Following the Heard - 2010

Put it all out on 8tracks for you to enjoy: the music heard in 2010 I found most worth listening to again. The cover's above and the links are below:

Part A
Part B

What's for dinner

What?

Chill

Multimedia message

Moblog of blog

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Oh this should be good!

The Black Cat

"This is a tricky house," says the honeymooning husband, Peter, no apostle, but a mystery writer (or should I say "writer of mysteries"?) hunkered down in Hungary in the house redesigned, rebuilt, upon the remains of a fortress lost in great battle and the thousands of bodies given up their lives in the loss -- a stage manufactured in all senses by the Bauhausian engineer Hjalmar Poelzig. Peter comes to his tricky conclusion without having yet experienced the lower levels of the tower. Before the aforementioned battle the tower served as gun turret, now it holds the strange scene you see at the top of this posting.

What for the huge piece of graph paper attached to the wall – used in guiding the missiles? How floats the woman? Why does Bela (call him here “Dr. Vitus Wedergast” though you could never pronounce it in just the same perfect way the former count can when first we meet him in this film) Lugosi recoil in horror? Is it the woman? The shadow of the cat? Or, is the reaction no acting but a real revulsion toward Karloff, who plays Poelzig, who gets top billing though he’s only the heavy. (“Here comes the heavy,” he reportedly would say during the filming before he made each entrance.)


The scene always lingers somewhere in my mind, in the place reserved for favorites: My favorite Bela Lugosi vs. Boris Karloff film, possibly because it was directed by Edgar G. Ulmer -- who had a scary story of his own, which I will relate some time soon. To view the entire film above in a larger frame, go to the Internet Archive where this admittedly-murky print is housed.

Nothing really here to see of Edgar Allen Poe's original story, except perhaps for the spirit of perverseness... or in honor of Poe and this particular story I should most definitely type PERVERSENESS.

"Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart -- one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a stupid action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself -- to offer violence to its own nature -- to do wrong for the wrong's sake only -- that urged me to continue and finally to consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute. One morning, in cold blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree -- hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart -- hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence -- hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin -- a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it -- if such a thing were possible -- even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God."

Click this here underlined phrase to hear "The Raven" album by Lou Reed -- a peculiar and sometimes-difficult piece of work, Reed putting to music his interpretations and sometimes rewritings of Poe. Much of the blocked quote above is used in "I Wanna Know (The Pit and the Pendulum)" and the spirit of PERVERSENESS made more convincing with backing vocals by the Blind Boys of Alabama. Listen to it at the link above and come back when you can.

While you are gone: What you've seen so far in this posting remains rough and I will keep coming back in your absence with additions, with new thoughts to smooth out the inconsistencies. A new way of doing things here, but perhaps just another example of what we call PERVERSENESS.

Doorway to the Unknown

As long as you live...

"Remember this as long as you live: whenever you meet up with anyone who is trying to cause trouble between people...anyone who tries to tell you that a man can't be a good American because he's a Catholic or a Jew, a Protestant or whatever: you can be pretty sure he's a rotten American himself. Not only a rotten American, but a rotten human being! Don't ever forget that!"

So spoke Superman, warning youngsters about the so-called "Guardians of America" in a story entitled "The Hate Mongers Organization", from the Superman radio show in 1946, as quoted in the excellent new book "Flights of Fantasy -- The Unauthorized but True Story of Radio & TV's Adventures of Superman" by Michael J. Hayde.

Following the Heard - 2009 continues

Blink of an Eye

It's been much longer than I thought. You've been patient about the recent sparse postings, so how about a nice reward -- a free and legal show of the Waco Brothers at The Hideout in Chicago? It's courtesy of the band themselves and the Internet Archive ...

The Wacos are a so-called "alternative country" group created by The Mekons' Jon Langford. This may help some people: think of how The Clash would sound if they explored country music instead of dub or rap in 1980. Or, how about just taking a listen by clicking the 'play' arrow on the bar below? Once you've enjoyed the show (and you will) you can get more of their stuff here...

See the possibilities

Rut = Row

Harmony out of Memory Land

Woke up to the refrain of Ted Lewis singing his hit from the 1920s, "Walking Around In A Dream", and though I can't yet find a legally-shareable clip of the song itself, I ran across a 1929 clip of Lewis and his band which you may view below.

Yes, that's Noah Beery as the Big Pirate in the scene. It was part of Warner Brothers 1929 revue "The Show of Shows" reportedly largely lost, except for clips like this. I'll have to see what else I can find of it on the YouTube.

The Invention of "What"

My reasons for posting the following are not yet fully-formed in my mind. Take it then at your own leisure, at your own pace.

From Steven Johnson's "The Invention of Air":

"...in Priestley's age at least, leisure time was where ideas happened. You can't dabble in scientific experiments when you've got to use all your cognitive resources just to put food on the table, or when you don't even have a table to put the food on. Priestley was a professional minister and educator, in that he was paid directly for those labors, but in some fundamental sense he was an amateur scientist, particularly through the first two decades of his life. Like most of his Enlightenment-era peers, he was a hobbyist where science was concerned."

Priestley reached the top of Maslow's pyramid. His journey unburdened by worries about his next meal or the roof over his head; someone is paying him to think and to pass on knowledge. The latter action made Priestley something to talk about, as well. Though he was mistaken in some of his beliefs, he expended energy in putting his true and false thoughts to paper and mailing them to friends and associates around the world, including Benjamin Franklin. Franklin's thoughts on sharing information could be best said in his own words (quoted by Johnson in "Invention").

"These Thoughts, my dear Friend, are many of them crude and hasty, and if I were merely ambitious of acquiring some Reputation in Philosophy, I ought to keep them by me, 'till corrected and improved by Time and farther Experience. But since even short Hints, and imperfect Experiments in any new Branch of Science, being communicated, have oftentimes a good Effect, in exciting the attention of the Ingenious to the Subject, and so becoming the Occassion of more exact disquisitions (as I before observed) and more compleat Discoveries, you are at Liberty to communicate this Paper to whom you please; it being of more Importance that Knowledge should increase, than that your Friend should be thought an accurate Philosopher."

This sounds much like what we see going around the Internet -- on blogs, and comments, and discussion groups -- the sharing of thoughts and ideas in various stages of completeness and validity. Much like this post here. My own leisure time for the day is at an end and I must now click 'publish post' but will return tomorrow with more stuff.

Good Samaratinism

The adventurer Doc Savage and his men, after keeping the pirate Tom Too from taking over the Luzon Union, leave behind a legacy for the country, The Savage Memorial Hospital. "The institution was to operate always under one inflexible rule -- payment from no one but those who could afford it."

Thus ended another rousing adventure in Doc Savage magazine, "Pirate of the Pacific" by Lester Dent, cover-dated July 1933, only a few months after what many consider the absolute nadir of the Great Depression. Roosevelt had been President for only a few months, as well. I've been trying to find if their philanthropy carries some special classification in economic terms. It's not charity because it's not giving services away to everyone, just helping those who need it. “Good Samaratinism”, perhaps?

This year and its economic problems brought out similar good Samaratinism in people from different fields...

In restaurants, we've got: The S.A.M.E. Cafe in Denver, a restaurant with a priceless menu -- priceless in that there are no prices on the menu's items. They ask that patrons pay what they can afford for the meal, stating that everyone deserves the same service, the same quality of food, no matter their economic circumstances. "S.A.M.E." stands for "So All May Eat" and those with no money at all get the chance to work for the meal -- serving, cleaning, etc. The food itself comes from the high-end of the culinary world (spinach souffle instead of cold beans). It's not a soup kitchen, with dignity for the food as well as the customers. NBC ran a spot on it, which you can view here.

In the field of Medicine, we have news of doctors offering their regular patients one free preventive visit per year.

And this doctor who gives free treatment through 2009 for his patients who have lost their jobs.

If the economy continues to be depressing it's great comfort to realize the examples above are just the ones we've heard of, and that the reporting of their examples has undoubtedly led to the raising of other helping hands. It may not solve all the problems we've got, but it adds a little weight to the side that says that the problems are worth solving, that the human race is worth saving.

NOTE: The image above comes from the cover of a Doc Savage magazine reprint which you can purchase here.

Following the Heard - 2009 so far

We're rapidly approaching the half-way mark of another year, and musically the tone feels kind of 1969, kind of 1979. Will 1989 and 1999 also make an appearance before we're through? Time of course may tell, but may not fully reveal itself until we're further down the road. Just glad we've got another Marianne Faithfull disc. Dylan's on sale again too, and sounds like he's continuing the fine form of his other 21st century discs, and will undoubtedly appear here in another few months.

Here's the rundown:

1) What's In the Middle - The Bird And The Bee
2) Lucid Dreams - Franz Ferdinand
3) Keep The Streets Empty For Me - Fever Ray
4) The Brave and The Snake - P.O.S.
5) Bang Bang - K'naan
6) Cost of Living - Living Things
7) Straight to Hell - Lily Allen (featuring Mick Jones)
8) Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
9) Heartbroken, in Disrepair - Dan Auerbach
10) Hold On Hold On - Marianne Faithfull
11) Bozos - Amadou & Mariam
12) Middle Cyclone - Neko Case
13) Nothing Seems The Same - Heartless Bastards
14) Gasoline and Matches - Buddy & Julie Miller
15) Right Side Of My Brain - The-Dream
16) Happy House - The Juan MacLean
17) The Loneliness of Magnets - The Handsome Family

If you'd rather hear the songs, than just read about them, check out a version of this mix on my 8tracks.com site here...

Further on up he rode

It did not take me a month to get this much further into Forest Park (far further than I have ever rode before) but it took me that long to finally blog about it. Stephen Berlin Johnson's new book, "The Invention of Air" is correct about the importance of Leisure Time and I hope to have enough of it soon to continue recording these adventures.

Two-tired

Excitingly, exceedingly, exhausted ... my first trip of the season out on the bike and made it all the way to WU. Unfortunately this is only a quarter of my trip!

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho

During the usual wait for the first of several traffic lights to change my way one morning I noticed a lackadaisical fellow loping along at his own westward pace – a very slow pace considering the cold and his lack of coat, but one with a purpose slightly skewed from those more often adhered to during a rush hour in February. He was playing a slide flute and, by the way that he walked, whistling with it an uncommonly slow march. Could not hear it over the music I had blasting behind my rolled-tight windows, but though the beat seemed more of a dirge, the pleased expression on his hairy unkempt face sang otherwise. His big blue eyes saw warmth and joy, somewhere, and he did not care how long the journey, or how cold the morning light

Several long blocks westward I came to another light and stopped, about to look back in my side view mirror to see if the sliding flautist still marched my way, when another marcher came to view a block or so ahead. Another marcher, yes, but one driven eastward by different beats and a definite purpose, of places to be, dressed neatly, sharply, in brown camouflage fatigues. Despite his well-defined manner, his location and neighborhood made it more likely he was home on leave and keeping fit, adhering to his own daily rush hour of regimen.

My light changed and, before I reached the next one, I thought about what would happen when the joyful jaunt of my first marcher crossed paths with that of the second.

A few days later I sat at the light, going home from work: Pony-tailed runner with wrap-around sideburns jogged a pretty fast pace westward down the street, head back, eyes in a half-squint into the sun. He wore red white and blue sweats. Ahead of him another guy -- with a flute, a regular silver flute. His hair was also long, (but loose) and he wore a long-sleeve crazy paisley printed dress-shirt and jeans, hiking boots, clomping along as he too ran into the sun. His pace kept him -ahead- of the sweat-suit runner and he blew his flute the whole time. I rolled down my window, to see what I could hear as they passed me by. It sounded not so much like a song; could make out only two notes up and down the scale, up and down, up and down, up and down and he continued to run, to keep ahead of the sweat suit. Up and down, up and down, then ahead of me, red turned to green and I lost my sight of them in my mirror, in the dusk.