Sunday, May 11, 2008

On My Being Too Involved With Nintendo Wii To Update


I'm back in Los Angeles now, sitting on Nicci's couch, watching her create her own Nintendo Wii character. It's been a relatively uneventful twenty-four hours since I've returned. I woke up and went to work today -- apparently my boss found his way onto my Facebook profile, so it's only a matter of time he stumbles across this here website and loses the last shred of respect for me that was left after viewing all my Facebook photo albums. Expect a notice of unemployment here any day now.

By the way, I received a very handsome $25 donation last week, so maybe on my off day Wednesday I'll have to get drunk on reader Stephen's money and write all about it. Remember, any time one of you readers makes a donation to this website, I will get drunk on your money and write all about the weird adventures your booze takes me on. If you're not the donating type, why not bid on one of my totally outrageous, totally contagious eBay auctions!

As I am still getting re-accustomed to this daunting schedule of mine (wake, eat, work, eat, sleep), I haven't had any time to really scour the online news sources for something entertaining to write about. Also, there is a pretty stiff Wii bowling competition underway so I have to devote at least some attention to the game. I don't want to embarrass myself and come in last place. Isn't it refreshing for you to read that your most favorite blogger is more interested in a damn video game than he is entertaining you? What does that say about the state of this page?

01. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Mercy Seat - (buy this album)
02. Elmore James - Cry For Me Baby - (buy this album)
03. Jesu - We All Faulter - (buy this album)
04. Japancakes - Always Stuck With Leaving - (buy this album)
05. Raccoo-oo-oon - Visage Of The Fox
06. Killdozer - I Am...I Said [Neil Diamond] - (buy this album)
07. Jawbox - Breathe - (buy this album)
08. Nadja - Mutagen - (buy this album)
09. Jeffrey Luck Lucas - Shine - (buy this album)
10. Rome - Radiolucence - (buy this album)
11. Nirvana [U.K.] - Illinois
12. The Narrows - The Owl

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Treasures From The Collectors Slum 022


FUFKIN writes, "Very little is known of the elusive group Morgen, who recorded a one-off album for ABC's psychedelic subsidiary Probe in 1969 and then apparently vanished. The group's namesake leader was Steve Morgen, and while some reference books actually credit the album to him solely, Morgen was indeed a group, consisting of Steve, Rennie Genossa, Bob Maiman, and Barry Stock, all of whom supposedly hailed from Long Island, New York.

Their album made no impact when originally released and has since become rare and sought-after, especially after dealers and collectors began declaring it a "psychedelic classic" in recent years. While the label "classic" might be a bit of a stretch, the album does certainly include a few very good tracks. "Welcome to the Void" is an effective opener that features some nice drumming and lead guitar work, as well as some suitably psychedelic, apocalyptic lyrics. "Of Dreams", probably the strongest song on the album, is a gorgeous, floating psychedelic excursion highlighted by a captivating, fey vocal and some more strong guitar and drum playing."

I discovered this album on the Electrical Audio "Sendspace" thread, and have been searching far and wide for an original copy of the LP for quite some time. I have the CD, which was released briefly on the French imprint EVA, but it has very quickly and quietly gone out-of-print again. Amazon has a few used copies at reasonable prices. Buy this album.

Morgen
Morgen
MediaFire Download Link

Track Listing:
01. Welcome To The Void
02. Of Dreams
03. Beggin' Your Pardon (Miss Joan)
04. Eternity In Between
05. Purple
06. She's The Nitetime
07. Love


Formed by members of Rhode Island's infamous Amoebic Ensemble, The Eyesores were a band that few dared to classify, and even fewer classified correctly. Like the Steve Morgen album, I discovered The Eyesores on the Electrical Audio "Sendspace" thread. I found a CD copy the other day, and am very happy about that discovery. Although it is very definitely out-of-print, there are a few copies for sale over at Amazon for reasonable prices. Buy this album.

Insound says, "Raw and red-eyed drinking songs, strange nautical voyages, tearful country ballads, gypsy cabaret punk, all delivered here in bristling accordion-fueled glory, with some sparse, intimate guitar strum. Your favorite psychedelic folk-pop meander, Balkan wedding marches, bassoon-driven gnome-rock strangled in strange noises? most likely recorded beside a bonfire. This is "hobo rock" for fans of Tom Waits, Pavement, the Ukrainians, Captain Beefheart, and Neutral Milk Hotel."

The Eyesores
May You Dine On Weeds Made Bitter By The Piss Of Drunkards
MediaFire Download Link

Track Listing:
01. Nausea
02. Hateful Morning
03. The Warmest Coat
04. Wake Up
05. Defenseless
06. 7 Governor, Rear
07. Concrete Cast #2
08. Benevolent St.
09. Hustle
10. Sleeping
11. Murdering Time
12. Satellite
13. Blue
14. Elizabeth


Last we spoke about Jackie-O Motherfucker, I shared my introduction to the band and three recordings. There was the Live on WFMU performance, the Freedom From CD-r, and Cross Pollinate. If you remember the story, it began with their opening for Godspeed You Black Emperor in early 2003. Black Dice opened the Philadelphia show, and Jackie-O Motherfucker opened both Brooklyn shows at the Warsaw. I was unsure of what to make of their sound at first, but I grew to really admire the band's live show.

It took some time for me to acquire their discography. Ian sent me Fig. 5 and Liberation, but I needed more time before I finally decided to obtain copies for myself. I think it was when I heard the in-studio performance on WFMU that I was finally hooked on JOMF.

This CD-r contains recordings from the band's 2002 European tour, and fans of Wow / The Magick Fire Music will be very pleased with the band's sound from this era. I actually own two copies of this two-disc set right now, so if any of you want a copy for yourself....well, make me an offer!

Jackie-O Motherfucker
Europe 2002 / U-Sound Vol. 10
MediaFire Download Link (Disc 1)
MediaFire Download Link (Disc 2)

Track Listing:
01. Finale Emilia, Italy Oct 23
02. Birmingham, UK Nov 2
03. Manchester, UK Nov 3 (1)
04. Manchester, UK Nov 3 (2)
05. Newcastle, UK Oct 29 (1)
06. Newcastle, UK Oct 29 (2)
07. Schio, Italy Oct 19
08. Stockholm, Sweden Nov 6
09-10. Rotterdam, Netherlands Oct 10
11-15. Helsinki, Finland Nov 9

Friday, May 09, 2008

Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 10

Today is my last day in New Jersey, again. Who knows how long it will be before I return. It took almost exactly one year -- from April 27th, 2007 to April 30th, 2008 -- to warrant a first visit. Supposedly (if you believe what I've promised my parents and friends) it will not take another year for me to find my way home. We'll just have to wait and see.

I'm taking today "off" in order to relax and prepare myself for the return voyage. I awoke early this morning and drove to Denville to pick up a new pair of back-up glasses (for those days when I accidentally leave the house without them), and watched last night's episode of LOST. Holy fucking shit, was it good. Does anyone else maybe think that Jacob is Locke? Is that just the craziest fucking thing you've ever heard? I don't know, let me know what you think.

I've actually accumulated enough airline miles to fly first class from Newark to Los Angeles, so it should be an easy, comfortable flight. I might shirk my blogging duties tomorrow depending on what time the plane lands and how tired I am, but at the very least I'll try to put together a brief entry with some music downloads tomorrow before I head to the airport.

Tonight we're having a feast at my mother's place. Fittingly, she has chosen to make her famous chicken parm to mark the occasion. It's only three o'clock, but familiar scents are filling the air. The scents, surprisingly, are completely unrelated to my not having showered in over twenty-four hours.

It's been an interesting ten days. I got to see a great number of my friends, and spend enough time with my family to not feel like I came home and dedicated all my time to non-family-related affairs. My biggest fear upon returning home was that I wouldn't dedicate an equal amount of time to my friends, my mother and my father (especially considering I haven't seen him in a year), but I think I handled it well. Of course, there were some road-bumps along the way. Several times I was reminded why exactly I chose to move across the country. Idiosyncrasies I used to find cloying or irksome are still capable of enraging me. In the end, I guess, nothing really changes. The characters that lived and breathed and flourished here for twenty-four years are still here. I guess that's why they call it "home".

The Top Ten Best (And Worst) Things About Coming Home

10. Good - Record Collection - I've started a nice little West Coast collection for myself, but nothing beats walking into my old bedroom and smiling at the site of that large IKEA shelving unit with all the records I bought since I started collecting in the summer of 2002. The first thing I did upon arriving at my father's house (after we had a great dinner at a local steakhouse, but more on that later) was to walk upstairs and drop the needle on Simply Saucer's Cyborgs Revisited. It finally felt like I was home. Then, of course, I walked downstairs and chatted with my father for a while, and then invited my friends over. The record collection, it appears (sadly), came first.

09. Bad - Weather - Temperatures in Los Angeles before I left reached the high-80s and low-90s. On Friday of last week, at Yankee Stadium, the temperature felt as if it had dropped well into the 40s. I was not prepared for such severe coldness. For the most part, it was warm here this week. It's been consistently in the 70s, but the cold(er) nights are tough. It's been raining all day today, and it drizzled yesterday as well as one day last week. I don't remember the last time it rained three times in one week in LA. The weather out there, to put it bluntly, is perfect.

08. Good - Comfortable Bed - The bed in my apartment is a fucking twin. It doesn't even really fit one person comfortably. I rarely sleep well in such a small bed. At home, not even the fact that my bedroom has been converted into an office can take away from my excitement about sleeping in that big, comfortable queen-sized bed. I get to lose myself in the sheets and bundle up with all the fancy blankets (as opposed to the cheap shit I have in LA). Even if I'm not getting a full night's sleep (as evident from just about every entry I've posted this week) I sleep soundlessly in the big bed. I even dream.

07. Good - New York City - Though I didn't have a car all week, the great thing about living so close to the city is that it is always accessible. Last night we got home from the Hoboken PATH in less than 25 minutes. Sometimes it takes me that long just to drive from my apartment to Soy Cafe, and that shit's less than five miles away. Being so close to the greatest city in the world is a huge benefit to being at home. It offers a kind of escape that perhaps nothing else in the world can equal. Of course, if you're going to do anything other than just walk around all day you'll need a pocket full of cash, and that's something I rarely have.

06. Good - Friends - I grew up in New Jersey. I made all my friends here. I spent twenty-three years cultivating relationships and building strong bonds with people. Many of my old friends have moved out-of-state, and I've lost touch with many, many more than that. The few that remain here in the New York / New Jersey area are awesome in every way imaginable. I've got Ian to geek out about music and baseball with, Jack and Ken to get drunk with, Sam and Lindsey offer a touch of sobriety and normalcy, and everyone else who came out last night (Z, Nat, Mike, Bret, Anthony, Zoya) to...uh...also get drunk with. Getting to see two of my oldest friends this week (Matt and Evan) was a complete surprise, and really elevated the amount of fun I had wile home.

05. Bad - Abnormal Psych - As I stated before, part of visiting home is dealing with all the frustrations that inevitably lead to my leaving New Jersey for California in the first place. Rather than insult everyone by writing exactly what I hate about them, I'll just say that it's still as annoying as ever having to deal with bad attitudes and irritating behavior. Thanks for bringing me down all week, assholes.

04. Good - Free Meals - This would be higher on the list if I had a more refined palate. Instead, it just ranks as the second highest "good" part about being home. I ate really, really well this week. The scale in the bathroom does not lie. On my first night home, I had a wonderful steak dinner at a local restaurant. Every morning I awoke to yummy breakfast foods, I was treated to lunches (oh, the number of eggs I ate this week!), and great dinners. I had fucking Wegmans the other day. There were fresh bagels available all week. The good kind, too. Not a fucking Trader Joe's or Thomas' bagel. I had Calabria's buffalo chicken wing pizza, and Arturo's coal oven pizza. My mother prepared two incredible meals. It was a non-stop feast, and I will be very, very sad when I return to LA and fall back into my routine of eating shitty gourmet pizza (or Pizza Hut), terrible bagels, and otherwise ho-hum food. Ugh, and all the fucking vegan options in Echo Park. Gross.

03. Bad - Appointments - The worst part about being home might be that your schedule is never really your own. Before I'd even landed in New Jersey, half of my days were booked solid with things to do. I guess that's the sign of a person whose company is much sought after, but these ten days have also been a vacation, and I can't even count the number of times I commented to myself just how little this has felt like a vacation. Doctors, relatives, family friends and even a former employer or two, it can be a struggle to assert oneself and decide that you are going to take a day to do entirely what you want to do. Luckily the length of my stay enabled me to spread out the appointments over the course of ten days, leaving me plenty of time to see everyone I wanted to see and still have one day or two to sit around doing absolutely nothing. And that day is today!

02. Bad - Guilt - Ah, those inevitable questions about life choices one must face whenever we return home after a long, long time away. It's always about how you don't call enough, or you don't make enough money, or you haven't done one million different things you should have done by now. Questions mount about how long you think you want to live where you're living, or work where you're working, or do whatever it is you're doing when you're not working to barely cover your rent. Then there's the guilt about leaving home and never visiting, or moving three-thousand miles away. To placate or not to placate? That is the question.

01. Good - Free Money - With the exception of buying records and the occasional meal or two, I haven't had to spend any money all week. My father pays for whatever meals I eat with him, my mother (and in one instance my old boss) is the same. Home-cooked meals are always free. Ian paid for dinner last night. Drinks were free. Jack and Ken constantly provided beer and wine. I came home with $3 in my pocket, and somehow I have $70 now without even making a trip to the bank. Yeah, I guess hanging around at home can actually be pretty sweet. At least momentarily, the free money that comes with staying under the same roof as your parent(s) provides you with a break from worrying about how the fuck you're going to afford to not ever have to move back in with your parent(s).


The Clash - Clampdown - (buy this album)
Cursillistas - St. Leonard
Stereolab - Tempter - (buy this album)
Tengir-Too - Belek (Gift) - (buy this album)
Dillard Chandler - Cold Rain And Snow - (buy this album)

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 9

Thank you, Mike.

Thank you for working on Wall Street, and for having a corporate AMEX card.

Thank you for being a bored husband with a wife waiting at home while you're out on the town.

Thank you for being susceptible to the charm of young women.

And most of all, thank you for footing the $1,000+ bar tab we ran up this evening.

Yes, you read that correctly. We somehow managed to run up a tab that totalled over one thousand dollars, in the span of maybe two hours. How did it happen? You're going to have to wait to find out.

I awoke at 6:00am this morning to the sound of dripping rain smacking against a loose piece of siding outside my bedroom window. I don't remember exactly what I was dreaming (though it was probably something extremely depressing, like one of my recurring dreams where everybody I love turns their backs on me and I die), but at some point a character in my dream began hammering a nail into a very large piece of wood that was shaped like my head, and before I knew it I was awake and listening to the rain pelting against that fucking piece of aluminum siding. God, what a fucking annoying sound. I rolled out of bed, slid over to the window, opened it, and kicked the screen three stories down to the ground below. Then I stuck my head outside and started banging on the window's aluminum frame until the hammering sound subsided. Then I closed the window, grabbed two tissues to jam into my ear holes, and crawled back into bed. I slept soundlessly for another three hours before I officially woke up.

I actually showered today. It had been a few days since I remembered showering, and with friends expecting to hang out and interact with me all day, I figured I would reward them by not smelling like a dirty, homeless piece of shit. I ate a mini bagel and downed a diet soda before my sister drove me to the PATH station.

I spent my entire day buying CDs and LPs to resell on the Internet. If my calculations are correct, the $100 I spent today should net me roughly five-times that amount once everything is sold. Of course, there's no guarantee that will ever happen, because I don't really think anybody buys music anymore. Oh well, maybe somebody will prove me wrong.

Since I spent all day on my phone typing UPC codes and ISBN numbers into Amazon's website, my phone battery was down to one blinking bar at 4pm, so I decided to call it quits and turn my phone off for a while. Before that happened, I talked to Z and told him to meet me and hang out for a while until Ian got off work. Z and I met at Kim's and walked to Chipotle where we shared an order of chips and two sodas. He seemed in good spirits, and we discussed work and our social lives. He asked if I wanted to go to K-Mart to help him buy a fan and a bath towel(?), and once that was done he headed back to his Brooklyn apartment to shower and change out of his work clothes. I headed over to Other Music and then walked to Ian's apartment in SoHo. I stood around waiting for him for twenty minutes. It smelled like rat poison and garbage.

We ate dinner at Arturo's (coal oven pizza, oh my God was it heavenly), and then met up with Jon before hopping on the subway and going to the Ginger Man. The first person I saw was Anthony (of Hype Machine fame), sitting outside talking on his Blackberry. We greeted each other and walked into the obscenely crowded bar. My sister and her friend were already inside, seated at the bar with a crowd of older men in suits surrounding them, clamoring for their attention. I asked what the fuck was going on, and she said something about how they were buying drinks. Did I want a shot of Patron? I said sure, and the next thing I knew I was holding four shots in my hand. Apparently the suits were paying for it. I asked for a beer (Rogue Shakespeare Stout on tap!) and got that too without paying. I took two shots and gave away the other two. Z showed up, Nat showed up, Zoya showed up, Mike (not pictured: me, drinking a shot from Mike's crotch) and his girlfriend showed up, and Bret (pictured here with Ian, who seems to be having a great time) showed up. The next time I saw Elissa, there were a dozen shots sitting in front of her on the bar. I grabbed two, then two more, then two more and returned to the table where my friends were seated. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the free tequila. The next time I went up to the bar, there was one guy standing next to my sister and her friend, and another dozen shots sitting in front of them. Maybe it was the same dozen...who knows. The two girls introduced me to their Asian banker friend, and all I could think to say to him upon hearing his name (Tony) was, "Do you have an iPhone?" The two girls yelled at me and told me to go sit down, but I made them give me two more shots and another beer (Captain Lawrence Brown). That's when I realized the girls had taken the AMEX card of one of the bankers and pocketed it. One of the banker guys caught on and took the card away from them, but when they asked him for another round of shots he put the card down on the bar and reopened the tab. Before leaving, I had another two shots and an Ommegang Chocolate Indulgence courtesy of a guy who introduced himself as Mike. Mike offered to take my sister and her friend to a hotel room for the night, which is when they decided we needed to leave as soon as possible. Once he offered to shift our tab over to his, we realized we were free to leave. According to my sister's friend, his bill was $742 and change, and our bill was between $150 and $200. Mike took care of both, and supposedly left a generous tip. He then posed for a picture and we darted off into the night.

It took forever for the PATH train to arrive. It was quite sobering to wait around for it. The drive home was quick, because the girls wanted to hit another bar on the way back to Livingston.

What a night.

Swervedriver - A Change Is Gonna Come - (buy this album)
Teenage Filmstars - Soulful
Pere Ubu - Humor Me - (buy this album)
Leadbelly - Good Morning Blues - (buy this album)
The Books - Bonanza - (buy this album)

Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 8

And on the eighth day, I rested.

I've been back East for seven days, and until today my schedule was packed tighter than an Asian's pussy with appointments, people to see, and things to do. Today was the first chance I had to just relax and take it easy. The only problem was, I thought I was going to need my father's car to get around town today, so I had him wake me up early so that I could drive him to work and take the car. I soon realized that my mother was not working today, so I could have slept in and used her car. Once again, I wasted an opportunity to get a full night of sleep.

I had a bagel for breakfast. Fuck, these local bagels are so much better than anything I've consumed in the last year. I want to freeze them all and bring them back with me so I have something delicious (and free) to eat for the next few weeks when I return to Los Angeles. I'm not kidding, LA Jews have no idea how to craft a tasty bagel. After my bagel I drove my sister to the mall so she could make some makeup appointment and shop around for a bathing suit. I think there was another purpose for our mall visit, but I cannot remember what it was right now. I'm tired.

After a few hours of relaxation, I got a call from Ken asking if I was ready to drive him, Alex and Adam to the airport. I picked him up from his house (he even remembered to give me the special packaging we ordered for the Obscure References CD-r's, the doll!), threw his suitcase in the trunk, and headed for Alex's house to meet him and Adam. The three of them were being flown to Amsterdam to perform with a Jewish-themed band at some sort of children's festival. The main personality in the band was that MILF I mentioned the other night, whose CD is pictured several entries below this one (the bagel CD/jewel insert design). We sat and chatted for a few minutes, and then drove to the airport. Ken slipped me $20, which I thought about taking to the liquor store, but decided to stick in my pocket for safe keeping. I returned home and picked up my sister and father, and the three of us had dinner at a diner in the town where my father works. It was good.

More relaxation after dinner, as Ken was gone and Jack was busy with one of his wink-wink meetings. He swung by to pick me up at 10:30 and we drove to Borders to look at some books, but I refused to purchase anything. He bought a book on becoming a movie producer. He then dropped me off at home, and I watched "Top Chef", like a total fucking loser.

I would not say that today was boring, but it certainly was not my least busy day yet. At the same time, it was the most vacation-like day I've had yet, because it was completely unstructured. I think I'm better off not scheduling my life, because even if I plan something cool and exciting for myself I always dread going through with it as the event approaches. I'm not sure what that says about me other than I'm probably really lazy...but it's certainly a weird trait I have. Nevertheless, I'm quite excited about tomorrow night's planned drinking excursion in the city. I've spoken to ten or fifteen friends who have sworn they would stop by to pay their respects to me on my last real night on the town before my flight. I'm sure there will be lots of pictures to share then. Speaking of which, Lindsey and Sam sent me a few pictures from the other day, so if you've noticed some links to pictures of me in this paragraph, those are what you're seeing.

Stereolab - Harmonium - (buy this album)
St. Louis Jimmy Oden - Going Down Slow - (buy this album)
Derek Lamb - The Money Rolls In - (buy this album)
Spider - Midnight On The Nile - (buy this album)
Jerusalem & The Starbaskets - Fields and Strings

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Boy Blunder Brought Back: Days 6 & 7

Apologies for not writing a second entry last night, but I got kind of drunk and was too tired to type. Ken and Jack procured a bottle of vodka and two six packs of beer, which the three of us worked our way through while watching the Mets lose to the Dodgers (ugh). We were joined by Matt, and the four of us decided to shoot some pool with the remainder of our evening. By the time we were kicked out by an angry old man guard, we were in varying stages of intoxication. Someone (Jack?) thought we should watch Planet Earth, so I tried to get the program to display on the HDTV, but for some reason it wasn't broadcasting in high definition. I think we missed the entire program due to my constant attempts to fix the television. I even went on the computer and tried to download a manual for both the TV set and the remote control, but nothing worked. This morning I found out I downloaded the french version of the manual. Whoops, I guess I was pretty drunk after all.

I awoke relatively early (again!? AGAIN!?) this morning to shower and dress for a day-trip to Allentown, Pennsylvania. The goal was to visit some old friends from college, explore the campus, and -- most importantly -- eat at Wegmans. I also decided to stop in at Double Decker to see if their ridiculously good vinyl selection was as great as I remember it being.

The drive from Livingston to Allentown was nothing new. I've made the trek several dozen (if not a hundred) times before, so I was pretty much in cruise control the entire time. I don't have the names of all 50+ Interstate exits and all the overpass street names memorized anymore, but I still remember some of them. The bunny bridges in Summit looked more overgrown than ever. Route 78 was lush and green, but certain stretches of land actually looked more like they would in Autumn than Spring. Nevertheless, it's always nicer to drive surrounded by electric green trees and bushes than it is barren skeletons of trees.

Before hitting Wegmans I drove through the park, made several stops at my old college campus to see various former dormitories and apartments, the house on Gordon Street where I once lived (which has since become a frat house, ugh), pretty architectural achievements, the new class buildings they've constructed, and even the dorm where I lost my virginity...when I wasn't even officially enrolled in the school! Don't ask me how that happened. Bad memories.

I actually improvised an original song as I pulled into the Wegmans parking lot. I was that excited about having lunch here. Screw the friends and catching up and trying to relive old times, I was only interested in two things: eating a buffalo-style chicken finger sub, and finding out what the current price is of burgandy truffles. The sandwich was orgasmic. They've definitely switched the spicy buffalo sauce that they dip the chicken strips in, and it tasted as good if not better than I remembered. As I ate, I kind of zoned out and watched people shopping below. I don't remember hearing a single topic of conversation. I guess I'm kind of a dick, but whatever, it's fucking WEGMANS.

By the way, the truffles are up to $999/lb..

After a few heartfelt goodbyes, I drove downtown (lock your doors!) and over the bridge to reach Double Decker. I spent far too long in the store, studying every imaginable section. I managed to keep my bill under $100, but not by much. I had a brief chat with the owner of the store about how great his selection was, and he actually recognized the name of my store and mentioned that he's purchased items from us before. Small world!

The drive home was with without incident. Again, I was on auto-pilot as I raced through a tiny sliver of Pennsylvania and a chunk of New Jersey. I arrived home in time to watch the Yankees lose, the Mets lose (ugh!) and drink more vodka with Jack and Ken. Are you seeing a routine develop here?

After today's little "whoops!" at the record store, I came home and decided to put a few personal items (not like underwear "personal," but items that held significant meaning to me at one point in my life "personal") up for auction on eBay. As always, if the winning bidder for any of the items turns out to be a Swan Fungus reader, I'll include a free blog-related surprise with whatever item you win. You can view my current auctions here. If you're feeling generous and want to donate some money to my website without the hassle of bidding on an auction, keep in mind that every penny of your donation goes towards my getting drunk and blogging about how good the beers I drank were. Where else on the Internet can you happily give money to somebody you don't know and really know that your cash is going to a specific cause? Nowhere, that's where. VIEW AND BID ON MY AUCTIONS!

Until tomorrow...

Harvey Milk - The Boy With Bosoms - (buy this album)
Godz - Alone In Regret - (buy this album)
Leannan Sith - Turn On The Moon
Rolf Harris - Sun Arise - (buy this album)
Miles Davis - Vote For Miles - (buy this album)
Les Rallizes Denudes - Enter The Mirror

Monday, May 05, 2008

Treasures From The Collectors Slum 021

Finally I have a moment to sit and put together a non-travel-related blog entry. Today has been boring thus far, but I'll probably write again this evening once the rest of the day has unfolded. I know you're all dying to read about me opening a new bank account, but you're just going to have to stick your thumb up your ass and wait a few more hours. Tomorrow looks like it's going to include another fun day trip, and Thursday night there is going to be a huge blowout party at one of my favorite drinking spots in New York, where I'll squeeze a weeks worth of catching up with friends into a few bourbon-and-beer soaked hours. So, if you're a Swan Fungus reader who isn't psychotic, and you want to buy your favorite blogger a drink, you should e-mail me for details. I'm calling the event, "Getting Drunk With Evan". You buy me a drink (that's like your ticket to get on the ride) and then I silently think to myself whether or not I want to engage in conversation with you (that's the ride). Maybe I will decide to talk to you (that's your prize), and maybe I won't (that's how you lose). It's a really fun game.


Do I really have to describe Can for you? They are one of my all-time most-loved bands, and their "classic years" (most say '71-'73) are unparalleled in the history of rock music. No joke. The Beatles? Meh, they had great singles but their albums were mostly boring. Sufjan Stevens? What are you, fucking kidding me? I'm still waiting for that guy's first good song! The Rolling Stones came close with four great albums recorded between '68 and '72, but that's a five year span! Can did three in three years! Throw in the two pre-Damo albums Monster Movie and Soundtracks (where Damo and Malcolm Mooney split vocal duties), and you have five classic albums in five years. Talk about hitting a fucking groove! Can's ability to create wonderful music consistently over the course of a half-decade really is perhaps their least recognized quality. They also grooved in the literal sense. The rhythm section of Holger Czukay and Jaki Liebezeit became completely lost in the moment, and along with organist Irmin Schmidt they epitomized the eclecticism and oft-paraphrased "motorik" rhythms that defined Krautrock. In a genre overflowing with immense drummers, Liebezeit compares favorably even to Klaus Schulze of Ash Ra Tempel and Klaus Dinger, of Neu!. Dig it, buddy.

The bootleg Future Days And Past Nights was recorded at the University of Essex in England on the 17th of May, 1975. Even though Damo left the band in '73 to marry his girlfriend, he is featured on this live album. It is a soundboard recording that features several recognizable tunes including the stunning "Bel Air" (here condensed to eight minutes) from Future Days, two tracks from the oft-overlooked Soon Over Babaluma, and "One More Night" from Ege Bamyasi. "Pinch Of Sky" and the closing number "Meadowsweet portend the band's future progression with their heavy electronic and jazz influences. This is one that should be enjoyed by all Can fans.

Can
Future Days And Past Nights
MediaFire Download Link

Track Listing:
01. Chain Reaction
02. Bel Air
03. Dizzy Dizzy
04. Pinch Of Sky
05. One More Night
06. Meadowsweet


A few weeks ago you were offered the option of downloading the Aphrodite's Child masterpiece 666, which I think is one of the greatest concept albums ever recorded. Today I'm sharing It's Five O'Clock, the band's second studio album (666 was their third, End Of The World was their first). You might be surprised to learn that Vangelis and Co. were not always purveyors of grandiose psychedelic prog rock. On this record, they find themselves meandering through a variety of styles and tempos, from their typical early pop-psych ("Such A Funny Night") to soul and country. There are few if any elements of prog in any of these songs. Vangelis is at his most soulful when he belts out "Good Time So Fine" and "Annabella". I wouldn't say that It's Five O'Clock Aphrodite's Child is an entirely different band from 666 Aphrodite's Child, but it's astounding to hear the progression (no pun intended) between this album (1969) and the next one (1972). You can purchase the album used from Amazon.com.

Aphrodite's Child
It's Five O'Clock
MediaFire Download Link

Track Listing:
01. It's Five O'Clock
02. Wake Up
03. Take Your Time
04. Annabella
05. Let Me Love, Let Me Live
06. Funky Mary
07. Good Time So Fine
08. Marie Jolie
09. Such A Funny Night


During my first week at the record store, one of my employees was preparing to leave when he approached me and asked if I was into garage rock. I said I knew the basics and liked The Sonics and 13th Floor Elevators, but it always seemed like a genre filled with unknown gems and a lot of crap to wade through. He walked over to one of the record bins and picked up an LP by a band called The Rising Storm called Alive Again At Andover, told me it was rare, and said I should definitely buy it. It was hand-numbered, so I figured at the very least it might be worth more than the $9.99 price tag somewhere down the line. I took it home and played it while writing my blog entry that night, and I found myself distracted by how energetic and great the band sounded. The sextet even covered a Stones' song and Donovan's "Catch The Wind." I soon learned that the LP I was listening to was an audience recording of a 1982 performance that happened to coincide with the group's fifteenth-year high school reunion (they formed at a prep school in Massachusetts and disbanded upon graduation). There was only one original song played during that show, so I figured I'd look into finding a studio recording. That's when I found out The Rising Storm's only full-length album, Calm Before... is an incredibly sought after garage rock recording, fetching over $2,500 or more at auction. So, I settled for a CD.

"The Rising Storm were not the usual band of teenagers with bad attitudes covering "Louie, Louie"; roughly half of the songs on Calm Before... are originals, and they're surprisingly subtle and ambitious stuff, moody folk-rock that often suggests the subtle influence of the psychedelic revolution that was looming on the musical horizon. If the Rising Storm weren't exactly virtuosos, they were a tight and energetic band with enough musical smarts to make the most of songs like "Frozen Laughter," "The Rain Falls Down," and "To L.N./Who Doesn't Know," and when they stomp down on "Big Boss Man," "Don't Look Back," or "Baby Please Don't Go," they sound mighty fine indeed". Lucky for you, both albums are available in one package over at Amazon.com.

The Rising Storm
Calm Before...
MediaFire Download Link

Track Listing:
01. Don't Look Back
02. To L.N. - Who Doesn't Know
03. I'm Coming Home
04. A Message to Pretty
05. In The Midnight Hour
06. Frozen Laughter
07. She Loved Me
08. Mr. Wind
09. Big Boss Man
10. Bright Lit Blue Skies
11. The Rain Falls Down
12. Baby Please Don't Go

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Boy Blunder Brought Back: Day 5

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock as it struck 9:00am. Last night was another night of deep, dreamless sleep, only without the benefit of awakening refreshed and ready to greet the day. Although I longed to roll over and return to wherever the fuck my consciousness escapes to when I sleep, my desire to keep all the plans I've made this week got the best of me, and I instead rolled out of bed and threw on some clothes. My mother yelled to me from downstairs to declare she had made breakfast for me, and asked if I wanted a glass of orange juice to go with the french toast she prepared. I quickly consumed one and one half pieces of the battered and fried bread, then grabbed my camera and ran to the car. I actually left at the exact time I was hoping to leave (10:00am). That almost never happens...because I'm always too early for everything.

Getting to the Parkway and driving south to Route-1 was just as I remembered it. Several landmarks pointed the way further south, and many new landmarks were identified. I gleefully recognized the adult bookstore, the AIM uniforms store (what is that place, where you buy outfits to sit in front of your computer and talk to friends online?), the huge bowling alley, the Skylark diner and more. Several new shopping centers have sprung up on both the north and south sides of the highway. One of them contains a Chipotle, but more on that later...

I got to Sam and Lindsey's new home in exactly one hour. Their directions were precise. I was greeted first by the two dogs, Brutus and Scooby, then Sam (who gave me a scintillating man hug), then Lindsey (who gave me a run-of-the-mill girly hug). We stood around their living room for a few minutes chatting, then they gave me a tour of the house. It's much nicer than their old apartment, and they've done a great job decorating and filling the rooms with various oddities. While Lindsey drove to Starbucks, I sat down with Sam in one of the house's two studies to work on an audio/writing project he's been working on for some time. He asked to record my voice reading the parts of two characters in two different stories, so we breezed through a short recording session before Lindsey returned. I think I did alright. I warned him right before I started my first piece of dialogue that I was a little bit dyslexic, but he didn't seem to mind. He also didn't mind when I had to repeat lines due to my missing words, jumbling the order of words, or losing control of my voice (it might have cracked once or twice). When the project is done, I'm sure I'll be writing more about the labor of his love.

Starbucks coffees were consumed, and then we left for Princeton. We were out of the store in about an hour, which is probably a record for my shortest visit there. Still, I found some interesting records (Laibach, Foetus) and some CDs I can resell at a modest profit. We decided that we'd go to eat at Burrito Royale, since Sam and Lindsey had never been. As we drove north on Route-1, their excitement was palpable. I listened to their stories about how every time they drive passed the location, the restaurant is closed. I tried to feed their giddiness with statements about the awesomeness of their burritos. Of course, as we approached, we realized that it was closed -- again. Those poor kids, I really hope they try again one day this week during regular dining hours. Burrito Royale is pure gold. Pure edible gold.

So, we headed for Chipotle. It was yummy, as you might expect. Seeing as we were traveling further north on the highway, we decided that instead of returning to their house, we'd just drop by Vintage Vinyl. I found a few more CDs to sell there, and a Burzum LP to help round out my otherwise black-metal-less record collection. As we got back in the car, our conversation somehow shifted to Nintendo, and I discovered that not only did Sam and Lindsey move into a new home, they furnished it with a Nintendo Wii. Having never seen one before, I decided that I'd stay longer and play some of the games I keep hearing about from everyone who cherishes the Wii. First, we stopped at Wawa for some snacks. I couldn't get the hang of the baseball game, but eventually beat Lindsey in a close 1-0 game. Then she kicked my ass at bowling, and then I beat her at tennis. See mom...all those thousands and thousands of dollars you spent on clinics, private lessons, personal trainers, coaches and summer programs didn't go to waste!

It was starting to darken outside, and my phone was dead, so I decided to high-tail it back to my current former address (yes, I just used the expression "high-tail it"). I almost fell asleep behind the wheel while on the Parkway. That could have sucked. I arrived in one piece, and quickly called my old friends Matt and Evan to stop by my house. Apparently they were getting pretty drunk at the local TGI Fridays. I don't think the three of us had been in the same room together for almost five years. Still, it was as if we'd never moved across the country, moved back, gotten jobs (well, Evan has a job...), or anything that could possibly make once strong bonds between friends feel awkward. "It was just like old times, we were dressed like new times," to quote my old Livejournal. Upon cracking open beers, we decided that tonight would be the night we finally figured out how to get rich together. The three of us spent the next several hours taping our conversation so we wouldn't forget all our amazing ideas. Jack, Ken and Katie showed up at some point, and a short while later I noticed we'd started listening to Razorblade Suitcase and playing Nintendo. Yup, it was beginning to look and feel like "1996 Night" in my old, childhood bedroom. Everyone looked and sounded jovial. Even me (I'd make an "out of the closet" comment here, but, well...you know).

As the clock struck midnight, people began to sober up or grow tired, and they all left. As we all hugged goodbye, more plans were made to continue our work on making millions of dollars. I don't know if I'd call them "plans," per se, because all we really decided was that since Matt and I are Jewish it was time to claim our birthrights and become mega-rich movie producers. After all, isn't it the God damned right of every fucking Jew on Earth to break into the industry?

Tomorrow is another busy fucking day. I'm really beginning to take exception to my inability to schedule some time to just fucking relax on the couch and watch TV. I feel like I'm constantly on the move, which seems impossible without my own car, but somehow I've been up early every morning and keeping busy to varying degrees (from very busy to super busy) until the wee hours of the morning. In an e-mail statement made earlier this evening, I wrote that I somehow managed to get better, longer nights of sleep when I'm in LA than I am on this vacation.

Blues Magoos - (We Ain't Got) Nothin' Yet - (buy this album)
Blues Magoos - She's Coming Home - (buy this album)
Grails - Clean Living - (buy this album)
The United States Of America - Cloud Song - (buy this album)
The United States Of America - Hard Coming Love - (buy this album)