Archive for April, 2012

A Strange Life Beckons Me

April 27, 2012

piano magic incurable

    The doctors shake their heads
    They chain around the bed
    They’re looking for a reason to why I’m still not dead
    The medicine’s not working
    I haven’t sleep for days
    The light is shone right through me
    The skeleton is weighed

    Incurable, I’m helpless – the mind and body weak
    I have so much to tell you but I can’t seem to speak
    Incurable, I’m lonely
    The city empties out
    I live inside the shadow – the shadow of a doubt

    The cannons fire across me
    I cannot make the trial
    The seasons crash around me
    The bones are in denial
    My temper is a tower
    The church will not provide
    You closed the drawer upon me
    I am unclassified

    Incurable, I’m helpless – the mind and body weak
    I have so much to tell you but I can’t seem to speak
    Incurable, I’m lonely
    The city empties out
    I live inside the shadow – the shadow of a doubt

    The romance of the season is wasted on the weak
    I stayed in bed through snowfall
    I tried to get some sleep
    Invisible and broken
    The spirit has moved out
    Words that were unspoken, I cannot live without
    A strange light beckons me this way
    A strange life beckons me this way

“Incurable” – Piano Magic – Lyrics by Glen Johnson

The e.p. version is the better of the two, I think.


Inbox: Warren Ellis

April 20, 2012

warren ellis

If you’re like me, you enjoy a daily dose of Warren Ellis. Beyond the prolific writings that you will find in various comic books and, now, novels, he maintains a pretty intense presence on the more ethereal methods of communication, be it his site, his tumblr notebook, twitter. Even does a podcast, Spektermodule. He’s on instagram and This Is My Jam. It’s fucking endless. Where he finds the time and energy for it all, along with regular visits from Doctor Whiskey, is beyond me.

Well, now, to make it easier for those of us of a slightly lazier bent, Warren will come right to your inbox with his new newsletter, entitled, as you can see, Machine Vision. Think of it. Weekly deliveries of the delicious dark sickness oozing forth from the WE mind, found contaminating your own private devices. Insidiously wonderful, I know.

I highly recommend you sign up for it right here.

Broken, Forgotten

April 18, 2012

Bare Cove Inlet, April 17th, 2012, Dusk


April 7, 2012

bsp ep4

If there’s one thing I admire about British Sea Power beyond their actual music it’s just how bloody-mindedly active they remain. You’ve seen the astonishing number of B-Sides they produce with each album they record but it doesn’t end there. Always recording, always live shows and a very robust connection with their fans. Currently, while arranging and performing in the monthly Krankenhaus gigs (now up to 4), they are also releasing a series of six E.P.s featuring some really interesting work-in-progress demo music, each with 5 songs. For those of you keeping score that’s 30 new songs for listeners to absorb.

They’ve been nothing if not interesting so far, good and bad. As you’d expect from demo material, there’s a lot of experimenting going on and the gang seems pretty loose. A few of them are good already, like Machineries of Joy or Things Have a Way of Working Out. In some you can hear a powerful potential like K Hole. A number are fairly trippy and mellow. Mixed and fascinating bag, for sure.

As if that weren’t enough activity, they also recently completed a soundtrack for the film Out of the Present which they performed live at the CERN laboratory in Switzerland, home of the Large Hadron Collider. Beautifully weird, yes, I know.

Anyway, here’s one who appreciates the hard work. Keep it coming, boys.

Bigfoot Is Blurry

April 6, 2012

The genius of Mitch Hedberg was not just that he was funny as shit. His slanted observations of life that can, at times, seem so surreal always have a nugget of truth in them that we recognize. Thus, the reason we laugh so hard at/with him.

A good example:

“I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughtnut… I don’t need a receipt for the doughnut. I give you money and you give me the doughnut, end of transaction. We don’t need to bring ink and paper into this. I can’t imagine a scenario that I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. To some skeptical friend, ‘Don’t even act like I didn’t get that doughnut, I’ve got the documentation right here… It’s in my file at home. …Under “D”.’”

And the proof.

mitch hedberg

Seriously? The thing’s about a mile long. There have been Supreme Court rulings that didn’t contain as must text and information as this.

    Please note that, on April Fourth Two Thousand and Twelve at Seven Forty One in the Morning, Order Number twenty Nine was, in fact, placed. Billy R., in the course of transaction Sequence NUmber 1932029 on Register 5 in Dunkin Donuts Store Number 332998 has recorded that one Hot Coffee Large Original Blend Regular Cream and Sugar was order through the drive through station and…

It’s insane.

Why are most of the funniest, most essential people comedy has given us dead? Bill Hicks, Hedberg. Andy Kaufman, George Carlin. Dave Attell is still alive but, jesus, he doesn’t look so good, does he?

Scar Trek

April 3, 2012

Michael Reichert of the Collinsville, Illinois Police Department, you picked the wrong Star Trek fan to mess with. I encourage those of you the least bit interested in basic American Civil Rights and the manner in which they are daily trod upon by law enforcement, to watch the following video in it’s entirety.

Now, I have known a lot of cops in my life. A lot. Some good, some bad, but all convinced of their own superiority over the “civilian” populace and all quite confident that they can and should be able to do whatever they want in the daily operation of their profession. Michael Reichert, complete with his own criminal record and basic bag of unethical traffic stop tactics, is a fairly average representation of what you get with a lot of crappy, ego driven cops. A guy who, on a slow day, is looking for the cheap thrill of busting an out of stater with a half a joint in his ashtray. It’s nothing too surprising.

It is, however, illegal, and a good example of everything that’s wrong with American drug laws and the people we have trained to enforce them.

Reichert is no different than his dog.

Trained and hardwired to receive tail wagging joy from sniffing out even the smallest amout of so called contraband and oblivious to any sort of remorse at producing a false positive and harrassing the innocent.

I’m quite sure that, after a nice evening of licking his own balls, he slept quite well on the night of December 4th, 2011. Maybe dreamed of busting a Babylon 5 fan with some Lemon Poppy Seed Muffin crumbs under the floor mats of their Volkwagen Golf. Who the fuck knows.

I do know it’s wrong. And that, like any dog, Reichert needs reprimand and retraining so he can stop shitting on the Wall to Wall Carpet of Freedom.

Kudos to Terrance Huff and his excellent dissection of the incident. The more this sort of thing is exposed the more hope we have that our basic civil rights might not be trampled on so often for such petty concerns.