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Spam joy

I just got this comment posted to the last blog entry: “Good afternoon! Mistress Unbound information there. beautiful girl Kyivska men. I am pleased to welcome you to its website, prostitutes Kiev – Fish. You can visit my blog.” Mistress unbound information–should be a professional wrestler’s name. Not to mention “prostitutes Kiev – Fish.” Thanks for the garble! 160) The Human League: Dare Probably my imagination, but the CD itself seems to smell like Aqua Net. Some excellent songs, their big hits plus a few others, and some fluff as well. I prefer Yaz, but still fun to listen to once in a while. 161) Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds: And No More Shall We Part This was the CD that landed Nick a review in the New Yorker, of all places; Sasha Frere-Jones is a shitty music writer, but he does have a good ear. Interesting to see how far Nick has come since his days in the Human League. (not). 162) Osvaldo Golijon: Ainadamar A flamenco-flecked opera about the murder of poet and playwright Garcia-Lorca, mainly from the point of view of Margarita Xirgu, another poet who he often collaborated with on plays. Dawn Upshaw is Xirgu,…
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Bad, bad, bad

Me, that is. The CDs I’ve listened too the last few weeks are just fine, I’ve been bad at blogging them. Ok, don’t feel guilty anymore, that was easy. I am continuing this project, listening to every CD I own, one at a time, and briefly blogging about each one, as of RIGHT NOW. I bought a porkpie hat, and am wearing it. I have a glass of Pusser’s beside the computer. I have a new book of poetry coming out soon via BlazeVox. There is a thick layer of love surrounding me, keeping too many slings and arrows from reaching my skin. I am grateful. 155) The Breeders: Safari An EP CD, I guess; I try never to buy CD singles, but this has 4 songs on it so it isn’t quite a single, and it has my favorite Breeders song on it, the title track. “Do You Love Me Now” was the minor hit, but “Safari” is orchestral and raw at the same time. 156) Tom Waits: Alice A very quiet Tom Waits recording, or perhaps “subdued” is the better word. Some great songs, as usual, but they are less immediate than a lot of his work, and…
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More, briefly

The great Busy-ness is nearly slackened, soon 70-80 hour weeks of work will be done and perhaps I will write more about each CD then. Or maybe I will go fishing, or work on other writing, or practice walking on my hands. Or, i will go our and try to sell my next book, which BlazeVox books has accepted for publication in the near future. Woo-hoo! 148) Van Morrison: Down the Road My wife has a spreadsheet with every Van Morrison CD listed on it, because she gets me one every Christmas and doesn’t want to repeat. Luckily for my lifeline, he has oodles of recordings, and keeps cranking out good new ones, like this bluesy bit of comfort and yearning. 149) The Psychedelic Furs: All This and Nothing Hits, hits, hits from the 80’s–“Pretty in Pink,” “Heartbreak Beat,” Ghost in You,” “Heaven”… $2.10 is scrawled on the back in crayon, so I must have gotten this at the Goodwill store. 150) Harry Nilsson: Best of This CD got at a gas station, I remember, somewhere in Georgia. More hits, hits, hits, “Everybody’s Talkin’,” “Jump Into the Fire,” “Me and My Arrow,” and of course, “Coconut.” 151) XTC: Waxworks, Singles…
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yeah, that worked

Putting “orgasm” in the title shure did increase the number of spambots commenting on the site. Boy what a month, haven’t been that annoyingly busy in a while. I’ve listened to plenty of CDs, too many to give a full paragraph to, so I’ll have to keep’em brief. 135) Jonathan Richman: The Best of Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers Doo-pop, doo-pop… Someone who I thought would know better said once, upon first hearing JR, “Wow, he must get all the chicks, being so sincere and shit.” 136) Iron and Wine: The Creek Through the Cradle Not sure Sam Beam’s songwriting has grown much since this release, but about half of these surreal american pop songs are memorable. 137) King Tubby/Errol Thompson: Black Foundation in Dub Not the best dub CD, not the worst, just fine for those “I wanna hear someone mess with the echoplex” moods. 138) Martha Wainwright: Martha Wainwright Martha managed to get a PMRC warning sticker on this–maybe because of the songs is titled, “You Motherfucking Bloody Asshole”? And it’s even a good song. 139) The Cure: Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me So sad, I had to sing about it. Robert Smith is a lot…
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orgasm wargasm snoregasm choregasm

No idea, maybe that title will shoot me up the google chart for 3/10 second. I posted only–9 CD experiences in February? Can that possibly be right? Oh dear, I suppose it is… I feel I have reached a juncture, shall I continue listening to every (store-bought) CD I own, one at a time, writing briefly about each one, or shall I instead devote my life to helping the less fortunate? Ok, false distinction. Listen to all my CDs or…. don’t. This is an attractive proposition, I have many I WOULD LIKE TO LISTEN TO but cannot because of the order, the rules, the facets of the gemstone, the law of the genome. Nah. I’ll keep going, and besides, I’ve acquired around 1900 more hours of music the last few months, and they are ORDER FREE! I can listen to, for example, the Decemberists or Charlie Louvin or Funkadelic whenever I want to, which I’m sure has some bearing on why I’ve only logged 9 CDs in February… and the fact that it’s February, of course. 125) sade: love deluxe Sade makes me want to become a financier and put product in my hair while also setting up a company…
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Back to grinding…

Mercy, mercy, the banks are failing, but then global warming is going to turn shit biblical, so why worry? Why has that spline of logic not propagated across the mumble room yet? Why do commentors continue furrowing their brows and pretending to care? Maybe they fear riots, or maybe they know that would be the end of their careers as commentors. Not I! Such a lucky fool, am I… 122-123) The Replacements: Hootenany –and– Antony and the Johnsons: I Am A Bird Now Both these CDs were in the Replacements’ case; usually I set aside empty cases and try to fill them as I discover hitchikers, but I haven’t found the AJ case yet, so… I am listening to both. The Replacements is good, drunken, annoying, well-written, sloppily arranged, stupid and brilliant, like most Replacements albums. Same goes for the Anthony and the Johnsons record. No, of course not; Antony is a transgender chamber pop singer whose voice sounds like sparrows falling from the sky, and so is alternately gorgeous and precious. The songwriting is strong on roughly half the songs, hitting a spacy lounge stride that lifts the surreal-yet-confessional lyrics above posturing; the other half try to get over…
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Fairy Tale with CDs, cont’d

Ok, maybe not such a hot idea, the fairly tale inspired by CDs bit. But I have to finish the story, so I shall, then back to just listening to the damn things and writing the first thing that pops into my head. (part 1 is in the previous post). 115-121 Mr. G. was, it seemed, a Mister, as he had an adam’s apple, a man’s hands and feet, and a man’s face, but he also seemed to have prominent bosoms, and on second glance his face didn’t seem so manly. “You, I think, are not a girl,” Ravi said. “No,” Mr. G. replied, “I am in the process of becoming pansexual, but my other half is gone, and without her, I have no model.” He stood three heads taller than Ravi, and many more heads taller than Bob. He swayed back and forth gently as he stared the two travelers up and down for an uncomfortable period of time. “Want some E? Ribbit,” Bob asked. “Thanks no, I am past drugs now. Unless you have some nice Jenkem. Oh never mind, perhaps I should become a pan-racial being, do you thing I could borrow some of your characteristics, and…
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O, I’ve been extra-lax

Only 21 cds in January, and I haven’t posted my first Feb chunk until the 9th! So bad. But, it is the big slush season in Western NY, Jan/Feb/March have a way of sucking at your soul, grey skies and crusty black snow piles, sudden warm spells that tease one with sunlight, then back into snow… I like snow, but that’s a different story, I’m making excuses. 115-XXX) Once upon a time, a charming young sitarist named Ravi woke to find monsoon season had come early, and with much suddenness (Ravi Shankar: The Sounds of India). The rain beat at his roof relentlessly, and found its way through every hole in the thatch. In fact, Ravi woke, despite the fur that the previous evening’s party had stuffed into his skull, because one very fat raindrop landed exactly on the bridge of his nose. “Oh, bother,” Ravi thought; “I suppose I will have to go find someone to rethatch my roof, once the monsoon is over. In the meantime, I had better find somewhere else to live!” So Ravi took his sitar and an umbrella and set off on the path to the city, listening to the ragas that the rain…
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What was I thinking…

A common enough refrain in most people’s lives, yes? As in, “what was I thinking when I decided to listen to all my cds, on at a time, and write about each one?” or “alexandrine couplets? What was I thinking?” or “renting Kazaam, dear god what possessed me?” This phrase is triggered by something beyond regret, a sense of bafflement, as though you cannot recognize the person that would make such a choice. So, couplets: 112) Beta Band: Heroes to Zeros Do I really own ev’ry CD by this band? Apparently so, but this last one’s pretty bland. 113) Omar: Best by far The lyrics are just to keep the ass in motion, and “Be Thankful” is there to rub it with lotion: 114) Scissor Sisters: Scissor Sisters Elton John never moved me, but this CD’s great, queer snot-nosed ass-shakin’, though the ballads do grate. Ok, enough of that. Next: A brief fairy tale inspired by each CD. Or maybe one big fairy tale inspired by several…

The Second Century

O analogies abound, connections proliferate, webs are spun and then unwind… were this the second century a.d., or c.e., which stands for “common era” and is at least as patronizing as using “anno domine” (“The Year of our Lord” in latin), or a.h., for that matter (“anno hegirae,” the year Muhammed left Mecca for Yathrib), but anyway, were this 2 a.d., my computer would not work, and I would probably be banging some Ivernic characters into a stone pillar to be erected in commemoration of the chief’s annual public copulation with a ewe. I would have no teeth, and my cocktail would taste very unpleasant, and would likely contain some relative of witch’s cap. So, lucky me. But really “Second Century” means the next 100 CDs, and in commemoration of that milestone I will… announce my intent to try and experiment more with the postings. No ewe, sorry. There are plenty of other sites for that. For the next few CDs, I will try and invent Hollywood Blockbuster catchphrases that evoke the experience of listening to the songs therein. 103) Jimi Hendrix: Kiss the Sky –“Yeah, it’s the same old shit, but it’s hot shit, baby!” 104) David Bowie: hours……
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