tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138860802024-03-06T23:32:20.134-05:00Heart As Arenaby Brent BurketHeart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.comBlogger1087125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-68188231494935633522018-03-09T01:00:00.001-05:002018-03-10T00:44:15.881-05:00Nothing Left.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was in college one of my Education professors was trying to describe the difference between Sesame Street and Mister Rogers. He said when his kids are watching the Street they're jumping around, distracted, in and out of the show, unfocused. When they're watching Mister Rogers though, they're attentive and quiet, and then they come to the dinner table and say things like, "Daddy. Machines don't have feelings."<br />
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This is the first time I've disagreed with Fred Rogers. The new <a href="https://www.discogs.com/artist/3640090-Shredded-Nerve" target="_blank">Shredded Nerve</a>, <i>Milking the Predator Nest,</i> kept reminding me of Nurse With Wound's <a href="https://www.discogs.com/Nurse-With-Wound-Chance-Meeting-Of-A-Defective-Tape-Machine-And-Migraine/release/183707" target="_blank"><i>Chance Meeting Of A Defective Tape Machine And Migraine</i></a>. Which was odd, because it sounds nothing like it. <i>CMOADTMAM</i> was created by accident when <a href="https://www.discogs.com/artist/189621-irr-app-ext" target="_blank">irr. app. (ext.)</a>'s Matt Waldon was dubbing a copy of Nurse With Wound's iconic first album, <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chance_Meeting_on_a_Dissecting_Table_of_a_Sewing_Machine_and_an_Umbrella" target="_blank">Chance Meeting on a Dissecting Table of a Sewing Machine and an Umbrella</a>, </i>and the machine began to malfunction and the mangling of sound and vision began. They released the final results of the time- and tape-bending exercise as <i>Chance Meeting Of A Defective Tape Machine And Migraine. </i><br />
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As I mentioned, <i>Milking the Predator Nest </i>made me think a lot about Nurse With Wound's unintentional release, but it wasn't because of what it sounded like. If anything, <i>Milking </i>is a distant, mean cousin to Randy Greif's <i><a href="https://www.discogs.com/Randy-Greif-The-Barnacles-Inside/release/253370" target="_blank">The Barnacles Inside</a></i>. But it made me think about what Mister Rogers had said about machines not having emotions. <i>Milking the Predator Nest </i>sounds like what Matt Waldon's defective tape machine must have been <i>feeling</i> as it was approaching its end, not quite in sync with itself, striving to catch up with time and constantly, spectacularly falling behind. A slow, steady wave of frustration starts to grow and by the end there's nothing left. Just the feeling of being spent in the service of finality. Pull all you want, Farm Boy. The teet is dry. Fucking excellent.Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-26901626734287786892018-02-13T00:36:00.000-05:002018-02-13T00:36:38.742-05:00Almost Gone is the Name of This Place.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-19355145424969498332017-09-10T15:10:00.002-04:002017-09-10T22:53:50.222-04:00Chondritic Sound: The last batch before the next batch gets here. While I wait for the next batch of tapes from <a href="http://www.chondriticsound.com/">Chondritic Sound</a> to arrive, here are 3 short reviews about the last batch. Enjoy! And grip this shit. Hell, grip anything Chondritic puts out. Grip it good. <br />
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Looking forward to hearing your presidential plans for the Teletubbies. Will they sit on the pulpit with you? Will in your lap of eternal Jesus sunshine? What if they are illegal immigrants? Will your lord save them? Will that be enough? What would Jerry do? <br />
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Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-43667776192700226362015-02-23T22:42:00.001-05:002015-02-24T12:21:15.768-05:00Space Was The Place.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRElG6sQD8SqfwIvLrYaWY9oIlONbZETTy6TGQ3PANfQDZnIo-OKMPy8EUht1Yt3ksm_H6-wSzuvDPqL8kj1zY44EiXHY_vSDho_HuVZ6oS6FWWikRV2QRS4n7e0Kf2mv5VJqt/s1600/Screen+shot+2015-02-23+at+10.12.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRElG6sQD8SqfwIvLrYaWY9oIlONbZETTy6TGQ3PANfQDZnIo-OKMPy8EUht1Yt3ksm_H6-wSzuvDPqL8kj1zY44EiXHY_vSDho_HuVZ6oS6FWWikRV2QRS4n7e0Kf2mv5VJqt/s400/Screen+shot+2015-02-23+at+10.12.01+PM.png" /></a></div><br />
I've been waiting for this since the existence of YouTube. Somebody has posted clips of E.T. Monitor, hosted by <a href="http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2008/07/ufo-update.html?cid=122413426#comment-6a00d83451c29169e200e5539f7d8d8833">Bob Barry</a>, Christian UFO investigator extraordinaire. He broadcast from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Lion,_York_County,_Pennsylvania">Red Lion, PA</a> in the 80s and 90s. I don't know if there were even a 100 of us watching. One time, for the holiday show, he set forth his proof of the existence of UFOs using images on Christmas cards. Pranksters would call in pretending to be aliens. He was nice to them anyway. Sometimes his sweet wife would help him on camera. He and his wife loved Jesus. Bob was born at the wrong time. Just like you and me.<br />
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<blockquote><i>And I need you more than want you<br />
And I want you for all time.</i></blockquote><br />
That infinity loop of yearning is the fulcrum on which Jimmy Webb's perfect pop song, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wichita_Lineman">Wichita Lineman</a>, rests. The song's been <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wichita_Lineman#Cover_versions">covered by many</a>, but Glen Campbell remains its master. Over the years he's performed it thousands of times. The way Campbell has been able to keep the tune fresh is as much a testament to his playing and arranging abilities as it is to the way Webb places the poles of the song just far enough apart to keep its lines open. <br />
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This was my introduction to "Wichita Lineman." Here it is, straight up, cutting through the artifice of the set, the lip syncing, and the polyester that makes up that turtleneck. <br />
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Decades later, on Jools Holland with a cracking band. Check the guitar solo that gets funked up and dirtied down. Also, a little after the 2 minute mark we get the reminder that this dude can <i>shred</i>. And the voice. The voice remains. The way he lifts the melody on the "And I need you more than want you." keeps the song fresh for everybody involved. I don't care what you do. You will never be this good at it. <br />
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Even with an orchestra and ham-fisted keyboards behind him, Glen cuts through it all with his diamond voice and a crystalline guitar line. In fact, his guitar solo is as subtle and fluid as Richard Thompson at his best. <br />
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Keith Urban & Glen Campbell in Las Vegas. Two amazing players hitting the frets. Campbell steals it though with his string-bending take on the classic solo. Again, think Richard Thompson. Sick!<br />
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Roots on the line. Reggae legend Dennis Brown brings an entirely new world of ways to voice this song. Phrasings eternal. And props to (probably) Mikey Chung for showing how much the Campbell's template guitar solo lends itself to interpretation and experimentation. <br />
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Jimmy Webb, singing his own masterpiece with the gentle accompaniment of a lap steel guitar and Paul Shaffer's accordian. <br />
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Freedy Johnston, man. It's part of his thing, and we are blessed by it.<br />
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There's a long history of REM bootlegs with Wichita Lineman on the set list. Here, Michael Stipe and Patti Smith give it a go. Somehow, through the messiness, the song makes it through all the while taking on a new poignancy because of the relationship between the two singers. <br />
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Cassandra Wilson. That is all. Cassandra Wilson.<br />
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OK. The song is not COMPLETELY invincible. Here, Glen teams up with Stone Temple Pilots. There is not a song on earth that Stone Temple Pilots can't make boring. <br />
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<iframe width="420" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HDPuK_tqG-Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-68770051490088367082014-04-19T15:19:00.004-04:002014-04-19T15:51:51.684-04:00Record Store Day.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF99trmSTka07GQt54czxKUzM42FBPgZamuyqRTcOidA9YHeCrSuIktE2HGG5B0ErRuRQWsb3SBuj8UiAyojXJPVCnONT8CJf5QPScGVxlxzamSwgyrgt2sOArg00LktkUqL3F/s1600/hapless.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF99trmSTka07GQt54czxKUzM42FBPgZamuyqRTcOidA9YHeCrSuIktE2HGG5B0ErRuRQWsb3SBuj8UiAyojXJPVCnONT8CJf5QPScGVxlxzamSwgyrgt2sOArg00LktkUqL3F/s320/hapless.JPG" /></a></div><br />
You might not have known it, but this past Monday was Record Store Day. At least in my life it was. I walked into the <a href="http://www.downtownmusicgallery.com/Main/index.htm">Downtown Music Gallery</a> that afternoon looking for something a little off the beaten Robert Wyatt path. Which means way, way off the fire trail in the middle of a forest a couple 100 miles from the nearest thing that resembles a path. The ever-helpful walking encyclopedia and co-owner Bruce directed me to <a href="http://www.discogs.com/Michael-Mantler-Edward-Gorey-The-Hapless-Child-And-Other-Inscrutable-Stories/release/2022462">Michael Mantler's The Hapless Child And Other Inscrutable Stories</a> featuring the text of Edward Gorey. At first it didn't seem quite my cup of tea, but then I looked at the list of players and saw the inventive Norwegian guitarist Terje Rypdal. This was a good start. I decided to give it a chance. I don't need to tell you how that worked out, but I will.<br />
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I'd been in the shop a couple months ago right after Bruce and one of his employees, Chuck, had brought in some CDRs of a band they'd just discovered (To be geekily accurate, Chuck discovered them and turned Bruce onto them.), <a href="http://weizhongle.bandcamp.com/">Wei Zhongle</a>. They remind me of Henry Cow, This Heat, General Strike with a dash of Gang of Four and featuring vocals that sound vaguely Chinese even though the lyrics are in English. Mad, mad stuff. ANYWAY (This is me reflecting the overarching idea that one of the best things about shopping in a record store are the tangents.), when I'd bought the Wei Zhongle's they had mentioned a clarinet quartet CDR by one of band's members, John McCowen. I didn't buy it then, but it stuck in my head. I also remembered that it had a low price. I asked if they still had any of them left. That was about the time that Chuck walked into the store with some packages. He overheard what I was asking about and said, "His new one is in this box." Yeah. I took that one too. But it wasn't over. When they opened one of the other boxes, they found that it had the new one from the King Crimson offshoot, Stick Men. Bruce knows my light (HaHa. In the context of Manny Lunch, trust me. It's LIGHT.) obsession with the Crims. Yeah. Put that in the bag too. I'm done. OK. I'm not done. On the way into town, I happened to have been listening to a great disc that DMG had put out on their own label a few years ago by South African drummer Selwyn Lissack. I had to, again, compliment Bruce on what a fabulous release that was. He said, "You know, have you ever heard that disc by Ric Colebeck? At this point my wallet screamed, "Make it stop!" But my reply was, "No. Who's that?" Turns out he's a British trumpeter who had released a scorcher of an album with Lissack hitting the skins. They, of course, had it in stock. Sigh. OK. That really WAS it. I went home and listened to a pile of great, unexpected music.<br />
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What allowed me to take all those leaps though was the trust that I have in Bruce. I've been shopping at DMG for 17 years, and Bruce and his co-owner Manny have never led me astray. Not once. Over that time, they've developed a sense of my tastes, AND how far I'm willing to stretch those tastes. With their help, my boundaries—already pretty expansive—could now be used in science books as proof of the accelerating universe. There's no algorithm that could do the same. Even if there was, I can't think of anything more boring than being told what I might enjoy by a machine. I'm pretty sure that that machine didn't meet the artist at a Jazz festival and talk to them about a favorite recording or what they're working on now. I'm also sure that a machine wasn't going to be able to buy a stack of CDRs from a band they had just been knocked out by for the first time, and put them on the shelves the next day. I learned from Mr. Rogers a long time ago that robots don't have feelings. They have no sense of smell either. Because you need a good sense of smell to follow the trail of an expanding universe of paths, to see where they end or better yet, to see where they just keep going. It's the very essence of improvisation. <br />
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The official <a href="http://www.recordstoreday.com/">Record Store Day</a> is something designed to get people off of their asses and away from their screens, and INTO the record stores that haven't been killed by fucking Amazon, fucking Walmart, fucking iTunes, and fucking Spotify. That's great, and I'm going to be indulging in some of the special events later this afternoon. My girlfriend and I are going to catch guitarist Steve Gunn play at an in-store at <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/academy-records-annex-new-york">Academy Records</a> in Greenpoint. Then we'll pop over to Rough Trade to hear Simon Raymonde spin some jams at <a href="http://www.roughtradenyc.com/">Rough Trade</a> in Williamsburg. Yes, I said Simon Raymonde. And all this will probably be after we meet at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Heaven-Street/380333649176">Heaven Street</a> in Bushwick. The <a href="http://www.ascetism.com/">Ascetic House</a> crew were in town, and I want to check to see if they dropped off any of their tapes. And just to say Hi to JR and Sean. <br />
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Tomorrow I'm heading back to Downtown Music Gallery. Because, in fact, it worked out like it so often does there. The Mantler record was great, and there were a couple more albums by the same crew sitting in those bins. Yeah. I'll have missed Record Store Day at DMG, but that's not the point. Record stores—the best ones, at least—are wild streams with ever changing currents. You can dip your hand in at any point and be refreshed. <br />
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If you don't understand this love letter to accident, intuition, conversation, community and trust; then I have some bad news. It's not the record store that's dying. It's you.<br />
Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-24297065674699941482014-01-09T23:49:00.000-05:002014-01-09T23:49:07.896-05:00This Face Is Free.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRZ3COsXC5qewMuZPLQwWdDXBggtKQm8RWuHkJKvHJRVg4kJZqlckIQXsmdP4NN-3mcrznooTxqCqQD_LOkeaerT5H4Mvdk76UpIzV8ETWY7vTuqNsjgDe4UUki7bboKfLHHH/s1600/gh.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRZ3COsXC5qewMuZPLQwWdDXBggtKQm8RWuHkJKvHJRVg4kJZqlckIQXsmdP4NN-3mcrznooTxqCqQD_LOkeaerT5H4Mvdk76UpIzV8ETWY7vTuqNsjgDe4UUki7bboKfLHHH/s400/gh.png" /></a></div>Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-76348015862405677272014-01-09T23:43:00.000-05:002014-01-09T23:54:59.806-05:00Email to Bivs. (Practically a blog post)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT_d8IR28XI5DMtzmpD-pmmbcnS5HwBYkgdgZMAzR8C-flhtuBGm13SjhOMm631B4x7nNzlFwfCPP5UXopBcd-H3ZRU8E0GGDRnosnWwIjj3YxW2auYEvSz_pAU29GUEV_wT6S/s1600/scud.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT_d8IR28XI5DMtzmpD-pmmbcnS5HwBYkgdgZMAzR8C-flhtuBGm13SjhOMm631B4x7nNzlFwfCPP5UXopBcd-H3ZRU8E0GGDRnosnWwIjj3YxW2auYEvSz_pAU29GUEV_wT6S/s400/scud.jpeg" /></a></div><i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0LaOskuZdc">Total Destruction 7"</a></i><br />
Did we ever talk about <a href="http://www.discogs.com/artist/17302-DJ-Scud?anv=Scud">DJ Scud</a>? A <a href="http://www.discogs.com/artist/241603-Craig-Willingham">guy</a> I became friendly with at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_support">Kim's</a> introduced me to him (the person and his jams, actually). The first time I heard him play, he came on after one more boring-ass trip-hop set by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courageous_Cat_and_Minute_Mouse">DJ Spooky</a> who put in a set that even a guest shot by <a href="http://www.artolindsay.com/">Arto Lindsay</a> couldn't help and proceeded to just blow out the space with a full-on Noise assault for about 10 minutes before blasting into the distorto Drum 'n' Bass & Dancehall crush-up that he was so adept at. That first 10 minutes was like an acid palate cleanser, getting rid of the stale taste of the last course. The Hill Foundation had done the sound so it was an extra hard blow when the beats kicked in. It was, like, 3 in the morning in DUMBO, before DUMBO became the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uocj6CBqxLg">Jane's Carousel</a>. I got home by 5, but I couldn't get to sleep until after 7. (This is practically a blog post.)<br />
Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-3063351477766805332013-07-04T08:55:00.003-04:002013-07-04T08:55:24.003-04:00Hey, Baby.<iframe width="420" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/K_tyWt_9Bfs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-84557346442497689552013-07-02T14:25:00.002-04:002013-07-02T14:25:54.771-04:00Ai Weiwei's The Divine Comedy. Taking the "Never" out of "Never Sorry" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqGbgS60xSBRhFa3-QduwtCTbqPqKgHpf0kifJqy0CyCFTe-udUIIZjmigWWZm4-3NVF7EJPJBrLygzUwR3O6WbzZKVX-Y8t9tW2NDO_0ABSJVhR6C16a-cCUohwCW08LUUYR/s427/Ai_Weiwei-320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqGbgS60xSBRhFa3-QduwtCTbqPqKgHpf0kifJqy0CyCFTe-udUIIZjmigWWZm4-3NVF7EJPJBrLygzUwR3O6WbzZKVX-Y8t9tW2NDO_0ABSJVhR6C16a-cCUohwCW08LUUYR/s427/Ai_Weiwei-320.jpg" /></a></div><br />
(original image via <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ai_Weiwei.jpg">Wikipedia</a>)<br />
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Torture and terror should never make anybody laugh. But that's what Ai Weiwei made me do with his new truly horrible <i>The Divine Comedy</i>. I <a href="http://hyperallergic.com/74660/for-ai-weiwei-sorry-seems-to-be-the-hardest-word/">wrote about the crapfest for <b>Hyperallergic</b></a>. <br />
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In <a href="http://hyperallergic.com/71684/no-supper-for-you-ai-weiwei-goes-heavy-metal/">an earlier piece</a>, I put a hatin' on the first single and video released from the album, "Dumbass."Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-42274774182178178632013-06-30T15:48:00.000-04:002013-06-30T17:47:59.355-04:00Control v. Power. <b>Control.</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/07/01/us/politics/snowden-assange.html">Jules et Eric.</a><br />
<i>Photo via Flickr, New Media Days</i><br />
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<a href="http://blogs.artinfo.com/modernartnotes/">Tyler Green</a> asked me a question on twitter last Friday. It was a good question. It made me want to write more than 140 characters. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=zPGI_nh133U">Tommy Aldridge</a> is going to have to hit pause on that drum solo. <br />
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After I declared my love for Doug Aitken's <a href="http://stationtostation.com/">Station To Station</a> website, Tyler replied with the <a href="https://twitter.com/TylerGreenDC/status/348056765163790336">tweet</a>, "So far the whole thing seems very corporate scenester. What am I not getting?"<br />
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Hmmm. I don't know. There are so many things to not get about Doug Aitken, and they are a constantly shifting. For me, those things usually stay at bay and it all comes together for me in almost all of Aitken's work. I often do get it, even when I can't explain why. (Don't sweat the small stuff, Brent!)<br />
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Ironically, the one place where it's never come together for me is Aitken's "Happenings." Besides not liking the dodgy-ass, cliché name, every one I've gone to has been a shitshow. Disorganized. Crap sound. Annoying audience. Intellectually cluster-fucked events are not fun or interesting. They're just messes that seem to be enjoyed mostly by the people on stage or on the walls or in their resultant CV augmentations. However, props to Aitken for even trying.<br />
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So, why do I have any hope for Station To Station, which is essentially a rolling "happening" (Sorry, that shit ain't escaping the quotation marks.)? Lots of reasons. These are the reasons, in this case, that I'm getting it. At least so far. All I've seen is the website. We'll see if the train journey is the expressway through my skull that i'm hoping for.<br />
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To return to Tyler's use of the phrase, "corporate scenester" . . . Yes and yes.<br />
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Oddly enough, I hadn't seen the LEVI'S logo in my many visits to the site until I did a search and landed on the home page where it's a prominent fixture. It IS on all subsequent pages, but it was so small I never noticed it on my 15" screen. Generally, I can't get too excited about corporate sponsorship unless it becomes a detriment to the art, in which case the art, the artist, and the sponsor should be ridiculed mercilessly. <br />
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I don't see that happening here with Station To Station. In fact, to a certain extent, if anything, Aitken has stolen from the LEVI'S aesthetic throughout his entire career. He owes THEM. Either way, my take on corporate sponsorship is one of bemused detachment, akin to Sebastian Bach's defense of embracing the reality TV gravy train. Sebastian Bach could give a flying fuck about reality TV, but he'll take their money. Paraphrasing now: "Thank you for you money. I am going to take it now and put it all into METAL." [Metal heads, insert long boriing argument here as to whether or not Sebastian Bach is Metal.] Everybody knows what an institution is buying when they give money to an artist or an institution (Illusion of edge!), and everybody knows what an artist is getting when they take money from a corporate entity (Illusion of lunch!). [Art heads, insert long boring conversation about corporations and courtiers here.] <br />
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An aside: I don't know if I want an art world where I can't laugh at an Altria executive getting to say "a couple words" in the ghetto of a Whitney press opening. <br />
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Scenesterism. [This is the paragraph in which I will both agree and disagree with myself.] I don't mind Aitken's brand of scenesterism. Or at least, in respects to it prompting decent art actions, I maintain a weird hope for it. It comes out of the fact that he's very well connected with a number of scenes, both well-moneyed and not, interesting and not. I'd call it boosterism and it seems to come from a place of love and encouragement. It's a warm blanket of sheen. In the case of the interviews on the website, it reminds me of old issues of Interview magazine, which were more than a little scenestery. And I like the same repeated or similar questions leading to everything from the existential to the mundane when it comes to the answers. To quote Charles Bukowski, "i have shit stains in my underwear too." So, scene on, Doug Aitken. Scene on. (This viewpoint self-intersects with my fears that it WILL be too scene-y, but something about Aitken makes me live in hope. [Which is not a bad place to start.])<br />
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Other things that give me hope for Station To Station to be as good on a whole as it is as a website:<br />
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1. I'm a sucker for anything based on a Bowie song. Especially <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZY77zDzNmYw">this Bowie song</a>. And quite specifically, that intro. It should not be forgotten that he did that without the help of Eno. You could stop that song after the intro and you'd be guaranteed forward motion for a couple hours. <br />
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2. Slanted, this. But, well: Hunger. The typeface and design aesthetic used for the quotes throughout the website is either borrowed from or influenced by <a href="http://blackesteverblack.bigcartel.com/product/alexander-lewis-i-a-luminous-veil-i-blackest014">Blackest Ever Black</a> has been doing for the last couple years. Or, maybe it's been plucked from the air of the zeitgeist, but a it's a little behind the breeze. And that means that Aitken has some catching up to do. He's usually coming in on top of the beat. This time, he's a little behind. That's a spot that can be just as fertile though when it comes to pushing a song forward.<br />
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3. <a href="http://manbartlett.com/">Man Bartlett</a> is involved. I don't know the details, but even if it's at the most technician-y level, Man Bartlett makes everything better. <br />
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4. Even with my past perceived disasters of earlier "happenings", I maintain a certain faith in all things wide-ranging. From the interests of the website to the train's path, this project covers that. <br />
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5. I'm a sucker for trains. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U60yj35FmGs">I often dream of them when I'm alone.</a> <br />
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6. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMclpOK7a2w">Blackfoot.</a><br />
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Roll on, Doug Aitken. Roll on. Take that train, baby.<br />
Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-22621913638111170192011-11-13T13:00:00.001-05:002011-11-13T13:07:08.073-05:00Up.<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zPGI_nh133U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-78190067645277509002010-10-11T21:49:00.009-04:002010-10-12T09:34:31.187-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 50: Annihiloscillator<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskVPcxCrIxrNq0PSy1r2VYQD8B4VxANVhRfLZgnII1ymguwMCPkVFvF-vF01A5uXRyleNMI0GEUALlNMe0nWvRmedtVYfSF5APiBGwI6MhZk0r3suvoDLlwPJbUV_ZhyOTalI/s1600/R-100630-1136483105.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskVPcxCrIxrNq0PSy1r2VYQD8B4VxANVhRfLZgnII1ymguwMCPkVFvF-vF01A5uXRyleNMI0GEUALlNMe0nWvRmedtVYfSF5APiBGwI6MhZk0r3suvoDLlwPJbUV_ZhyOTalI/s400/R-100630-1136483105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526971145991298834" /></a><br />1997<br /><br />An old evangelist friend of mine used to say that all we needed was a good, cleansing fire. Clearly, Merzbow is down with this. Annihiloscillator is a good place to end this 50 CD mountain. Fuck any scorched earth policy. Why limit it to the ground. Merzbow burns the whole world of sound with his work: the high, the low, and the in-between. Annihilation is a gift, and Merzbow just keeps giving. <br /><br />We offer our gratitude and we end with a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtqy4DTHGqg">prayer</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. Hair Gun // 13:16<br />2. Kyoko Hamara Air Clyster // 12:14<br />3. Black Brain of Piranese // 13:26<br />4. Soft Parts 1&2 // 17:29<br />5. Wild Pair // 3:50<br /><br />_____________________________________<br /><br />Big ups to the world of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sharity">sharity</a> that gave me the files to do this. Files here . . .Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-82205876195036372872010-10-10T22:10:00.006-04:002010-10-11T21:32:03.982-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 49: Motorond<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNW90icRD5i7XxmkeCDQkNjujCzAKyS9oDtxk2k-cYx0HDb6loRLbEtPplxJjF0YpRNUzwPGYBxoQHmV5m0GOGdsY5FkkKUxb3RNKvCuS_pZCFGAcjCB3akoc8OFvwsGhpsaW/s1600/R-100630-1136483090.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNW90icRD5i7XxmkeCDQkNjujCzAKyS9oDtxk2k-cYx0HDb6loRLbEtPplxJjF0YpRNUzwPGYBxoQHmV5m0GOGdsY5FkkKUxb3RNKvCuS_pZCFGAcjCB3akoc8OFvwsGhpsaW/s400/R-100630-1136483090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526948210295065810" /></a><br />1997<br /><br />t's a long way down, but I feel alright<br />It's a long way down, but I feel alright<br />And the cops get in, and the crowd gets tight<br />--Ryan Adams, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZk3mx-AN88"><span style="font-style:italic;">Starting To Hurt</span></a>*<br /><br />Here, Akita shoots his sounds down a narrow hallway. The sonics feel caged up, but that only increases the tension release in the second track when he hits a groove that has the same rocking effect as the deepest space of Coltrane's <span style="font-style:italic;">A Love Supreme</span>. And that's the great illusion of Merzbow. His music might sound dark, but it comes from--and is on its way to--a place of light. Color me blinded.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. Motorond Pt.2 // 31:25<br />2. Motorond Pt.1 // 27:53<br /><br />*A sidenote: When the last Sonic Youth album came out the fact that Thurston Moore was influenced by Black Metal made it from the press release into just about every review that was written. You know what I want to see? Somebody to give a shout out to Ryan Adams for his absolutely convincing Black Metal yowl that pops up every once in awhile. Srsly. <a href="http://www.metal-archives.com/band.php?id=382">Ildjarn</a> would have been happy to tap this pain vein.Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-81943512880851349622010-10-09T16:59:00.006-04:002010-10-10T17:33:31.168-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 48: Space Mix Travelling Band<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5_6luZ9mg-V47fskRDuxnrOZWUAClFTwkzLPoAXquh3KXC9lua2Oq0kRSTHxVr318pZfSLUQsSguTTjGcd-hbvo21ccQc1eQqj7DY_TEqAQtxpmeOZE_f4A5m4-qOuu9_6ka/s1600/R-100630-1136483072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5_6luZ9mg-V47fskRDuxnrOZWUAClFTwkzLPoAXquh3KXC9lua2Oq0kRSTHxVr318pZfSLUQsSguTTjGcd-hbvo21ccQc1eQqj7DY_TEqAQtxpmeOZE_f4A5m4-qOuu9_6ka/s400/R-100630-1136483072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526155102451651954" /></a><br />1997<br /><br />Would like to be objective about this recording, but when Merzbow pulls out this Death Ray of his, I am a goner. Also, I did not expect to think of (early) Kitaro here. Yet, I did. Not because of the sounds, BUT the because of their shared ability to return to the same or similar sounds in creating something fresh and good.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. Travelling 1997 // 20:04<br />2. Floating Manhattan // 14:06<br />3. Hongkong Suite // 24:52Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-67342492451049629982010-10-08T23:58:00.003-04:002010-10-09T00:11:49.861-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 47: Rhinogradentia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9mfGFzj_8HuuFSdR6DLE3bh5Tmn0nV24gDorMj0iG8YAQ0j5WaEQIspfVmXrYT8hvU1Y7rj6NURPACRt4I9jtlJw_DBtSbExzlFNzdL9L-XjV40ACmsx39dJntY_h_kaPkRo/s1600/R-100630-1136483049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9mfGFzj_8HuuFSdR6DLE3bh5Tmn0nV24gDorMj0iG8YAQ0j5WaEQIspfVmXrYT8hvU1Y7rj6NURPACRt4I9jtlJw_DBtSbExzlFNzdL9L-XjV40ACmsx39dJntY_h_kaPkRo/s400/R-100630-1136483049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525892145546557954" /></a><br />1996<br /><br />If Michael Stipe was an icehead and in charge of a faltering Death Ray machine, this is what it would sound like. Fucking fabulous. Windout.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. Rhinogradentia // 14:52<br />2. Silver Scintillator // 16:41<br />3. Narco // 24:02Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-51307651511392371802010-10-07T21:52:00.006-04:002010-10-09T14:56:41.480-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 46: Marfan Syndrome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7QJlP_9Ay0lWFyYgQs0BL1rUjUkx3bvG-DHVCGMmnJIKJ70AcgRGfOCMHEwC9FLlVkjR7_euRJkzvIYAmCxrv_z_ashD0TqzsbOiYXAtWXaEFeftoOJnm7B7zC3h7LH1ohyphenhyphenN/s1600/R-100630-1136483030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7QJlP_9Ay0lWFyYgQs0BL1rUjUkx3bvG-DHVCGMmnJIKJ70AcgRGfOCMHEwC9FLlVkjR7_euRJkzvIYAmCxrv_z_ashD0TqzsbOiYXAtWXaEFeftoOJnm7B7zC3h7LH1ohyphenhyphenN/s400/R-100630-1136483030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525487989093044770" /></a><br />1995<br /><br />This album is a good example of why people say that all Merzbow albums are the same. It's also a good example of why I don't need to talk to these people about Merzbow. Be in it. Be crushed. Be done. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. Marfan Syndrome for Blue (Remix) // 7:07<br />2. Oldenbergs Soft Gun // 18:39<br />3. Spider Nest Castle Pt.1 // 12:26<br />4. Un Br Che // 11:25<br />5. Yosef Voice // 2:12Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-41845640752776465432010-10-06T23:57:00.007-04:002010-10-07T19:03:43.562-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 45: Red Magnesia Pink<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqo7qxvXdYpKXemn7Dc1Ekze2VeuD5sXyzjyxViyrNrx0YzkuLYIX5oEEViQ2eB3vGLSmeJcOBw0vE9EpqClcvcc-fJ6iDilEimi7B0QSlRnvjKWbKAHmDZ0gKV3hQtZeocGQ/s1600/R-100630-1136483010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqo7qxvXdYpKXemn7Dc1Ekze2VeuD5sXyzjyxViyrNrx0YzkuLYIX5oEEViQ2eB3vGLSmeJcOBw0vE9EpqClcvcc-fJ6iDilEimi7B0QSlRnvjKWbKAHmDZ0gKV3hQtZeocGQ/s400/R-100630-1136483010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525149652907250418" /></a><br />1995<br /><br />The swirling dervishes of the high end cut sharply through what feels like the Aokigahara of Noise. You know all that friction is going to cause a fire in the dry season. Thankfully, in Merzbow's world there is no dry season, but things will burn anyway.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. Minus Zero // 5:57<br />2. Etic // 4:08<br />3. Delta X // 4:33<br />4. Tremelo Man // 10:27<br />5. Euclids Pickel // 13:48<br />6. Chameleon Body // 9:18<br />7. Little Bang! // 7:38<br />8. You - Bahn // 5:27Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-2299110561308533212010-10-05T23:59:00.005-04:002010-10-06T01:02:40.501-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 44: Liquid City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxZAvXhHq8n_LqflDRzLRAuc0QIiOQDr73xrMCG5QhmtR27bVHv9gNY7RMhefEOwkc-kF1u3FzhD9xRCamCtcYV42x_bhsqjvnHicreihep4z-Jny0eCiCHe0YfubCjrKl8Z0/s1600/R-100630-1136482994.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxZAvXhHq8n_LqflDRzLRAuc0QIiOQDr73xrMCG5QhmtR27bVHv9gNY7RMhefEOwkc-kF1u3FzhD9xRCamCtcYV42x_bhsqjvnHicreihep4z-Jny0eCiCHe0YfubCjrKl8Z0/s400/R-100630-1136482994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524779714464096850" /></a><br />1995<br /><br />First of all, what's not to like about an album that nods to Throbbing Gristle AND has a song title as good as Cheese Car Commando? <br /><br />No build-up here. We just get dropped into the middle of the explosion that is "Liquid City 17-1-95". Its non-stop assault finally peters out in the last 30 seconds. Then a short build before the helicopters of Tiabguls kick in. (Total Xhol, Motherfuckers Live alert here, btw.) The choppers stop but things keep spinning through the next song. Lastly, "Cheese Car Commando" stutter steps onto the scene before the plates melt together to form a dense metal mass that happens to be careening towards your head. Good luck with that. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. Liquid City 17-1-95 // 19:11<br />2. Dalitech Filters // 21:09<br />3. Tiabguls // 9:16<br />4. Cheese Car Commando // 7:35Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-28376531499697323712010-10-05T00:07:00.002-04:002010-10-05T00:14:16.785-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 43: Exotic Apple<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ufXyshvUxe281fr9koD_retJWqDZXOsajDy3ZZ_E7QrQ_c1X13Je5f-rKQmpua6OVzakL9WerH_eRXK7Ans20iqcuOwJB1f-z3EtOfXG6KNlrk77mDiA695t96_Vf3KHqRFt/s1600/R-100630-1136482980.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ufXyshvUxe281fr9koD_retJWqDZXOsajDy3ZZ_E7QrQ_c1X13Je5f-rKQmpua6OVzakL9WerH_eRXK7Ans20iqcuOwJB1f-z3EtOfXG6KNlrk77mDiA695t96_Vf3KHqRFt/s400/R-100630-1136482980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524402831682844018" /></a><br />1994<br /><br />Merzbow gets his old drum machines and samplers out, and it's a fine damn thing. Goes for a lot of high end too. Not my favorite are in the land of the rising Noise, but what he's doing in opposition to it works so well I don' t care. When his shit is on, it's ON. Make my ears bleed for all I care. Actually, fuck my ears, this is actually making my teeth hurt. I mean it. It's triggered an olfactory memory, and I can smell the dentist's drill. Music (or anti-music) does not get better than this. If I was in a dream, I'd be looking in the mirror and my teeth would be falling out in some mythopoetic kinda way. The Merzbow soundtrack would make it alright though. Like I said last time . . . Bite the apple. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST</span> <br /><br />1. Sunohara Youri Is Suzanna Erica // 10:16<br />2. Moon over the Bwana A // 5:30<br />3. Apple Rock 1 // 14:20<br />4. Apple Rock 2 // 16:17<br />5. Apple Rock 3 // 7:23<br />6. Apple Rock 4 // 7:55Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-59966733925643393522010-10-03T23:42:00.005-04:002010-10-04T00:21:03.970-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 42: Sons of Slash Noise Metal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EUoTQF-L9l-c2yb19QBOoOJ96nlagVzt5HYNmjeO-qPxBXMwHl71pP-gg3j2ElglSsWouOvtGmK5IHSxi7b65IOPPVHezHe9gpy6clwEgwRJc18AF4Ui0AFuX_dS6ajff5tz/s1600/R-100630-1136482964.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EUoTQF-L9l-c2yb19QBOoOJ96nlagVzt5HYNmjeO-qPxBXMwHl71pP-gg3j2ElglSsWouOvtGmK5IHSxi7b65IOPPVHezHe9gpy6clwEgwRJc18AF4Ui0AFuX_dS6ajff5tz/s400/R-100630-1136482964.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524034294180342578" /></a><br />1993<br /><br />Far fucking out. Merzbow pays homage to the ever-mighty Iron Butterfly. Heavy trippiness, thy name is In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, and Merzbow's approximately titled In-a-Gadda-Veddah grinds out a spacy groove of mayhem that does its namesake proud. About midway through the groove turns into a layered wall of blackness that careens through the next two songs through the end of the album. Man. Merzbow has clearly hit a harsh stride here. Bite the apple.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. In-a-Gadda-Veddah // 16:53<br />2. Cross Toad // 10:57<br />3. Slash Embryo // 32:34Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-38500202264601321492010-10-02T23:43:00.008-04:002010-10-03T00:20:33.521-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 41: Brain Ticket Death<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQg5IX6Mjhn_Ty-4MniXD4IerKHADmOs65nH1oj4rsNxJj6bstXOhNkzh96-QogsnyCW85bspk8LDiQ-H-azyhv6hvlJsWnCqZze-gSYYOIdyrasEtJfHNCj5ntfgSd5lHqdtc/s1600/R-100630-1136482948.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQg5IX6Mjhn_Ty-4MniXD4IerKHADmOs65nH1oj4rsNxJj6bstXOhNkzh96-QogsnyCW85bspk8LDiQ-H-azyhv6hvlJsWnCqZze-gSYYOIdyrasEtJfHNCj5ntfgSd5lHqdtc/s400/R-100630-1136482948.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523660549408246226" /></a><br />1993<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Brain Ticket Death</span> relentlessly explores the pure violence of the drum. It's, quite simply, one of the harshest Merzbow releases I've ever heard. Just. Brutal. Actually, I'll go further than that. It's one of the harshest Noise releases I've ever heard. This, kids, is saying something. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST </span><br /><br />1. Metal of Doom // 6:36<br />2. Electric Peekaboo // 3:45<br />3. Iron Caravan // 5:33<br />4. Brain Ticket Death // 34:01Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886080.post-75303806069123005882010-10-01T11:45:00.001-04:002010-10-02T00:15:18.762-04:0050 Days of Merzbow, Day 40: Music for True Romance Vol. 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlUP_LgPDmnYAvld25Rvt4qJRkAjralYXv90tfqB0vwbJm-NH84sKU5_oADbx0SiLDqDD2c7zTBJ4c_cQJ8bEFn3ClgwMIdLpsPjzmf-2NyfotSvpF6N9Vl6KBTlc-n4ZMbow/s1600/R-100630-1136482929.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlUP_LgPDmnYAvld25Rvt4qJRkAjralYXv90tfqB0vwbJm-NH84sKU5_oADbx0SiLDqDD2c7zTBJ4c_cQJ8bEFn3ClgwMIdLpsPjzmf-2NyfotSvpF6N9Vl6KBTlc-n4ZMbow/s400/R-100630-1136482929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523295340871114786" /></a><br />1992<br /><br />Oh, honey. I hate you.<br /><br />But seriously, this is probably the only Merzbow release to remind me of both <a href="http://www.artnotart.com/gero/index2.html">The Gerogerigegege</a> <span style="font-style:italic;">and</span> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t12mRz6oMm8">Ian Hunter</a>. That's fucked up. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">TRACK LIST</span> <br /><br />1. True Romance Theme // 3:52<br />2. Music Cave // 2:27<br />3. She Floating - Preparation // 15:43<br />4. She Mutilation - Main Ritual // 15:17<br />5. Injured Imperial Soldiers Marching Song // 22:29Heart As Arenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976463596763794957noreply@blogger.com0