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Tindersticks - "Falling Down a Mountain" - Falling Down a Mountain Bunny Sigler - "Let it Snow" - Let it Snow 12" Automaton - "Digidub (Linton Kwesi Johnson RMX)" - MP3 Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - "Beat the Devil's Tattoo" - 7" Fuzzbox - "Spirit in the Sky" - Cover Girls 2 Citay - "Dream Get Together" - Dream Get Together
Pierced Arrows - "Zip my Lip" - Descending Shadows John Cooper Clarke & the Curious Yellows - "Psycle Sluts" - MP3 Scritti Politti - "Skank Bloc Bologna" - 7" Kiss - "Mr. Blackwell" - Music from "The Elder" Roland P. Young - "Curls" - Istet Serenade Boards of Canada - "Dayvan Cowboy" - The Campfire Headphase Francis Bebey - "Forest Nativity" - Nandolo: With Love 1963-1994
Carl Sagan - "A Glorious Dawn" - 7" Calexico - "Two Silver Trees" - Carried to Dust Honolulu Mountain Daffodils - "Hanging on the Crosses" - Guitars Of The Oceanic Undergrowth Jesu - "Losing Streak" - Opiate Sun Ruins - "Reversible Sabbath" - Everything Comes And Goes: A Tribute To Black Sabbath Jah Wobble - "Tales from Outer Space" - The Legend Lives On... Jah Wobble In Betrayal The Soul Syndicate - "Man from Shooters Hill" - Keith Hudson: Entering the Dragon The Bug vs. Soundmurderer - "Live on John Peel's Show" - [Recorded November, 2003] Moondog - "Invocation" - The Viking of Sixth Avenue 2xLP
Lydia Lunch - "A Cruise to the Moon" - Queen of Siam The Ex - "Maybe I Was the Pilot" - 7" Wipers - "Ship of Dreams" - The Power in One The Melvins - "Youth of America" - Sludge Glamorous EP [Wipers cover] Moon Duo - "Motorcycle, I Love You" - Escape EP High Speed & the Afflicted Man - "Sun Sun" - Get Stoned EZY Jackie Deshannon - "Dream" - MP3
CBGB Radio. As if the club and those who continued to celebrate it long after it stopped serving any useful function weren't already insufferable enough, we will now have to hear them brag about "daring" segues between edgy artists such as... The Ramones. And the Pixies. That sounds about as adventurous as the station that plays both The Grateful Dead... and Phish.
Sean Ross has a more informative (and forgiving) analysis on his blog.
Pictured: WPRB's floor in the old Holder Hall studios. Although not immediately evident in this photograph, there is a small civilization experiencing an iron age in that patch of gray scum on the right. (In fairness, WFMU can be just as disgusting, as is the case with just about every other independent radio station I've ever visited.) I guess there's just something about quality broadcast environments that precludes an awareness of basic hygiene, though I've yet to come across anything this gnarly at WNYC.
[Photo by Jon Solomon. Used without permission. Removal = theft.]
This article about the Jesus Lizard's recent reunion tour opens with a brilliantly accurate description of the crowd that gathered to see them at New Brunswick's fabled Court Tavern, circa 1992. The piece was penned by Sam Shiffman, whom locals will remember as Central Jersey's pre-eminent punk rock wise-ass, and frontman for Scott Hall hardcore matinee perennials P.E.D. (Post Ejaculation Depression). Never one to mince words, Sam's characterization of the criminal element drawn to the band and club at that time is nothing if not utterly succinct:
On this night, like most at the Court Tavern, the downstairs bar is filled with some of the most despicable human flotsam that I have ever seen and their assorted hangers on. We are not talking college tattoo wannabes. We are talking real Nazis, real heroin addicts and life's real losers. The obscenely obese man standing next to me smells like what I would expect an obscenely fat man to smell like. He was just shooting up in the backseat of my car ten minutes ago... and I always thought heroin addicts were supposed to be thin.
Read the rest here, then go download a goodly chunk of P.E.D.'s recorded output, now available courtesy of WFMU's Free Music Archive. Here's the mighty "NcO2 Death" to get you off and running.
As compiled by looking back through years of my WFMU playlists, coming up with a bloated list of over 100 songs that I regarded as special or just particularly good, and then recklessly paring it all down over a bottle of judgment-clouding Montepulciano d'Abruzzo. How's that for proven and trusted methodology?
It made more sense to compile a list of singular tracks, what with recent history having relegated the full length album to the dustbin of cultural relevance. There's no declaration of completeness to this rundown, nor are the songs ranked in any kind of meaningful order. Expressing a personal aesthetic through music (a practice I first honed via teenage mixtape making, and then later expanded upon as a programmer at WPRB and WFMU) continues to hold a lot of appeal for me, so in a nod to the home-crafted C-90s that once banged around the floor of my car, I've compiled the first ten songs on this list into an MP3 mix for your auditory enjoyment.
"A UB researcher has invented a statistical method that can detect
payola-like corruption in the music industry, a system that gives law
enforcement an inexpensive statistical guide to identify potential
music corruption and to better target more traditional and much more
costly hands-on evidence-gathering."
But what I want to know is, can it slip a noose around the neck of the Billboard Hot 100?
On Dec. 16, the House of Representatives passed the Local Community Radio Act (HR 1147) by voice vote. The bill would allow for the creation of hundreds, possibly thousands, of new, low power FM (LPFM) radio stations dedicated to broadcasting community news and local perspectives to neighborhoods across the country.
I know this video remix has been making the rounds for a while, but I keep watching it over and over again thinking that perhaps it will eventually stop making me weep tears of joy. I'm hardly alone in the generation that regards Carl Sagan's Cosmos as a singularly transformative TV event, so I know I'm not making any kind of epic stand with this post. But if nothing else, think of this brilliant Auto-Tune treatment as a gateway to Sagan's Pale Blue Dot—a book I'd recommend to anyone who understands that our entire existence and history may, on a cosmic scale, be no more significant than a patch of scum at the bottom of a trash bin. It's just that kind of appealingly blunt philosophizing that fills the days of current history with such wonder, right?