Demon Lovers & Gospel Truths

more iPod shuffle spookiness

2008-06-23T13:55:00.002-04:00

I'm thinking about re-tooling (emphasis on "tool") this blog to be about the spooky coincidences of the iPod Shuffle. There have been too many occurrences of similarity in transition between songs - be it lyrically or musically - for the Shuffle to be random in its selections.

The latest proof was yesterday. After playing Willie Nelson's "The Great Divide," the Shuffle followed with "Hedwig's Lament" from the soundtrack for Hedwig and the Angry Inch. The lyrics for "Lament" start like this:

I was born on the other side
of a town ripped in two
And no matter how hard I've tried
I end up black and blue

This follows a song called "The Great Divide."

iPod Shuffle KNOWS.

Eat the Document

2008-01-28T15:20:00.000-05:00

A hilarious clip from the still unreleased 1966 movie Eat the Document...

Uncle Poon's Restaurant

2008-01-08T14:37:00.000-05:00

There are so many things that make this photo funny...

iPod wit

2007-11-27T10:56:00.000-05:00

I've been startled at how seemingly smart and cognizant the "Shuffle Songs" function is on my iPod. Yesterday on the way home from work, iPod actually made me laugh (yes, I call it "iPod"). Following John Coltrane's "Acknowledgment" from A Love Supreme - a totally intense and spiritual song with Coltrane chanting the words "a love supreme" over and over again - came Samuel L. Jackson's Ezekiel 25-17 monologue from Pulp Fiction. "And you will KNOW that my name is THE LORD when I lay my VENGEANCE upon thee."

iPod is hilarious.

Félix Fénéon

2007-11-07T16:57:00.000-05:00

Luc Sante's introduction to his translation of Félix Fénéon's Novels in Three Lines includes some examples of these three-line "novels" or faits-divers. Here are a few:

Responding to a call at night, M. Sirvent, café owner of Caissargues, Gard, opened his window; a rifle shot destroyed his face.

The schoolchildren of Niort were being crowned. The chandelier fell, and the laurels of three among them were spotted with a little blood.

At five o'clock in the morning, M.P. Bouget was accosted by two men on Rue Fondary. One put out his right eye, the other his left. In Necker.

A dishwasher from Nancy, Vital Frérotte, who had just come back from Lourdes cured forever of tuberculosis, died Sunday by mistake.

Finding his daughter, 19, insufficiently austere, Jallat, watchmaker of Saint-Étienne, killed her. It is true that he has eleven children left.

These brief striking and grotesque pieces are comparable and bear a strong resemblance to the song summaries that Harry Smith created for each song he included in his Anthology of American Folk Music. A few examples:

For "King Kong Kitchie Kitchie Ki-Me-O" (a version of "Froggie Went A-Courtin'") - Zoologic miscegeny achieved in mouse frog nuptuals, relatives approve.

For "Ommie Wise" - Greedy girl goes to Adams Spring with liar; lives just long enough to regret it.

For "Kassie Jones" - Crack engineer Jones in fatal collision. Knew Alice Fry. Wife recalls symbolic dream, later consoles children.

For "Old Shoes and Leggins" - Mother hospitable, but girls find shoddy oldster's actions perverse.

Works by both of these writers show a flair for the newspaper headline, but also demonstrate how these one-liners can convey the universe working through self-imposed restrictions.

"Don't swallow, Bill Murray"

2007-10-09T16:02:00.000-04:00

Great scene from Jim Jarmusch's Coffee & Cigarettes:

More Creep Juice

2007-10-05T15:54:00.000-04:00

This toothless drifter was outside my office window making notes.

Leg Found in Smoker

2007-09-28T15:40:00.000-04:00

Talk about old, weird America...

N.C. Man Talks After Someone Finds His Foot In A Smoker

Thursday, Sep 27, 2007 - 12:34 PM Updated: 01:01 PM

By Carrie Davis

John Wood takes to the driving range at Furman University's golf course. The amputee is in the Upstate to raise money for Roger. C. Peace Hospital-Rehabilitation. He lost his leg three years ago in a plane crash and he says that's just one of the many hurdles life has thrown at him. Wood says, "I have had a hard life this is my second plane crash. I have been in two plane crashes, shot, run over by a state dump truck, electrocuted. I have been through a lot."

John has a good attitude, but with that track record something else was bound to happen.

That's where Shannon Whisnant comes in. He bought John's old smoker at auction when john failed to pay the rent on a storage unit, but what Shannon Whisnant didn't buy was the surprise inside. When he saw it he immediately called 911.

Disptach: "What's the problem there?"

Caller: "I got a human foot."

Disptach: "Have a what?"

Caller: "A human left foot."

Disptach: "What's your name?"

Caller: "My name is Shannon Whisnant and its plum nasty got me grossed out."

That's right, in the smoker was John's old foot and part of his leg. The question is why? Wood claims, "I had some spiritual beliefs that I wanted to be cremated whole, so I had my leg preserved. I hate it for everybody I told them not to go in there after that leg you know."

So what happened to the lost limb? Whisnant says he wants to make the most of his money. Shannon Whisnant says, "I thought about pursuing the foot just as a conversation piece religious or not put it in an air tight box with a glass window on it."

Of course John hopes he'll get his body part back. Wood says, "I asked the police department when they called me and told me that my leg was sold at public auction and I asked the police department that called me its not on impound is it? "

The police in Maidan, North Carolina say they do plan to give John his leg back.

Old Weird Harry

2007-05-03T09:56:00.000-04:00

Here's Harry Smith, the compiler of the Anthology of American Folk Music. This man could tell you what county you were from based on the version of "Barbara Allen" you knew...

Heroic

2007-04-17T11:00:00.000-04:00

"Songs are supposed to be heroic enough to give the illusion of stopping time." - Bob Dylan, 1985

Louie Louie

2007-04-09T09:49:00.000-04:00

This You Tube clip claims to be the true lyrics to Louie Louie. Sure, whatever. The song, of course, is terrific, but the the video text here is so laughably simple that it seems to be commenting on this laughably simple/brilliant song.

The Golden Age

2007-03-21T14:11:00.000-04:00

The following in an excerpt from W.B. Yeats's story The Golden Age:

A man got into the carriage and began to play on a fiddle made apparently of an old blacking-box, and though I am quite unmusical the sounds filled me with the strangest emotions. I seemed to hear a voice of lamentation out of the Golden Age. It told me that we are imperfect, incomplete, and no more like a beautiful woven web, but like a bundle of cords knotted together and flung into a comer. It said that the world was once all perfect and kindly, and that still the kindly and perfect world existed, but buried like a mass of roses under many spadefuls of earth. The faeries and the more innocent of the spirits dwelt within it, and lamented over our fallen world in the lamentation of the wind-tossed reeds, in the song of the birds, in the moan of the waves, and in the sweet cry of the fiddle. It said that with us the beautiful are not clever and the clever are not beautiful, and that the best of our moments are marred by a little vulgarity, or by a pin-prick out of sad recollection, and that the fiddle must ever lament about it all. It said that if only they who live in the Golden Age could die we might be happy, for the sad voices would be still; but alas! alas! they must sing and we must weep until the Eternal gates swing open.

God Bless Chris Rock

2007-03-16T12:13:00.001-04:00

Salon quoted (and now Saturday Night Live) Chris Rock that the country may be ready for Barack Obama in the White House, "Is America ready for an African American president? I say, why not. We just had a retarded president!"

One More Story of the Sea

2007-03-15T19:14:00.000-04:00

A postscript to the compilation Stories of the Sea is this track from that old sea dog Bonnie "Prince" Billy. Billy once released an entire record of instrumental sea chanteys. He returns to the sea for inspiration time and again.

This song comes from a performance in Scotland (I believe) combining Is It the Sea? with My Home is the Sea to create a haunting and triumphant tale and sound. It's worth the time to download and listen. Download here.

Creep Juice

2007-03-09T15:25:00.000-05:00

This week I traveled to Raleigh for a conference and visited the North Carolina Museum of Art for the first time. A number of memorable works from Joseph Cornell, Ed Ruscha, Daisy Youngblood and much more.

Though I've never been an enormous fan of Andrew Wyeth, this painting's enduring creepiness continues to haunt me. From the ghostly images in the upper left window to sheet pushed out of the upper right window looking like the head of a crazed ram, it's damned spooky. What doesn't translate in this scanned image is the placid water in the can in the foreground of the painting and the clothesline dividing the image in two.

The Geography of Sound

2007-01-17T16:21:00.000-05:00

The following is an excerpt from a lecture titled The Geography of Sound by David Thomas, the former leader of the band Pere Ubu:

Ike Turner's Rocket 88 from 1951, frequently cited as the first out n out rock n roll recording, is about a car and a car is about space. The car is a form of poetic meter, only suburbanites and soccer moms think of it as transportation. A windshield frames the Big Out There in wide-screen, cinemascopic proportions while the car has a radio that frames a broadcast signal which in turn frames a recording which is in itself a complex of frames within frames, wheels within wheels, and all the while you yourself in either of the heavily symbolic roles of Driver or Passenger are navigating across a no-doubt wacked landscape from within this resonating soundscape frame-container and all the scales are fracturing very artistically and the gyroscope of your sixth body sense is flipping around getting pleasantly confused as to what exactly is the distinction between internal and external geographies... and that's what they used to call "Cruising." And in Old America the real artists did not work with marble or paint or even cine film, the real artist was a slob with a pint of oil and a set of spark plug wrenches.

Howlin' Wolf

2006-12-08T18:32:00.000-05:00

Producer Sam Phillips said upon first hearing Howlin' Wolf's music: "This is for me. This is where the soul of man never dies."

Seas of the Mind

2006-11-30T19:17:00.000-05:00

Joseph Cornell's early collage Untitled (Schooner) is a remarkable image hinting at his later masterful (and slightly precious) handmade box collage creations using junk and ephemera gathered from his wanderings among junk and old book stores in Manhattan.

It recalls a piece by Tennessee artist Andrew Saftel, a mixed media sculpture called Past Away. Another mysterious creation hinting at the child-like desire to explore one's dreams on a boat made by whatever materials are on-hand.

Or Saftel's ship could be Sir Francis Drake's galleon discovered in the middle of the jungle by Jose Arcadio Buendia in Gabriel Garcia Marquez's circular time narrative One Hundred Years of Solitude. Marquez is also creating by using the materials on-hand by using the Drake galleon as a way to re-create his home in the dreamland of One Hundred Years of Solitude.

Deep Blues

2006-11-20T21:27:00.000-05:00

W.C. Handy first heard the blues on a train platform in Tutwiler, MS in 1903. Handy called it the "weirdest music I had ever heard." He heard a mysterious man accompany himself on the guitar and repeat the line "Goin' where the Southern cross the Yellow Dog." South of Tutwiler, the tracks of the Yazoo & Mississippi Valley Railroad - known as the Yellow Dog - crosses the tracks of the Southern in Moorehead (modern photos here). All this can be found in Robert Palmer's book Deep Blues.

In 1966, Bob Dylan recorded "Absolutely Sweet Marie" in Nashville and released on Blonde on Blonde. This song includes the line: "And now I stand here looking at your yellow railroad / In the ruins of your balcony." A line that Dylan once said was "not a lie."

In 2006, Dylan recorded the song "Nettie Moore" and released it on Modern Times. It includes the line: "I've gone where the Southern crosses the Yellow Dog / Get away from all these demagogues."

Yellow railroads, yellow dogs and lots of weird music.

Dead Snake

2006-10-11T19:02:00.000-04:00

The following quotation by Stephen Crane was found in a Luc Sante piece in the New York Review of Books:

"An artist, I think, is nothing but a powerful memory that can move itself through certain experiences sideways and every artist must be in some things powerless as a dead snake."

A line filled with mystery and force. The image of the snake in the second half of the sentence coils back to the first half as one envisions an artist moving sideways snake-like through collected memories sorting motivations and impulses while lacking the ability to change outcomes or determinations of a lifeless reptile.

Sante says that this line from Crane is quoted by John Berryman.

Two Up

2006-10-02T11:34:00.000-04:00

Two recent music purchases: John Coltrane's One Up, One Down: Live at the Half Note and Yo La Tengo's I Am Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass (the title supposedly comes from a comment from Knick Kurt Thomas to fellow Knick and all-around prick Stephon Marbury). The Coltrane set is phenomenal especially the title track. 27 minutes long, Coltrane and drummer Elvin Jones (Best. Drummer. Ever.) engage on an extended duet that find both stretching towards the heavens like two half-crazed prophets. The recordings come from a radio broadcast that only provide a snippet of the actual set and realizing that the 27 minute-long song is actually 45 minutes in length in the actual performance. That's a pretty good sermon length.

Yo La Tengo's latest disc finds the band returning to their find-the-influence game shifting from extended feedback-driven guitar workout to white man soul. Many found their last record Summer Sun to be too singular in sound, so this hodgepodge collection may be a response. On first listen, the energy is there and the songwriting is as strong as ever. There are a few clinkers, but most of all, a celebration on the joy of creating music. (Download two samples here.)

White and Nerdy

2006-09-22T15:06:00.000-04:00

Genius...

Dawg Kickin'

2006-09-14T08:04:00.000-04:00

In 1967, Bob Dylan had retreated from public life to family life in Woodstock, NY. Living out his dreams of a house, wife, kids and a white picket fence, Dylan still had time for music. With The Band, he recorded a body of music called The Basement Tapes filled with sea chanteys, rockabilly rave-ups, chain gang songs, traditional folk tunes, Chicago blues, original songs and all things in between. The music and legacy of The Basement Tapes have been thoroughly examined in a number of places especially Greil Marcus’s Invisible Republic.

One song that always stood out was “You Gotta Quit Kickin’ My Dog” around (download here). You can hear Dylan start to show The Band how to play the song and they latch onto it and create a wild and hilarious call-and-response tune. It’s almost a shaggy dog story as the singer becomes less concerned about his poor dog than about telling his friends about it.

This performance is both ridiculous and compelling. The history of this song is just as compelling and ridiculous. From one internet source:

"According to Alan Lomax: Some say 'The Hound Dawg Song,' a favourite Ozark mountain song, originated before the Civil War, when a country boy named Zeke Parish had a tussle with a townie, who had kicked his dog. Old Aaron Weatherman, Swan Post Office, Taney County, Missouri, concurs -- 'I was there and knowed Zeke and his paw and the hound, too.' Some of his neighbors laugh at old Zeke and say that 'The Hound Dawg Song' is a recently composed piece, while others swear that Daniel Boone brought the song to Missouri."

The song was adopted as a theme song for Missouri Congressman James Beauchamp “Champ” Clark’s campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination in 1912. Clark went into 1912 Democratic convention with a clear lead amongst the delegates, but could never secure the two-thirds votes of the delegates necessary for nomination. Eventually, a deal was cut making Woodrow Wilson, the Democratic nominee and, with the Republican party split between Taft and Teddy Roosevelt, the presidency. No President Champ Clark. No “You Gotta Quit Kickin’ My Dog Around” playing at his inauguration.

The song was eventually recorded by Byron G. Harlan in 1912 as “They Gotta Quit Kickin’ My Dog Around” (download here) and Gid Tanner and His Skillet Lickers scored a hit with the song in 1926 as “Ya Gotta Quit Kickin’ My Dog Aroun’” (download here).

The story seemed to end here. Until last spring Bob Dylan started DJing a radio show for XM Satellite Radio called Theme Time Radio Hour, each week playing songs following a certain theme. These shows exhibit Dylan’s playful side as well as his deep love of American music playing long-forgotten songs.

On Episode 16, the theme for Dylan’s show was “Dogs,” and he played a track by Rufus Thomas. Thomas was an R&B singer based in Memphis and who recorded for the famed Stax Record label. The song is “Stop Kickin’ My Dog Around” (download here with Dylan’s commentary before and after). Rufus Thomas scored a hit in 1963 with “Walking the Dog” and followed that with many other dog songs including “Can Your Monkey Do the Dog” and “Can’t Get Away From This Dog.” Hearing Thomas’s version, you hear Dylan’s inspiration for the Basement Tapes version, especially because of the wailing background voices.

“You Gotta Quit Kickin’ My Dog” is a silly song. A ditty. A throwaway. Except that different generations of performers - black and white, urban and rural - keep finding something in it. The adventure of this song reflects the peculiarities and joy that is American music.

Every time I come to town
The boys keep kickin’ my dawg around;
Makes no difference if he is a hound,
They’ve got to quit kickin’ my dawg around.

Old Weird American

2006-09-11T22:45:00.000-04:00

Harry Smith is mostly known for as the creator and curator of the highly influential box-of-wonders, the Anthology of American Folk Music. Released in 1952, this collection of tunes from the 1920s and 30s unleashed many secret recordings by Bascombe Lamar Lunsford, Richard "Rabbit" Brown and the Masked Marvel (a pseudonym of Charley Patton's) to an American public who had mostly forgotten this other America. It's since been re-released on CD by the Smithsonian and once again reminding us about this alternative America.Harry, besides being an exhaustive collector of old records and a repository of biographical and historical knowledge about old songs and musicians, was an accomplished avant garde filmmaker. Experiementing with painting straight on to film, here's a look at some "early abstractions" of Harry's from 1946-57...

Modern Times

2006-08-31T07:52:00.000-04:00

Modern Times, Bob Dylan's latest work of original songs, was released on Tuesday, August 29th. Dylan's last record, Love and Theft, was released on September 11, 2001, making the apocolyptic overtones of some the lines all the more spooky. But as one critic said, when you've been singing about the ends of days for 40 years sooner or later you're going to be right.

Modern Times feels like a natural progression from Love and Theft. Both were produced by Dylan under the pseudonym Jack Frost. Unlike the sea change of tone and sound between 1997's Time Out of Mind and Love and Theft, there's nothing unexpected musically about Modern Times: Chicago blues riffs, Hoagy Carmichael chord progressions and long ballads. Modern Times was recorded with Dylan's touring band, who provide a steady and professional backing lacking some of the urgency of Love and Theft. The emphasis of the record on Dylan's singing.

Dylan's voice - mocked by clever 6th graders and 50 year old librarians alike - has evolved into quite an instrument. On "Someday Baby," Dylan occassionaly whispers lines in a higher register giving the impression that he can barely utter the words of spite: "Well you take my money and you turn it out / You fill me up with nothin' but self doubt / Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more." Dylan has learned when to growl, when to wail, and when to whisper.

But the utter joy of Modern Times as with all of Dylan's recent material in this grand stage of his career including the memoir Chronicles is the wonderful one liners. No one writes with more wit and beauty as Bob Dylan. He's also a bit of a salty dog. A sampling:

"I got the porkchops, she got the pie / She ain't no angel and neither am I"
"They brag about your sugar / Brag about it all over town / Put some sugar in my bowl I feel like laying down."
"You think I'm over the hill / You think I'm past my prime / Let me see what you got / We can have a whoppin' good time."
"When I was young, driving was my crave / You drive me so hard, almost to the grave."

There's lots more to say about Modern Times, but listening to it after reading a few reviews, one notices how lazy and repetitive these reviewers are. Some repetitions: "Thunder on the Mountain" is a Chuck Berry-like song, the drummer uses brushes instead of sticks throughout, and Modern Times is the third part of a trilogy of records starting with Time Out of Mind and continuing through Love and Theft. All of these statements can be easily called into question, but reviewers repeat them like seagulls bleating in unison at the beach.

summer reading

2006-08-30T16:45:00.000-04:00

Asked about his summer reading, President Bush told NBC's Brian Williams: "I was in Crawford and I said I was looking for a book to read, and Laura said, 'You oughtta try Camus.' I also read three Shakespears."

Thin Wild Mercury Sound

2006-08-28T10:21:00.000-04:00

Here's an excerpt from an interview with Dylan talking about his ideal sound.

'It’s that thin, that wild mercury sound. It’s metallic and bright gold, with whatever that conjures up. That’s my particular sound.

Was that wild mercury sound in “I Want You”?
Yeah, it was in “I Want You.” It was in a lot of that stuff. It was in the album before that, too.

“Highway 61 Revisited”?
Yeah. Also in “Bringing It All Back Home.” That’s the sound I’ve always heard. . . .

The period when you came out with “Highway 61” must have been exciting.
Those were exciting times. We were doing it before anybody knew we would—or could. We didn’t know what it was going to turn out to be. Nobody thought of it as folk-rock at the time. There were some people involved in it like The Byrds, and I remember Sonny and Cher and the Turtles and the early Rascals. It began coming out on the radio. I mean, I had a couple of hits in a row. That was the most I ever had in a row—two. The top ten was filled with that kind of sound—the Beatles, too—and it was exciting, those days were exciting. It was the sound of the streets. It still is. I symbolically hear that sound wherever I am.

You hear the sound of the street?
That ethereal twilight light, you know. It’s the sound of the street with the sunrays, the sun shining down at a particular time, on a particular type of building. A particular type of people walking on a particular type of street. It’s an outdoor sound that drifts even into open windows that you can hear. The sound of bells and distant railroad trains and arguments in apartment buildings and the clinking of silverware and knives and forks and beating with leather straps. It’s all—it’s all there. Just lack of a jackhammer, you know.

You mean if a jackhammer were—
Yeah, no jackhammer sounds, no airplane sounds. All pretty natural sounds. It’s water, you know water trickling down a brook. It’s light flowing through the . . .

Late-afternoon light?
No, it’s usually the crack of dawn. Music filters out to me in the crack of dawn.

The “jingle jangle morning”?
Right.'

The "thin wild mercury sound" has been quoted extensively when discussing the sound of Dylan's music, but that longer reflection with the "sound of bells and distant railroad trains" is quite beautiful.

Modern Times, Dylan's latest record of new material, will be released on Tuesday.

Down by the Riverside

2006-08-25T12:14:00.000-04:00

Here's a clip of Sister Rosetta Tharpe performing "Down by the Riverside." Not to be missed. And then play it again:

Big Abyss

2006-08-23T22:24:00.000-04:00

I just finished reading Hellfire, Nick Tosches's biography of Jerry Lee Lewis. Jerry Lee once said that there are only four distinct stylists in American music: Al Jolson, Jimmie Rodgers, Hank Williams, and Jerry Lee Lewis. Tosches said that he had two inspirations for Hellfire: the King James Bible and William Faulkner. There can be no better subject for a biography than Jerry Lee Lewis showing his constant wavering between the Assembly of God and the devil's music. Tosches traces Jerry Lee's ancestry back to 1803 and depicts Jerry Lee's childhood friendship with his first cousin Jimmy Lee Swaggart. Hellfire was published in 1982, so Tosches misses the opportunity to write about the mysterious deaths of at least two of Jerry Lee's wives in the 80s and 90s.

An interviewer once commented that Hellfire shows Jerry Lee roaming the Earth and facing the abyss. Tosches replied, "It's the way we all live. Shallow life, shallow ditch. Big life, big abyss."

2006-08-21T22:11:00.000-04:00

Not sure if Charley Jordan's song "Keep It Clean" is actually dirty, but Charley tells us how to keep it clean. An easy-going blues with a sweet touch, this song exemplifies the good times of 1920s blues music.

"Ride him over;
Give him Coca-Cola,
Lemon soda,
Sauce of ice cream.
It takes soap n' water,
For to keep it clean."

Here's a link to a free (and legal) download of "Keep It Clean" from the Internet Archive:

http://www.archive.org/details/KeepItClean

In the beginning

2006-08-15T22:15:00.000-04:00

The title of this blog is taken from a passage from Bob Dylan's 2004 memoir Chronicles. Here he is reflecting about the world of folk music:

"I had already landed in a parallel universe with more archaic principles and values; one where actions and virtues were old style and judgmental things came falling out on their heads. A culture with outlaw women, super thugs, demon lovers, and gospel truths...streets and valleys, rich peaty swamps, with landowners and oilmen, Stagger Lees, Pretty Pollys and John Henrys--an invisible world that towered overhead with walls of gleaming corridors."

A beautiful rumination about the world of the imagination. No further thesis or mission statement is really necessary besides remembering the tag line from the modern rock station in Winston-Salem, NC during the mid-90s; this blog will be all about "cool stuff that rocks."