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my friend asked me to make her a jogging mix so i decided to put it up here. these images in my head were the only things i had to go on as far as a theme was concerned.




my life, age 1-18, my pink lungs were bombarded with freeway dust on the way to and from home/school/music classes/activity/ etc.


all along the highways of the greater downtown area; 110, 101, 5, & 10 there were these bizarre murals of runners and joggers fleeing from god knows what that would give them the idea to run directly into traffic.


some of these murals turned out to be done for the 1984 Olympics in an attempt to make the city more presentable to the visiting world. the most bizarre was done for the 1994 L.A. marathon, the theme, 'L.A. Marathon in 2026'. naturally, the extreme conditions of the freeways and the unavoidable 'tagger situation' let these murals turn even more bizarre.





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The simple things

It's the simplicity of this one I like the most about it. They were huge in Japan. Let's jumble things up a little bit and put Rick on a not-Japanese cityscape doing a kung fu kick, and put the word 'Samurai' on there in the off chance someone might mistake him for Godzilla taking over a city. this is complicated

are you a lizard from outer space and have you tasted human flesh?

more great bootleg artwork

split in twain. a froth of digestive love issued forth

well the thing here is....

this day in unfortunate bootleg album cover history

aggrolentine

i wonder who would win in a fight. The Glimmer Twins or The Volume Dealers?

Winter Winds

Mixtape #3: Vinter Vinds



P.E. Hewitt Jazz Ensemble-I'm Wondering Why
Mingus-inspired rave-up from San Francisco bandleader. This cut burns hot like an unfiltered Lucky Strike dipped in LSD. Reminds me of Archie Shepp's endeavors into soul from the 70s.

Helios Creed-Blood Red
More hotness from Admiral Space Punk First Class. I could never really hang with the later Chrome LPs, but somehow this solo record gets me going a little hotter. It's got more of that cutthroat chooglin' under-beat that all but disappeared from Chrome's later output.

The Enemy Within (Featuring Peter Green)-Eprom Song
The story of Peter Green isn't that unique, but this 80s project he got involved in has got to be one of the most inaccessible outputs from that group of 60s dudes who lost their shit at some point. He's on some serious midi-Beefheart trip that nothing in his past could have forewarned you of.

Do It Yourself Orchestra- Motor Jungle
More library synth-soup boogie from France. I'm noticing that this mix has a lot of boogie in it.

Dire Straits-Six Blade Knife
Chill out. Dire Straits is good. This song grooves. It's got a groove. It doesn't resolve to the 5 in an ordinary way. That's always classy.

David Novick - Baking Shadows
Former Residual Echo and currently of SF Watercooler, Dave's stuff never ceases to boggle my mind. An incredibly odd approach to melody that always seems to work. It's almost as if he's playing everything backwards. He's channeling some R. Stevie Moore ether on this one.

Johnny Hash-Rat Pedal
2 dudes from one of the 1,000 Mick Collins post-Gories projects, The Screws, banging it out on this B-side from In The Red.

Jon Wayne-Is That Justice
"Look out Modesto". Some claim that this is the Butthole Surfers. I have no idea who it is, but like the Surfers it is clearly fucked and a not-so-secret influence on the Country Teasers' sound. This whole record is just wonderful entertainment from start to end.

Little Buster-All Night Worker
This Long Island native R&B singer/instrumentalist made his mark as the guitarist in Alan 'rock and roll' Freed's stage reviews. He had no problem stepping out front to take care of vocal duties, and we're very grateful for that, aren't we?

Veniece Stalks-Yesterday Man
A 60s obscurist's wet dream of a pop-soul jam, Veniece Stalks was a model-turned-singer and released only a pair of sides for Hi Records in the 60s. Here's the flip to one of them.

Nicodemus-Me And Suzie
Suck rock loner-ism. I think this guy gets called biker rock cos he has a beard.

Maria Katira / Manos Hatzidakis-11 Nocturne for Two Voices
From one of my favorite soundtracks to one of my favorite movies, "Sweet Movie". Composed by Manos Hatzidakis, this cut features the vocals of Maria Katira & Ann Lonnberg.

Bob Dylan-Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You
One of his most straightforward tunes. This guy must've been a real sweetheart. Also worth hearing is the Live Rolling Thunder version. I will say no more.

Minutemen-Sell Or Be Sold
I don't know what it is about red wine but it helps me write these things a lot easierlylismist.

Equals-I'M Gonna Dance All Night
Some serious cat-scream intensity coming from Derv Gordon & Eddy Grant on this one. Listening to the Equals always makes me wish there could have been more black rock acts during the 60s.

M. Ashraf / Nahid Akhtar-Too Ney Kaha
Some call & response insanity from the world of Bollywood.

Sun City Girls-Back Stabbers
None other than the O'Jays tune. This is from the Cloaven Cassette 'To Cover Up Your Right To Live' from the 80s.

TV Personalities-Closer To God
Pure pap. Sell out.

A Generic Life

cigarette smoking cessation; my cure for the pangs associated: peanut butter and jelly, pink drink, and "Five Easy Pieces" on Netflix.

most consumables I purchase are the generic brands. i'm sure there is someone collecting data like this at Ralphs Market and Walgreens headquarters to keep track of what kind of products I and others spend. I just can't tell the difference between Kroger pink drink and Pepto pink drink. they both taste the same and one is usually cheaper. however the Ralphs brand 'Just Fruit' jelly has no big name counterpart. a low price and no added sugars make it my jelly of choice.

my favorite headline of the week

Mexican Drug Lords Importing Beauty Queens

i like dogs and i vote

i got to meet the 93-94 roster of the Clippers when i was younger thanks to one of my neighbors knowing Ron Harper. what i can remember was that it was some type of meet and greet, physical fitness, Schwarzenegger-style pep talk from the team. sponsored by Nestle no less, as I remember taking home free Crunch bars. I was more interested in chocolate that day. anytits, that was one of the worst seasons in NBA history, and THE worst in attendance. (stats here http://www.basketball-reference.com/teams/LAC/1996.html)
it's great to see them with a fire in their eye lately. go Clips.

this day in unfortunate album cover history

hump day

prince of tides

Oil Slick

I finally started checking out the Airplane's off shoot/solo/side projects about 2 years ago, starting with Hot Tuna and graciously leaving it there. Jorma is one of the best guitarists to come out of California, and I stubbornly stuck to his recordings, until a few months ago when I held my breath and bought Grace Slick's 'Manhole' and Jefferson Starship's 'Red Octopus'. Chalk it up to my affinity for Mizz Slick's pipes. I couldn't ignore all that stuff in between 'Eat Starch Mom' & 'We Built This City'. that's a decent sized gap. maybe i'll go through all of these releases some day, maybe not, probably not.
i'm gonna stick to 'Manhole' for this post.
the LP kicks things off with 'Jay', a wordless mumble-chant invocation laid over a nimble-fingered flight of fancy courtesy of Jorma's baby brother Peter. it's not unlike an unwritten improvised version of 'Battle of Evermore'.
'Theme From Manhole' is a great slow burner to get things sizzling. Slick's classic warbling is right up front, her exclamations in Spanish might turn some listeners off, but she kills that jive once the brass and strings come in(don't worry it returns later on). stuffed full of tempo/mood/color changes, this 15 minute sprawler works best on headphones. the real winners here are the majesty of Steven Schuster's arrangement for the LSO!, and Ron Carter's double bass; thankfully he doesn't get lost in the mix.
no pop singer in today's headfuck music biz would make an album this inaccessible. the Airplane's time had clearly come and gone by 1974, but Slick was still a benchmark pinko hippie groove momma for many a rock and roll fan...if not THE P.H.G.M. at that time(her successor, Stevie Nicks was yet to appear in white frilly garb, twirling ad nauseum to "gold dust woman" for the millions to move to). the song climaxes with David Crosby's harmonies/symphony/Craig Chaquico's molten stock leads, with Slick chanting 'She wants to run, give her the sun' ...a big wallop of a crescendo.
the 2nd side is of little or no consequence until the last song 'Epic no. 38'. warning! beware the sound of bagpipes. i know they're out there, bagpipe haters skip this altogether. i on the other hand can't imagine a world without bagpipes. this cut has a lot going on in it; the LSO is back but beefed up with 8 or so bagpipes players, Quicksilver's David Freiberg and P. Kantner step up with Slick in unison on lead vocals...Slick cums her demon liquid out all over the studio floor and Chaquico's licks are slobbering all over the substance, he's almost honking and snorting, hornking and snotting, snorking and hotting.
i can see this record as an experiment by the band to see what would happen if they gave Grace the cover and album credit for what was probably a group effort, they could've done it with any of the LPs they were putting out at the time, the one noticeable difference about this record is the suppression of the rock idiom's primary vehicle for aural enticement-the electric guitar. there are very few moments of phallic fretboard finesse and maybe that's how they tried to give it a more feminine spin: cutting down all of those cocks. or maybe Slick was the one in charge...she's tops on my list.

i am data

A dead junkie's girlfriend is the stepdaughter of a powerful politician from an influential New York family,




Bring me a fine diamonds

one man's trash...

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gruntler gruckt NEW GAME! jerry garcia's toilet

s,ok, after our latest pitchfork review, (thas right I's got tew!), i decided to indulge in the glorification of self-gratification-via-'lectric'radioactive-talk-tubes and gently nuzzle my now-cracked-ego-by-means-of-castigation-via-technocratic-thought-bullies by googling the band name. i hadn't done this in a while. i changed it up this and did an image search for 'residual echoes dead head'




these are some of my favorite photos that popped up
make up captions if you like!






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