15th August 2005

No more “Itsy Bitsy Spider”

Madame Levy shares her experience at La Route de Rock or whatever TF it was called…  she’s all like,

"…the sight of
a bunch of cadaverous palefaces who did not move a centimeter while Gaelle was

throwing down an incredibly inspired extended solo, well, let’s just say it
pains me. Sheep fuckers. (No wonder they turned over for the Germans.) And people, I am rude, strong language
advisory and shit. I’m not going to be
doing WheelsOnTheBus anytime soon."

and,

"The one saving grace that
I have is that I am still a fan. Music
is still a mystery to me. And in the end
it’s all about praising if you know what I mean. An attempt to reach
all that is. When I go to see/hear music I don’t hold
back. Recently I went to see some gypsy
music in a village not too far from here. These guys were fucking
amazing. There were probably 40 people in the crowd and of course it
was me
yelling the loudest. TFM gets
embarrassed but you can’t let that be no problem."

I think you gotta gop read it, and the last week’s posts.

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12th August 2005

Leslie Winer (USA)

Not since I gave the Rude Boys’ drummer my "Meet the Residents" vinyl have I been so interested in how a performance was taken.  It’s over by now.  I’m sure she did great.  Oooo, grand-mere!  What trip-hoppy eyes you have!

08.08.2005
L’icône américaine Leslie Winer jouera au Palais du Grand Large le vendredi 12 août, elle sera accompagnée par le guitariste Christophe Van Huffel (Tanger) et la percussioniste Gaëlle Salomon. Figure emblématique de l’underground new-yorkais et parisien  des années 80, l’ancienne mannequin a réalisé un seul album Witch en 91, à la fois sombre, charnel et hypnotique qui lui a valu d’être surnommée "la grand-mère du
    trip-hop" par le NME.

 

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11th August 2005

They Marched Into Sunlight

Guest Post
(an email from Professor Peter S. Hoff, University of Maine, blogged with permission)

Dear Friends,

Most of you are probably way ahead of me in discovering David Maraniss’s magnificent book, They Marched into Sunlight, as I did last spring.  It should speak to all Americans about the cultural and historical watershed that was Viet Nam and the Sixties.  But it must speak especially poignantly to those who lived Viet Nam and who lived the upheaval on campuses like Madison.

For those who know Madison intimately, Maraniss’s book brings that era there to life again in the most vivid way imaginable.  As he moves groups and even crowds from Sellery Hall to the Union, up Langdon Street, and of course to Bascom Hill and the Commerce Building, the smell of autumn leaves–and tear gas–comes alive.

And yet never does the college scene and the protest movement appear to be so romanticized that it eclipses the tragedy halfway around the world.  The narration and character exposition is almost novelistic as Maraniss develops and interweaves the two stories–plus one inside the administration in Washington. The stories themselves are developed from extensive interviewing, not only of former troops, students, and administrators, but even former Vietnamese commanders.  This is one of those rare books that I was unable to put down and read straight through.

The insights into administrative leadership challenges were also enlightening–both for brilliant strokes like Robben Fleming’s bailing out protesters with a personal check, and of course for blunders rendered obvious by hindsight.

I was so taken by They Marched into Sunlight that I will be using it to set the scene for a course in the Academic Novel, where I have selected books that all speak to the ways that higher education has changed because of the Civil Rights and Viet Nam eras:  David Lodge’s Changing Places, Steven King’s Hearts in Atlantis, Richard Russo’s Straight Man, Philip Roth’s The Human Stain, and Tom Wolfe’s I Am Charlotte Simmons.

I just wanted to alert you to Maraniss’s book in case it had somehow eluded your attention, as it did mine for a couple of years.  Maraniss has also written biographies of Bill Clinton and Vince Lombardi.  He comes from a Madison family, where his father was an editor of the Capital Times.  He himself is an associate editor of the Washington Post.

Enjoy!

Peter Hoff

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10th August 2005

Sausage

Saussure, give me a sign…

da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
da-da-da-da-doo
Mr. Sandman…
say me adieu
just like the happy doggy rolling in poo

What if every hack writer in the world was required to read his work aloud?  How would that sound?  What cacaphonous giggle-meat would be rendered from that grinder?

Let’s consider Lacan, the shrink, a prioneer - sure that’s a typo but there’s creative leverage there….  The prioneer in this mad meat messiness gains a perspective by stilt walking.  A psychoanalyst, his discipline lacks form, lacks substance, the other prioneers in the field are still breathing, laying down a foundation built on interesting bits about mythology, mothers and denial of the seriousness of their own substance abuse.

Or to put it another way… (why create when one can borrow…)  check this out:

Parfoom

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6th August 2005

Many a Slip…

Charles Stross, in "The Family Trade" (page 80)

"Miriam’s house was full of books. Right now, a dog-eared copy of The Cluetrain Manifesto lay facedown at one side of the step immediately below the landing. It was precisely as cold as the carpet it lay on, so to the night-vision goggles it was almost invisible.  …the fourth [intruder] placed his right foot on it, and the effect was as dramatic as if it had been a banana skin."

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4th August 2005

Moby who?

The MobyLives / Melville House Intergalactic World Headquarters is located in Hobken, New Jersey.

Thanks a million to Madame Levy for pointing to it.  Waiiiit a minnit… what the?   They have THE SAME INITIALS.  Madame Levy.  Moby Lives.  What are the odds?  I leave you to ponder these and other questions of moment while I am off to ogle girls in boots and light summer dresses.

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2nd August 2005

Bulwer-Lytton for real

When Detective Riggs was called to investigate the theft of a
trainload of Native American fish broth concentrate bound for market,
he solved the case almost immediately, being that the trail of clues
led straight to the trainmaster, who had both the locomotive and the
Hopi tuna tea.

While the otters linger languidly off the Monterey coast, cracking the occasional abalone wise, and the swallows perch bored in the long hot days of summer in San Juan Capistrano wondering - really - why had they made the trip this year, the English faculty at San Jose State University work long hours each year to adjudicate one of the most perverse indoor sports known to man, the Bulwer-Lytton fiction contest. 

The quote about the locomotive and the Hopi tuna tea is this years runner up.   Thanks to Norm for letting us know yesterday that the results are finally in.

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31st July 2005

Old School

Sometimes you run across something on the internets that must be shared.  So it is with Old School Hiphop.

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