Work tapes for a song I made for my roommate David's annual Christmas compilation. Lockett also made a song, as well as David and Colin's band Hollow Stars and a bunch of other rad people. I think David is releasing it in the next few days.
In the fall of 1974 Tommy's Parents bought a 4-track Reel to Reel machine. Henry, his friend and a aspiring songwriter who also had good grass connections, convinced Tommy to form a band with him. The main reason for this was to gain access to the reel-to-reel, although Henry was also somewhat intrigued by the build-your-own synthesizer kit Tommy had recently acquired.
Henry had been dating a boy named Sue. We politely called her "her" although she was born with both sets of privates. Henry always joked he had found the jackpot and we politely high-fived him, giving each other sideways glances. When he insisted to Tommy that she join the group, Tommy was reluctant. The issue was resolved upon the appearance of four valiums that appeared in an envelope in his locker with a girl/boy's handwriting addressed to him.
Sue brought with her Pat, whom nobody knew nothing about. Even its gender cannot be recalled now. Pat played a Teisco bass through a wood paneled cabinet. He/She once requested the stage-name of Depth Charge.
Tommy's little sister Anne insisted on playing drums. She was quick to remind Tommy that his "no-girls-allowed" policy was now demolished with the presence of Sue. She also threatened to tell his parents about the valium.
Tommy now recalls driving to Tommy and Anne's house on a snowy evening in April, 1975 to record this, one of three total songs committed to tape by the band. He drove his Mom's Volvo and the moonlight shined on the broken leather with the foam showing in the backseat. There was a book of constellations laying in the floorboard. Tommy was supposed have been doing his astronomy homework that night.
His only memories of the evening are that the snare drum presented much difficulty. It was the loudest thing in the room and sounded like a dry cough. Tommy convinced Anne to put one of his Playboys on it and the sound became far more manageable.
The room was filled with cigarette smoke. Tommy's reel to reel made a lot of noise and the black lights hung along the walls caused a certain amount of interference with Pat's bass amp.
Finally, at two in the morning, they listened back to their three song discography. They were full of excitement and hopefulness. Sue kept going on and on about how it was a little rough now but they would practice away the rough edges. They were all just so excited to have made something.
The next day during discretionary, Tommy took the tape by the library and gave it to Miss Calson to give to the review board for the talent show.
A few days later he received the rejection letter in his locker. His initial excitement at what he thought were a few more valium pills was replaced with a weird since of failure and sadness. He stared off into the hallway where bright light reflected of the snow outside a window. Lots of people were passing by carrying their books, rushing off to classes. The final bell rang and he relaxed his eyes and let the hallway go out of focus.
B. COX: Harmonica, Synthesizer, Drums, Vocals, Computer
W.A.B. II: Maracas, Other Vocals
1. GREEN GLASS BOTTLES +
2. THESE WERE MY WALLS +
3. WILD LOVE +
4. LANTERNS ^
5. NEW ROMANTIC +
6. CYNIC'S RECOURSE +
7. FREAK TRAIN (KURT VILE) *
8. AFTERNOON DRIVE *
9. HOTEL ORLANDO +
10. THIS WHEEL'S ON FIRE (DYLAN) +
11. POSTCARD ^
+ Recorded at Home November 15-22, 2010 on TASCAM DP-08
^ Recorded on Computer Oct. 2010
* Recorded at Home August 2010 on TASCAM DP-08
it's been quite a while since i have posted here but i wanted to post a cool remix of my song redoakway that Brooklyn duo Warm Ghost did. check it out! i don't remember exactly how to make the text include the mediafire link so i will just copy and paste it below. hope you enjoy it!
i'm really surprised she is not Lady Gaga level by now. This performance is mindblowing and recalls Young Americans-era Bowie with obvious James brown hypnotic mindlock reference points. The coda even recalls Stereolab with its warped Brazilian chords. The whole second half is such a rush that the fucking guitar amp falls over (at around 3:15) seemingly a result of radness overdose.
"Friend and musician Bradford Cox, who is playing Lisbon's Lux Fragil, this Friday June 4th, has decided together with the promoters of the show that the tickets should not be the initial price of 15 Euros, and should now be at 7 Euros. The artist has decided to cut half of his playing fee and the organization is cutting more than half the original price, due to a big part of the local audience not being able to afford to see the show, in the context of the national and global economical situation. For ticket-holders they can get their 8 Euros' difference refund at the record stores selling tickets (Flur and Materia Prima) as well as at the venue at the time of the show, which is at 10pm, with local opening band Aquaparque opening."
Please RETWEET or REPOST lisboa friends!
Press release da Filho Unico:
"Amigo e musico Bradford Cox, que toca no Lux Fragil esta sexta-feira 4 de Junho, decidiu, juntamente com os promotores do espectaculo, que os bilhetes nao permanecerao ao preco inicial de 15 euros, e irao passar a custar 7 Euros. O artista decidiu reduzir o seu pagamento pelo concerto para metade e a organizacao esta a tirar mais de metade do preco inicial, devido a grande parte do publico local nao ter capacidade financeira de presenciar o espectaculo, no contexto da situacao economica nacional e global. Para o publico que ja adquiriu o bilhete poderao reaver os seus 8 Euros de reembolso nas lojas de discos que estao a vender bilhetes (Flur e Materia Prima) bem como na sala onde o concerto ira decorrer, na hora marcada do espectaculo, as 22h, com primeira parte a cargo dos portugueses Aquaparque."
1. Emeralds - The Cycle of Abuse 2. Nancy Sinatra - Sugar Town 3. Casino Vs. Japan - Dental Fur 4. The Fall - In My Area 5. The Associates - Party Fears Two 6. J.P. Decerf - Witchcraft World 7. Nobukazu Takemura - Sora No Ue 8. Simon Finn - Very Close Friend 9. Matching Mole - Starting in the Middle 10. Human Hands - I Got Mad 11. The Raincoats - Honey Mad Woman
1. Roberto Cacciapaglia - My Time 2. The Residents - Moisture 3. MGMT - Someone's Missing 4. Sheriff & The Ravels - Shombalor 5. Sun Ra - Angels and Demons at Play 6. Oval - Ovalprocess 1 7. Bradley & Geofrey - Mr. Steven's Private Service 8. Charlie Patton - Moon Going Down 9. Chris Bell - I Am The Cosmos 10. Raymond Scott - Autolite 11. Robb London - Gloria
For two tickets to the March 27 (Saturday) SPOON, DEERHUNTER, STRANGE BOYS show at the house of blues submit your best photoshopped image of Moses (does not have to be based on the one below...) to email@example.com by Friday the 26th. The band will judge the entries and inform the winner and post the best to the blog.
Stay tuned for the results and for more contests on this tour...
Photo: Mississippi Records, Portland Oregon. February 2010
This micromix is a special one to me not only because it is the 25th (that number is probably a little off and doesn't count odd ones like Moses' recent "Micromix 0") but because it is modeled (with the exception of 2 songs) after a mixtape I listened to constantly while driving around Marietta delivering Chinese Food (second best job ever) when i was 19. The two new songs are ones that were i've been digging lately, "Video Life" by Chris Spedding which I only heard because of a friend, and "Hold My Body Down" by Robert Johnson (as the liner notes state: "not the Robert Johnson you're thinking of...") from the Mississippi Records cassette release "How Long Has It Been Since You've Been Home?" Hope you enjoy this mix.
1. Peggy Lee - Fools Rush In 2. Fela Kuti - Dog Eat Dog 3. Faust - J'ai Mal Aux Dents 4. Chris Spedding - Video Life 5. Glass Candy - Lady From The Black Lagoon 6. Nobukazu Takemura - Moth (Edit) 7. Robert Johnson - Hold My Body Down 8. The Feelies - On The Roof
J'ai mal aux dents! j'ai mal aux pieds aussi! ... This is a man hard working song there is... no old dream we practiced for years my friend to get this machine screams noise follows questions honey the hero is a business bunny if it means money this is time maybe we do it without crime because you are crying and i don't listen because you are dying and i just whistle that thing so anonymously today and echoes of my laughter burn into your seven hour turn
The problem is not only pain if time could be part of machine you could pack it, see it's clean you could roll the end to start tomorrow skip my plastic heart beating for a spacey blues and you could hear it without shoes
It's been a nice (historic) role first call the name and then the code first call the code and then the name i think it's still a funny game
Here we go sisters, here we go man your home made connections i do what i can your tranquilliser body touch is very nice because and i don't need you makes you wait for the master because i don't need you and you sit on your chair with your distant care this mind blowing freak makes my mind very sick and the seasons grow without your be active or die blow say A.M. man, say A.M. woman's role see the mind control is perfect and you still have your daddy's smile fences on the floor are not there because you can't hide you get your children, you get your car what do you think how old you are what do you think what people need it's not that plastic, let it bleed it's not that plastic honey don't because you understand you won't see your generation with their TV on standby
ROLL OUT!!! j'ai mal aux pieds aussi! ... Schempal Buddah ship on a better sea!
and you were watching frosty the snowman. When all the sudden after it was done a weird barrage of creepy animated rays and lights almost appeared to come out of the television. and you were hypnotized into a psychedelic trance, THAT SCARED THE LIVING, SHIT OUT OF YOU.That was logophobia and from Sesame street to Mickey mouse,TV production company's brought you these disstressing shorts to warp your mind with esoteric fucking beams of light and sound.these should be rated R!for brain disturbace
"Come stare at the sky with us! Cameron Michel and I with the help of lots of sweet amazing flower makers have created a sky installation for Glasslands stage! To help us celebrate, Raul de Nieves and Maya will DJ soaring tunes and live performance by Georgiana Starlington will take us to the moon!"
Georgiana Starlington is our good friends Jack and Julie Hines. Jack used to be in Black Lips and Julie and I used to have the Wet Dreams. Psyched to see Moses playing drums with them.
Jay was what few people have the capacity to be. He created an undeniably classic album that contained so much pain transfered to tape in such an explosive way that it made you feel different after hearing it. He was transgressive and honest. His flaws were something he focused on and overdubbed and distorted until they made you forget who he really was - a person with feelings and a good heart. He loved music and worked hard from a young age to pursue it. He was a self-made and unmade man. I am truly sickened to see him go.
Link wray is my faaavorite guitarist in history, so it is only natural that his brother vernon would have some charm of his own. checking out his stuff along youtube i ran into this video where someone put vernons music to the photographer Rimaldas Viksraitis. i was unfamiliar with Viksraitis work but boy am i glad i know it now. I hate to make a reference point - but it kind of has an eastern block gummo factor. these pictures memorialize how casual people can be hanging out naked with animals.
Now that the season of "best of" lists is over and there is no pressure to make them, I've had time to really think about it and have a better idea of what albums affected me most in the last decade. One keeps coming to mind and, as it is criminally overlooked, I'd like to give it a little spotlight here and argue it's case. The album I'm thinking is truly the most defining and important work in my subjective opinion is Bobby Conn's The Golden Age.
What Bobby did was make an album that is equally dark, funny, sad, and above all unselfconscious. In my mind (which may be a little warped) the songs and lyrics capture a lot of the painfully mediocre emptiness of suburban adolescence without romanticizing it or taking an elitist and condescending tone about it. I am not a particular fan of lyrics and it really takes a lot to get me to remember and pay attention to what a singer is actually saying. Bobby tells stories on this record. Sad ones, Funny Ones. And sometimes you can't tell which are which.
Thirty-three! We made it, baby, let's take our helicopters for a ride Oh, this land will be so pretty once we push these peasants into the sea And we'll be golfing for our charities Playing bingo with our memories They always kiss your ass when you live in the past And we're lost inside the best years of our lives!
Whenever the lyrics get too clever and cynical the music comes along and pushes it out of the realm of the bitter and adolescent fuck everyone attitude and into an ambiguous and bizarrely emotional area.
I hate writing about music because I can never express how a song sounds exactly to me. Also it is to be expected that since this album came out when i was 18, I had no hard time relating to it. It really spoke to my cynicism and angst at the time but backed it up with stories and narrative impulse and above all - this weird, creepy, charismatic sense of humor.
The album also captured something else that appealed to me at 18 - a transgressive sense of sexuality that I could relate to. I had just discovered Dennis Cooper and Jean Genet. Growing up in a place like Marietta in the mid-to-late 90's, I was desperate to identify music and art that could confirm I was not insane and alone. Bobby Conn's narratives excited me because the idea of someone singing about what he was singing about was exciting and dangerous.
You've Come A Long Way Baby (Lyrics by Bobby Conn)
High school sleep over under my bed And when the conversation stops you offer head But I only tease you, I don't know how So you took Jimmy in the ass, I'm so confused You've come a long way, baby, you've come along You've come a long, long, long way down You're father's a hero, he's doing time He held the knife up to your throat when you were three You're mother's a beauty at thirty-nine She took me downstairs for some dope and blew my mind You've come a long way now, baby Skin popping heroin under your desk In New York City you lived in the closet and I wore the dress In San Francisco you got my luggage but I got your gun Back in Chicago that was the last time we had any fun Are you still alive?
A Taste Of Luxury (Lyrics by Bobby Conn)
You said, "The higher we fly, the farther we fall But there's a place in the sky where there's no weight at all And if we can make it we'll finally be free Totally helpless, without gravity." But I fell back in the cul-de-sac for a little history lesson It was '83 and you were working me to fight off the depression Throwing pills at my window sill so we could go shoplifting You had a preppy look for a petty crook You were never wanting for a Taste of luxury
The Pumper (Lyrics by Bobby Conn)
You into ecstasy? You wanna try? Get in my Cherokee; it's a ten-minute drive I can get you high, I can get you high I got one leg, and a twelve-inch stump I use a crutch, but I don't got to use the pump I can get you high, I can get you high Power exchange! You feel your balls tighten up; you don't know who I am 'Cuz you've never been to Texas, boy, alone with a man I can get you high, I can get you high Power exchange! I know you got my life in your hands, I know you got my life Kick me Power!
I hope you will check out the best album of the last decade (in my opinion) if you haven't already.
So being that my mother is Colombian.I was always in search of the punk culture there,and i found it when i visited in the 90's.Anyways somebody from maximum rock n roll turned me on to this movie and i recommend you watch the whole thing if you get a chance.It is a window in to the grim realty of life for kids in 1980's Medellín. The movie like some other Colombian films i.e "Maria full of grace" is slow but that doesn't bother me so much cause thats how life can sometimes be.Capturing boredom on film is realistic.Oh yeah all the and bands in the film are real groups of the day almost making this like a semi-documentary.they had a bunch of shows on rooftops in the city.The "slam dancing" in the second clip seems kind of whimpy but there is plenty of violence to be found otherwhere.
The abandoned houses project began innocently enough roughly ten years ago. I actually began photographing abandonment in Detroit in the mid 90’s as a creative outlet, and as a way of satisfying my curiosity with the state of my home town. I had always found it to be amazing, depressing, and perplexing that a once great city could find itself in such great distress, all the while surrounded by such affluence.
Brush Park, on the outskirts of Detroit’s entertainment district was always an area of interest to me. For as long as I can remember the area, housing large houses and mansions, sat largely abandoned just a stones throw away from the Fox Theater, and not far from Wayne State University, the Masonic Theater, and even the central business district. How could an area that was obviously once a wealthy enclave in the city become an example of the downfall of American cities?
For years the area had signs advertising the redevelopment that was about to take place. It finally began to happen, with the construction of the new ballpark for the Tigers, and Ford Field for the Lions. New condos, and town homes began to appear amidst the rubble of burned out mansions turned apartments. Some of the houses were so large they became “loft condos”. As the entertainment district flourished, and Brush Park began to transform into something new, I realized the other approximately 135 square miles of Detroit was largely ignored. The excitement about Detroit’s “rebirth” took center stage, while much of the rest of the city was becoming largely abandoned. Even Brush Park itself was still largely abandoned, but with the remaining tenants of Brush Park buildings being pushed out, and many of the old houses torn down, I moved on to other areas, where Detroiters were attempting to make a life among abandoned and burned out houses. Often times, the neighborhoods were almost completely abandoned. In these neighborhoods I encountered concerned citizens, packs of wild dogs, 20 foot high piles of toilets, and houses with the facades torn off, filled with garbage.
As the number of images grew, and a documentary style emerged, I switched from mostly black and white, to color, and decided to name the series 100 Abandoned Houses. 100 seemed like a lot, although the number of abandoned houses in Detroit is more like 12,000. Encompassing an area of over 138 square miles, Detroit has enough room to hold the land mass of San Francisco, Boston, and Manhattan Island, yet the population has fallen from close to 2 million citizens, to most likely less than 800,000. With such a dramatic decline, the abandoned house problem is not likely to go away any time soon.
Since Cole has started posting here please be sure to read who posted what at the bottom of each entry. Ever since Lockett's journal of bodily functions, I've been rather annoyed how people attribute everything on this blog to me. Especially lazy journalists. Cole's opinions of prepubescent latino preachers are his own and do not necessarily reflect those of Deerhunter Music Group, LLC.
some of the folks spectating youtube have branded this poor child and his teachers evil. and evil or not, there is something undeniably special about this youngster's delivery, one that i aim to tap into for my own forces that i choose. I do not consider my self religious but this kid makes Christianity seem awesome and poetic with the fierce energy that passes thru his small prepubescent body. I have not often seen such passion in nay-sayers, nor my artisan counterparts.
long before deer hunter was spawned from the streets of a small town called Marietta, Georgia.There was a band in the 1960's and they are one of the only rock bands known to have existed and actually released music commercially in what was then a desolate enclave of northern GA."A Woman" was their claim to no fame,.this picture is an overhead shot from roughly the whereabouts in which the band may have been located.