no time for context

Francis Bacon



33rd Floor

when it rains it sizzles

Traffic stopping Spanish bubblegum (!?!) cards of actresses at PCL LinkDump. Sure there's Loren and Bardot, but freakin' Ida Lupino . . .

And at pulpnivora, the steamy headwaters of all this, waits Loretta Young and Ava Gardner as well.

And Jennifer Jones looking like she's way past ready for a girls' night out with Deborah Harry and Lydia Lunch. And like able to set asbestos on fire at 400 paces with a passing glance.

shadow boxing

Indiscreet Ubiquity is the latest drawing in artist John Borowicz's horror vacui block party.

beloved

PCL LinkDump doubles up on The Loved One appreciation with the Mrs. Joyboy dining experience and a groovin' pressbook.

Speaking of the dearly departed, let's reup a link to this parlor rock trio who paid homage to the LV with their name. And this bit of sound collage.

8-track orchard

What no less than Jimmy Walker says . . .


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And now, ladies & gentlemen, Mr. Jim Nabors. Available on 8-track tape:


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tick tock

Again with the UBUWEB.

This time, a Ligeti piece done with 100 metronomes:

And if you want 200 metronomes, better get clicking:

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blind soul

Pathway to Unknown Worlds posted a great vid of Robert Wyatt being interviewed in 2007.

One bit of dawn breaking on Marblehead was finding out that Wyatt's recording, "At Last I Am Free", is a cover of a Chic ballad.

Wyatt's recording had haunted me since hearing it eons ago on the Rough Trade Records compilation LP, Wanna Buy A Bridge?, but I had no clue . . .

Now, one Google search later, I find this page that brings together not two, but three versions of the song: Chic's, Wyatt's and Elizabeth Fraser's.

Damn. An embarrassment of riches.

solitude & the inverted fedora

I'm Learning To Share speaks volumes on Jughead's hat.

Yes, Jughead of Archie comics fame. It's like a doctoral thesis on American Studies in a tasty Flintstones chewable.

the music of sound posts the coolest article ever on The End of Solitude. Recommended, as in very.

If that sounds like no fun, FABULON will show what your friends really think of you no matter how much you text them.

In any case, whatever your state of popularity, please consider doing this:

Stand up and walk away from your computer and go outside somewhere where the birds vastly outnumber the people. Phones and iPods off, just you alone with whatever's happening.

all reverbs great and small

The music of sound brings Mohammed, or rather Alvin Lucier & iterations thereof, to the giant dual reverb tanks. Concrete water tanks 33 feet (11 m) high and 21 feet (7 m) in diameter.

Bigger still is the Silophone in Montreal.

I haven't the math or the will to figure the dimensions of that half-million gallon tank.

It all sounds pretty big.

Synthtopia is getting small with Circuit Girl's hacked floppy disk reverb. Which is glitchy & neat & super resourceful, but this old-schooler would like to see someone get all analog & Echorec with those floppies and hard drives.

In any case, good to see yet more fresh meaning given to renew, reuse, recycle.

Synthtopia also posts about Lou Reed's live performance of his paean to feedback, Metal Machine Music.

where the grazing is good

Tho' the whole cows and country deal is more of an uberkayness thing, ub' is wearing a bit of a black armband these days.

So here's some bucolic decay. The architecture's cool (and should be preserved, ideally), but I'm here to see & hear the cows convene.


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Feel free to stay a spell for whatever reason.

ruins for all

Being a sap for things lost & overlooked, had to mention the wide wide world of abandoned stuff that Noise Is Information found: Artificial Owl.

Aside from a giant train station in Detroit, the acoustic mirrors of Denge UK and the massively labelscarred concrete saucer of Bulgaria are something to behold.

No doubt, there's more.

on the Moon since the '50s

Yet another favorite clip from Slacker.

my cathode youth vol. 4 1/2

Again with a Night Gallery segment, this one featuring Zsa Zsa Gabor on the wrong side of a mirror.

lit up like an angel

Or thereabouts.

Simulcast on uberkayness . . .