Strung Up – s/t 7″

This cartoon sums me up pretty well. That’s the thing about learning how to give a fuck again, you actually are capable of feeling bad about some of the shit you’ve done in your life. Might be easier not to give a shit.  That’s not really the problem though it’s about not being able to let go of the past and guilt.  The other day I was looking like the guy at the top, and you know I do that a lot because I digs me some muzak, but I went to sleep and after a night filled with very vivid dreams about my past, I woke up feeling like the guy on the bottom.  That is not a passing feeling either, if you know what I mean.  Lots of thinking, bad thinking, kind of reminds my of the metal part of detoxing, an anguish.  A good reason to drunk or high.  Naw I won’t go down that road again, I’d rather put a bullet in my brain, but what’s up with giving shit and how the hell do you dull that sense?  I’ve studied Christianity for a long time, academically in college, but my curiosity goes back to my Cuban pseudo-Santa Ria, Catholic babysitter and going to a Lutheran elementary school.  My beliefs now are very complicated and contain a variety of influences outside Christianity but the bottom line is, George motherfucking Lucas was right, there is THE FORCE.  There’s an interesting verse in the Christian New Testament,Mathew 8.22 (Luke 9.60)–But Jesus said to him, “Follow me, and leave the dead to bury their own dead.”  Kind of a neat verse, because it is seemingly so harsh, when you consider the context of a guy wanting to go to his Dad’s funeral.  The usual theological interpretation or apology  of that verse, outside of the historical contextual type of reading I may have done in my studies at Humboldt State could be found here or here or, this one is interesting, here. For my purpose here it has to do with leaving shit behind, as harsh as it may be and as emotionally attached as you might be, you have to walk away from the shit. No Christian would agree with me on that, but as I’ve said before, I am the only true Christian…hahaha.

My buddy Shawn turned me onto this kick ass band called Iowaska (the name comes from Ayahuasca).  Some might call them crust, which is a bad word in some circles, I’m no expert on so-called genres.  I might call them crust because of their appearances, I saw The Decline of Western Civilization part 3.  It would be a mistake though to think that they don’t go way beyond that.  Kind of more reminiscent of the early 80’s female fronted UK anarcho thing, with a heavy celtic vibe (and a little bit of Siouxsie thrown in).  You can get their only record, some mp3s and a little history over at Alternative Tentacles.  I went the shitty route and downloaded the album, which may bring me to buying it, but for now I thought I’d share some of my favorites, the first being the tune Shawn bombarded me with.

Iowaska – Modranight

Iowaska – In Your Dreams Boy

Iowaska – Big Deal Get Real

 

 

Another one of those records I bought because of the incredible cover art, not knowing anything about the band.  That’s how it used to be when you walked into a record store.  You might be drawn to a certain record label, have heard about a band, or maybe you’d just pick up something by a band you had heard before.  I was always drawn by a good record cover.  Straight outta Oakland, circa 2002, you get Strung Up. What you get is post hardcore that sounds a lot like early 80’s hardcore.  That retro hardcore has a bad name with some of my friends, who might suggest that hardcore died in about 1986 with the advent of the yout crew thing.  This is not youth crew at all.  I have to admit, this thing did not capture me from beginning to end, but it had it’s moments.  The first tune with it’s almost silly sounding title, a pretty played out topic, a preacher preaching to the choir you might say, is a DAMN good tune.  The dueling vocals and crushing sound make it the hit on this one (one of my favorite bands to play, was WD40, where I shared the vocals with my buddy Erio).  Like I said, you may not find every song that worth while, but at least give that first one a virtual spin.

 

I‘d Rather Be Smashing Christianity

Timeclock

P.C. For Now

Rich Kids

Death By Cop

Strung Up

Rx

Lank – Faceless Love Songs demo

Not too much to reflect on, it’s quiet here as Fall approaches, but the wife and I are enjoying life to the best of our abilities and are seriously looking at buying our house along with 10 of the acres it sits on.  The world is still the world as I observe it from a distant plain, but the locals occasionally remind me of the good, bad and just how it is, in folks.

A couple of emails my Grandpa sent me (the views expressed do not necessarily reflect those of the Administrator…but they’re good for a laugh):

Over 5000 years ago, Moses said to Israel, “Pick up your shovels, mount your asses and camels, and I will lead you to the Promised Land.” When Welfare was introduced, Roosevelt said, “Lay down your shovels, sit on your asses, and light up a Camel, this is the Promised Land.” Today, the government has stolen your shovel, taxed your asses, raised the price of Camels and mortgaged the Promised Land to China.

One day an old German Shepherd starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he’s lost. Wandering about, he notices a panther heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.
The old German Shepherd thinks, “Oh, oh! I’m in deep shit now!”
Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the panther is about to leap, the old German Shepherd exclaims loudly,
“Boy, that was one delicious panther! I wonder, if there are any more around here?”
Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.
“Whew!,” says the panther, “That was close! That old German Shepherd nearly had me!”
Meanwhile, a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the panther. So, off he goes.
The squirrel soon catches up with the panther, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the panther.
The young panther is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, squirrel, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that conniving canine!”
Now, the old German Shepherd sees the panther coming with the squirrel on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?,” but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old German Shepherd says…
“Where’s that squirrel? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another panther!”

…one of the interesting images (thumbnail) that came up when I entered the phrase “circle of life”.  This one, personally relevant, used without permission from some guy living his life with it’s profound and mundane nuances, and like me sharing it with nobody in particular, at his own place called Chublogga.

One thing that’s been cool about doing the Relics for almost 4 years now, is the virtual friends I have made who have shared interests.  One buddy Jan, outta Germany, and I share an affinity for the Gore.  Long story short story short, I had recommended “Hobo With A Shotgun” and he recommended “Ex-Drummer” (very interesting), which I’m downloading right now.

Try out this Lifespan Calculator, yeehaa…I’m gonna make it to 69.

A couple of classic tunes that someone mentioned that I thought I would mention and/or share…
Marianne Faithfull – As Tears Go By (cover of the Stones tune).
Marianne Faithfull – Sister morphine
the Stones cover
Something Humboldt-esque that goes with the tape below, a mixed tape from Sam Atakra that he recorded off of KHSU…must be the late 80’s, early 90’s, Killcore 2. Well worth a listen, some familiar, some not so, all hits.

One of the last demo tapes in my possession from the Humboldt days (Sam sent me an extra copy too).  We played SEVERAL shows/parties/whatnot and I always liked them, but with Doug fronting the band, you were guaranteed some excitement.  As far as specific memories though I am once again at a loss and am just left with the far away look through the cloudy glazed eyes of a pseudo burnout.  I asked Doug to give this post some meat and potatoes, and share some first hand recollections.  He came through in spades…

“Lank were a band out of Arcata from around mid-1990 to about mid-1992, maybe 18 months or so. I kind of inserted myself as their singer when I walked in on their practice one afternoon and told them I’d do it even though I hadn’t really been asked to. The band split when Jeff, Greg, and I graduated from college and moved on to other cities and Troy moved to Ukiah to fight fires. Our last show was at the Power Station, at a show with a transvestite theme where we were only allowed to play if we all wore dresses. We played one last time when Jeff got married in the late-90s, though, with Josh Baker from Sawhorse/Things I Hate/God Hates Computers on guitar because no one could track down Troy. Hands down, my favorite shows we ever played were when we got to open for Citizen Fish and Antiseen at the Power Station and when we played the Eureka High School Sadie Hawkins Dance.

The Faceless Love Songs demo came out right as we were breaking up. Several songs were taken from our live show at Gilman, which was a pretty bizarre show because it took place amid the Rodney King riots while the city was supposed to be under martial law. There were maybe five or ten people there besides the members of the bands. Another several songs were taken from a live radio show we did on KHSU, I think during Erin Yanke’s radio show, but don’t really remember. Two songs, “9066” and “What We Got,” were taken from the only studio recordings we ever did. We had recorded them without vocals with Ed Cole, another KHSU DJ and the guitarist from Garden Weasel, while he was taking an audio class through Humboldt State. I added the vocals by setting up a mic in the production room at the radio station and singing along with the tape while dubbing it onto another. For the spoken section of “9066,” I ran the vocals through a telephone line because I didn’t like the way my voice sounded straight into the mic. In ’96 or ’97, I went in to a friend’s home studio to add vocals to the other studio recordings, but the original tape was fucked up from the years I spent living in damp basements. The tape was released with six different color covers just for the fuck of it and included a little lyric book.

Some notes about the songs:
“9066” is about executive order 9066 and the internment of Japanese Americans during WWII. It was specifically written for the show we played with Spitboy on the 50th anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor. “It’s not that far a step to becoming what we say we hate.”

“What We Got” is a simple song about having a hard time finding meaning while living in a small college town.

“The John Osteen Love Ballad of Christ the Impaler” got its name from the televangelist and faith healer John Osteen. As an instrumental, I played bass and Jeff moved over to harmonica.

“1 + 1” is just a love song. What ya gonna say?

“The Way It Was (Is a Way It Never Was)” is about my drinking and drug use in high school. The stories make it sound like a lot of fun. It was actually pretty traumatic.

I wrote “Self-Destruction” in part about my drinking (which was getting increasingly out of control at the time) and my other self-destructive tendencies, with a heavy dose of self-mockery. In the recording, you can hear the mic for Troy’s guitar getting knocked over, which is what fucks up the sound for the next several tracks.

“Dark Ages” was originally about this gal I had a crush on even though I was in a relationship with another gal. A “look but don’t touch” kind of song that morphed into a song about isolation in general after my girlfriend found some rough drafts of the lyrics. I was quite the upstanding fellow at the time.

“Snap” was one of my least favorite songs to play live. Loved the slower parts, but the fast parts always felt a little off to me. The “music’s my morphine” line was inspired by my friend Steve who had some pretty powerful experiences with it after breaking his leg.

“A Faceless Love Song” is about losing your identity in a relationship.

“Recursive” is about the drug dealer I lived with in high school, about getting strung out on cocaine, and about how I still craved it four years or so later.

“Invisible” was inspired by the novel “The Invisible Man” by Ralph Emerson and more specifically by the end of the novel in which the narrator recognizes that he is essentially invisible to white society and uses that invisibility as a means of subversion. It is by far my favorite song of ours.

I wrote “She Said” about this crazy woman in the parking lot of the Arcata Coop who put a curse on me because I asked her to stop pan-handling on the property (which was part of my job at the time). There weren’t any actual lyrics, just me trying to recreate the woman’s rants off the top of my head. As a result, I think the way this song came across live was heavily influenced by how much I’d had to drink on a given night.

“Trinidad” Suicide by insignificance.

“American Society” is an Eddie and The Subtitles cover.

Sometimes you need to just write a stupid, fuck-all song. “What the Fuck?” was our attempt at that.

I was always afraid that someone would interpret “She’s in Love (With My Girlfriend)” as an attack on lesbians. It wasn’t. It was a personal attack on a woman who wanted to sleep with my girlfriend but not with me.

“Holding Pattern” is about feeling like my life was going nowhere as college graduation crept nearer and nearer. Maybe partying would help…

“Crimson and Clover” isn’t so much a cover as it is another drunken fuck-all song.”

…my response, “Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about sir, almost hate to put it into the post as it shows my short comings with all the rest of the posts. A great read with so much I’d forgotten or never knew at all.  The break down on the tunes is something I should do with all the songs I’ve been involved with, as if anybody cares.  Your input makes this an over-the-top treatment of the band and with it being on the net it serves to at least to be a resource, should anyone choose to find it. Thank you so much Mr. Grime.”  Anyway, enjoy some Lank…

 

The John Ostecot Love Ballad of Christ the Impaler

1+1

What We Got

Way It Was

9066

Dark Ages

Snap

Faceless Love Song

Recursive

Invisible

Trinidad

She Said

9066 (The Anniversary Song)

What We Got

What The Fuck

She’s In Love (With My Girlfriend)

Holding Pattern

American Society

Crimson and Clover

The Trip – s/t 7″

I got this record solely because of the in-fuckin-credible artwork…having no idea what was in between the grooves.  Trip out…
Mr. World-01
Mr. World-02

Turns out it’s an educational record from 1962 that must have come with a globe.  I remember growing with these educational records, in fact that’s how I learned we learned our times tables.  What’s so cool about this little 7″ (I know nobody will bother to listen to the whole thing), is that it really marvels at the world.  No nationalism, no racial pride, just human beings occupying this wonderful planet.  Kind of made me fell good about our situation in life…for a second.  As far as globes, if you click on my little spinning one off to the right, you can see who, from where, is checking out what, here.  At this moment, coincidentally, a person from Mumbai India and a person from Nashville Tennessee, are both checking on Ill Repute.

Speaking of schooling, just rediscovered an old junior high school buddy of mine, Mr. Lee Powers.  Yet another incredible person with a love for music.  On top of being a killer artist he plays in a couple of LA (actually Burbank) bands that are worth mentioning here at the Relics.  Death on the Radio, is this hard rockin’ thing fronted by a lady, Bloody Mary Powers, with some serious as fuck vocal chords…a nice breath of fresh air for me.  There’s an interview here at youtube.
Then there’s Friends You Can Kill, an industrial metal conglomeration, that calls to mind the word “compelling”.  Again, the vocals take it to the next level, but that doesn’t take anything away from the fact that the music is fuckin’ rockin’.  There’s a whole series of videos from this live set, one of which is here.
If you live in the LA area you can catch both these bands gigging all over the place, tell Lee, Justin sent you…it won’t entitle you to anything except he might wonder who the fuck Justin is…hahaha

Spent several thousand dollars (wait I haven’t spent it…I owe it), even with insurance, to find out that I didn’t have cancer (yet…but at this point I’m VERY thankful…not quite ready to deal with the inevitable), but I do have the outset of COPD.  Yeah I know I should quit smoking, but between that and coffee it’s all I have left of the self indulgent lifestyle (if you don’t count record collecting and just generally being a fan boy).  Funny thing is, I’m out of shape, overweight and several other things, but with this diagnosis I feel VERY out of shape.  I could start working out again, but that leaves me feeling VERY out of shape.  Haha…if you haven’t noticed yet, I enjoy bitching about the little things, while ignoring the bigger picture.

I used to be in the “in”, so many years ago, these days I’m just late to the party.  Can’t blame that on my most recent situational circumstance…isolation, for a lot of years it was just a drunken stupor. Just discovered this band Sloth (there’s at least 6 bands with that name, this is the “sludge” one).  The first track from their first release, 1994’s “We Put The Massage in Misogyny” 7″…a little ditty about vengeful necrophilia…
Sloth – Sassy Pants
Soooo…heavy. This takes me back to my love of the great Saint Vitus.  A couple of years ago I realized there’s a whole genre of bands, sludge, stoner, doom. Kind of a gloomy feeling you get a little like that drunken stupor I was talking about, that anticipation, waiting, wondering, “what next”. Kind of an uneasy feeling, but as with anything stoned, I guess if you add a little weed, it’s probably a more laid back groovy kind of thing.

Another record I got just because of the cover…cute and sad at the same time.

Released in 1994 on the label Sympathy for the Record Industry, a label that has released a lot of cool and not so cool shit, and sort of fills the void in between DIY and major record labels.  In other words for bands, with a poppie edginess, that could be big and this band falls into that category.  Did some searching around and could find out nothing about this band, except that the next year they released an album called “Supersonic Roller Coaster”.  I kind of like that they are a mystery as I don’t want to be posting shit that people have heard before, sort of allowing something lost to see the light of day again.  I was pleasantly surprised by the stunning female vocals on the first track, while the second is a not uninteresting instrumental.  Both tunes follow the same formula bouncing back and forth from mellow strumming to harder driving.  Give The Trip a try, it won’t hurt you…

Help Me

Capitain Poland’s Bolero (in D Minor)

 

Joe Strummer in The Harder They Come 7″

Kinda makes me dizzy.  Life has left me a little dizzy at times, in fact I think I spent about 10 years dizzy.  Yesterday was 7 (edit:er..um..brain damage, it’s 6 years)  years clean for me with dope or liquor in my blood…I still get dizzy sometimes though.

Another game for you, Circle the Cat, took me about an hour to conquer it.

I have Rudimentary Peni on the brain lately, took me a few days to listen to everything they have released, and I gotta say they do not have one bad song…not fucking one.  A great Rudi Peni cover…
Godless – Blissful Myth (Rudimentary Peni)
Speaking of RP, you can read about an extremely limited tune here, that’s not on any of their LPs/EPs. A longer track than most of their stuff, but it fits well with some of their latest works…
RUDIMENTARY PENI – Wilfred Owen the Chances
Except fot that and the Catastrophe bootleg, I’ve got everything they’ve released, but now I’m trying to get everything on vinyl.

An email I got from a friend in England that’s good for a laugh.
ECONOMICS WITH COWS –

SOCIALISM
You have 2 cows.
You give one to your neighbour.
COMMUNISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and gives you some milk.
FASCISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and sells you some milk.
NAZISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and shoots you.
BUREAUCRATISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away…
TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.
SURREALISM
You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons
AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.
ENRON VENTURE CAPITALISM
You have two cows.
You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters ofcredit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute adebt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get allfour cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
The milk rightsof the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman IslandCompany secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rightsto all seven cows back to your listed company.
The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.
You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows.
No balance sheet provided with the release.
The public then buys your bull.
A FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.
A JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create a clever cow cartoon image called ‘Cowkimon’ and market it worldwide.
A GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.
AN ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.
You decide to have lunch.
A RUSSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.
You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.
A SWISS CORPORATION
You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you.
You charge the owners for storing them.
A CHINESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.
You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.
AN INDIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You worship them.
A BRITISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are mad.
AN IRAQI CORPORATION
Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
You tell them that you have none.
No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country.
You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy….
AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Business seems pretty good.
You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.
A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION
You have two cows.
The one on the left looks very attractive
AN EU CORPORATION:
You don´t have two cows, because EU gives you a new Mercedes Benz everyyear for not having two cows. Your neigbour is even more successful: hedoesn’t have four cows.
Edit:My buddy Billy added on from his native Greece…
You have two cows
you sell both cheap and send money to Switzerland then get a loan from a loan-shark to buy another cow
you buy the cow,you sell it cheap and send the money to Switzerland
then get loan from a loan-shark to buy another one cow

Two headlines next to each other on the Yahoo homepage yesterday:
“Many vets a paycheck away from homelessness”
and
“Eagles give QB Michael Vick $100 million deal”

Today’s headline:
“Why Jennifer Aniston Always Wears the Same Bikini”
(just one of many reasons that the human race would not be missed if it ceased to exist)

Most of my friends and visitors around here don’t do reggae and actually would probably shun those that do (and maybe they just feel sorry for me knowing that I dig a lot of it).  But this is Joe Strummer doing reggae/ska so it has a different kind of credibility (or not).  Got this 2009 release recently, kind of a bootleg kind of thing (blank labels, no release info, and I don’t think anything on the runout grooves), so I guess it could be rare.  I am totally down with the Long Beach Dub Allstars, so Mr. Strummer jamming with them was kind of a treat.  Two great covers, one reggae, one ska, live and studio, so in my opinion you can’t go wrong.

Harder They Come

Harder They Come (live)

Rudi, A Message To You (live)