No comprende…it’s a riddle

Got those Sunday afternoon blues, knowing that in 12 hours I’ll be back in the thick of it at work. Makes me tired just thinking about it, what a way to go through life.” Now here it is Tuesday and in the thick of it I have been. It’s all good, I provide and, at the moment, I am satisfied. Then again it is the evening of the day, got my coffee and cigarettes, tunes playing and just generally feeling alright. Somebody in the know, posted this vid on fucking facebook, Jello and Primus doing a nice live rendition of Holiday in Cambodia (Right Guard will not help you here). It’s a fan vid so lacks something, but I’m no beggar or chooser and it turns out someone else posted a different view too.


Now that that’s over with, any thoughts on Jello? It seems like a lot of folk like to bag on him and really people think all the old timers are fair game for criticism. It’s human nature I think to point fingers at people though. I for one am grateful to Jello (and Steve Ignorant and Henry Rollins and the list goes on). I don’t know him, and I imagine he is flawed like every other person on the planet, but the reality for me is that he played a big part in opening my mind as a teen. Who are the mind openers kids have today?

How about Wall of Voodoo? Don’t know why they popped in my head, probably shouldn’t question it anyway. They were short lived in the classic incarnation of 1982, when they recorded the only two songs of theirs I’m familiar with, Ring of Fire and Mexican Radio. Those two are enough though to take them a notch above the one hit wonder status. Loved those songs, but embedded in my damaged brain more than anything else about the band is the video below…

Talking Heads – Psycho Killer

Surprisingly (or not, I guess) heard this song on the local classic rock station today.  Always thought of it as a sort of underground hit, but I suppose I first heard it when they were still underground, late 70s sometime. I don’t know, maybe this was what put them above ground.  My buddy Roy “Hamsterhead” Miyake’s Mom, turned us onto them, she was artsy and had good taste in music (she turned us onto Kraftwerk too).  If memory serves (which it doesn’t serve me well anymore) it was tunes like Once In A Lifetime (great fucking video) or later on Burning Down The House that made them a mainstream item.  They were part of that New York CBGB’s scene of the mid-70s, in fact it’s my understanding that their first gig was there opening for the Ramones in 1975 (oh, to be a fly on the wall, you know)…

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I
Can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire

Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

You start a conversation you can’t even finish it
You’re talkin’ a lot, but you’re not sayin’ anything
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

Ce que j’ai fait, ce soir-là
Ce qu’elle a dit, ce soir-là
Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire … OK
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they’re not polite

Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh….

Cocteau Twins – Wax And Wane (De Meervaart, Amsterdam 29th January 1983)

I was a real dickhead during the years surrounding this fine picture of me passed out. I’ve always had that dickhead in me and have exhibited it throughout my life, but at this time I was a very accomplished dickhead. Stumbling around drunk most of the time, with beautiful women (inside and out) coming to the realization that booze was my life and love was only something I fooled myself into believing I could give to others. Pathetic. For some reason makes me think of the The Mob’s Our Life Our World
Our life our world mapped out in scars
Carved in wrists and back of arms
Which paint in blood on sheets of white
Of children never quite at home
Our life our world flows down rivers in the street
Made up of blood, made up of meat
Cigarette burns in tortured arms
Cigarette burns on tortured arm
Slowly roasting in the heat of…

This came up on my iPod! late last night/early this morning and it blew me away (again). I thought I had posted it before, but couldn’t find it (doesn’t mean it’s not fucking there), so here we go. There is no finer moment in the history of live music…


Carrying prose
Broke my real friend
The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and we wane

The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and wane
The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and wane
The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and wane
The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and wane

Licking our wounds
The devil bite’s dirty
Reckoning we’ll taste
We wax and we wane

The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and wane
The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and wane
The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and wane
The devil bite’s dirty, we wax and wane

Caring is a bury gin shot
The devil bite’s dirty
Up to the wee wanes

Oh, we laugh in their faces

The devil bites dirty, we wax and wane…

How soon is now?

“I am human and I need to be loved”…how fucking true is that? This is how I look when I dance, you be the judge. Some of my greatest sappy moments were felt to this song, still pulls at my heart strings. Of course, back then I was hardcore and just secretly a Smiths fan. If you weren’t around in the 80s, you missed some shit…

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry
And you want to die

When you say it’s gonna happen “now”
Well when exactly do you mean?
See I’ve already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

Los Microwaves – Radio Heart b/w Coast To Coast 7″

Watched the hell outta Mister Rodgers’ Neighborhood and Sesame Street as a kid, I think we all did in the 60’s and 70’s, along with Saturday morning cartoons. There’s been internet rumors that Fred Rodgers was some kind of special forces elite killer in Vietnam and that he wore long sleeves to cover up his tattoos, but they are false (unfortunately for those that like a little irony).

 

This one, from 1979, is the 2nd 7″ from these guys/gal. Not sure why I got it, the cover is very bland (maybe minimalist is what they were looking for), but I think I was hoping for something along the lines of the Plugs, as the band seemed to be made up of latinos (if last names are any indication).  Outta Frisco originally but they ended up in New York.  That’s about all I know except that this music has 79′ written all over it.  They fit into that grey area in between Punk and New Wave like a lot of bands did at that time.  The keyboards kind of lean them into the New Wave area for me, but even with that it’s got kind of disco synth vibe and really they’re not snotty enough for me to call them punk (I’m tired of trying to pigeon hole music anyway).  I’m not even sure I like the two tunes here, they’re both very repetetive and dated.  But if quirkiness counts for anything, then they have it made, and something nostalgic in me about the late 70’s makes it worthwile.  Have a feeling that even as diverse as I am around here this one may not appeal to the five guys who come around and comment (300,945 thousand unique hits and I’m lucky if I get a comment or two).  Maybe this will stir up a little negative response.  Dig it or don’t…

Radio Heart

Coast To Coast

 

I was curious about what the first 7″ sounded like, so I hunted that down and found it at an interesting site called Pukekos.  The first tune is more of the same, maybe a little popier, while the 2nd one is like a Santana meets New Wave thing (and not just because of some Spanish lyrics).  Like I said before, dig it or don’t but at least you can tell your grandkids that you’ve heard Los Microwaves…

I Don’t Want To Hold You

Forever