Archive for September, 2011

I Hate Me, part 133,971

Thursday is garbage day. I usually take out the garbage cans early, this morning I forgot. I was reminded when I heard the truck on our street. I ran out of the house in my socks and dragged the full can to the curb just as the truck was pulling up. I was pretty psyched that I made it and I yelled to the guys on the truck, “Man, I just made it. Wow.” I don’t know why I said it, as soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to grab them and stuff them back in. These guys didn’t give a shit and why would they, *”Oh, you mean if you were thirty seconds later we wouldn’t have to pick up your shitty garbage this week. You’re right, that calls for champagne.” All four of the guys on the truck just looked at me with a flat level stare, I managed to croak “….have a good day.” and slunk back inside the house.

*-imagined response-

Old Books/The Travels of Marco Polo /Pt.2

Here’s some more from Marco Polo: [to enlarge, click on image]

Old Books/The Travels of Marco Polo, /Pt.1

I know next to nothing about old books. We bought this at work and it looked cool so I scanned some of the art. There are two dates in the book, 1926 Boni & Liveright and 1930 Horace Liveright. If you like this stuff you should check out the amazing 50 Watts blog or Book Worship, or Spine Out, they are listed in the blogroll.[click on image to enlarge]

I Like Records 55

Drunk guy came in, right around lunch time, looking for jazz records. He was big and stumbling, I kept an eye on him as I thought he might accidentally trash things. It’s happened before with other big drunk guys. He ended up buying a bunch of big band stuff. We use big round price stickers for the used records, usually anything under $8 has a sticker on it. I know it sucks but it’s the fastest way to price a lot of records. The drunk guy came back about five minutes after he bought the records. I thought he had drunken buyers remorse and wanted his money back, no.
Drunk- Hey, there’s stickers on these records
Me– Yeah, that’s how we price them, I thought you would have seen them when you were buying them.
Drunk- Yeah, but there’s stickers on them, how do you get ’em off?
Me– Some people use lighter fluid to loosen them but that fucks with the cover, I just try to peel them with my fingernail. It’s a pain in the ass but sometimes it works.
Drunk- Oh, like this?…
And with that he tried to peel off the sticker but ended up tearing off a big part of the back cover
Me-….uh…I guess that’s one way of doing it
Drunk-Yeah, that works.

Sunday Music 9/25/11

Tuxedomoon-No Tears
These guys are/were from San Francisco and started in 1977. This is from the No Tears e.p. released in 1978 [to listen click on speaker/arrow icon below]

I Hate Me, part 196,332

I recently had a talk with the dog about pulling her own weight around the house. You know helping out with chores, that kind of thing. Well she decided to help out by helping me archive my old cassettes. I thought they were in pretty good shape but the dog had other ideas. She decided on something a little more organic, storage wise. Her radical plan involves chewing up the tapes, eating the parts that she deems are worthy of archiving and then storing them in her own shit. I’m not sure I agree with her methods but she thinks it’s a simple, elegant, environmentally aware solution. Or it could just be a scathing review of my music.

Tape archiving pt.1


Tape archiving pt. 2

Tucson Telephone Directory, July 1955. Part 4

Here’s the remainder of the stuff I scanned. [click on image to enlarge]

I Hate Me, Part 255,301

I went to Foodtown after work, while shopping I saw a deli guy who I always see when I’m there. I asked him how it was going and he said “You know what they say in that old gospel song…swing low, sweet chariot”. I know that song as an old spiritual made famous by Paul Robeson. Robeson had an insanely deep voice and it’s fun to try and sing as deep as he did. I know he was great actor and athlete as well as a singer, he was also early civil rights casualty and was treated extremely badly by our government, but still… So I instinctively sang back in my deepest voice (in reality,not so deep) “Comin’ for to carry me home” As I did this I noticed a middle aged black guy at the other end of the counter glaring at me. Me being my usual paranoid self thought that maybe he thought I was being racist, when it was probably just a critique on my shitty voice, so I sputtered “ I..was just tryin’ to do sing as low as Paul Robeson.” It was a panic move, I’m not saying that no one knows who Paul Robeson is anymore but it’s an odd thing to blurt out, about as odd and dumb as trying to sing a line from an old spiritual in Foodtown. The guy shook his head and walked away. I quickly headed to the checkout, staring at my feet.

Paul Robeson

Sunday Music, 9/18/11

Sonic’s Rendezvous Band-Electrophonic Tonic
SRB (as they are sometimes referred as) was a Detroit super-group; Fred “Sonic” Smith (MC5), Scott Morgan (Rationals), Gary Rasmussen (The Up), and Scott Ashton (Stooges). They only released one single, but a bunch of live stuff exists which is pretty amazing. High octane Detroit grunt, that makes you think “what if…”. This is from Live, Masonic Auditorium, Detroit 1978 (Alive Records). This set is also included in a four cd box set (to listen click on song title below)

01 Electrophonic Tonic

Tucson Telephone Directory, July 1955. Part 3

Here’s some more from 1955 Tucson: