Archive for March, 2012

Sunday Music 4/1/12

Tyvek-Underwater 2
These guys are from Detroit and this is from their 2010 album Nothing Fits on In the Red records. Good stuff, parts of It remind me of a more rockin’ version of Wire’s first album. [to listen, click on arrow icon below]

Molly Hatchet, The album covers

When I was a sophomore in high school the first Molly Hatchet record came out and I was mislead by the ass kicking Frazetta cover. The cover, Frazetta’s Death Dealer promised a brutal assault of heaviosity (at that point of my life heaviosity was defined by Judas Priest, UFO and early Scorpions). What I got was southern rock, boogie shop, powerfully disappointing. Being stupid, I also bought their next record Flirtin’ with Disaster on the strength of another Frazetta cover. Again I was disappointed. Here’s a short overview of selected Molly Hatchet album covers:
Molly Hatchet, Flirtin’ with Disaster, Beatin’ the Odds– three of the greatest album covers ever, my introduction to Frank Frazetta’s work. If only the rock enclosed lived up to these covers, the mind reels.

Take no Prisoners– The band decided to put themselves on the cover, albeit in extreme fantasy art version, courtesy of Boris Vallejo. “Why not us on the cover, the real warriors.” Actual photographs of Molly Hatchet show them to either be Waffle House doughy or meth addict skinny.

No Guts…No Glory– The first time they used the actual band in a photograph for the cover. It looks like a snapshot from a southern gentlemen fantasy camp.

Silent Reign of Heroes– This is a later record but they’re back to Frazetta like art. Unfortunately the cover of this album looks like the work of a white power band.


Sometimes when we get a collection of records in a lot of them are trashed and instead of throwing them away I make collages out of them. I inflicted a lot of them on John Gall who was kind enough not to press charges. For real collage art check out his Never Always (John’s own work) and Flim Flam (Cool collages he has found), they are both located in the blog roll at right.

I LIKE RECORDS 63/I Hate Me, part 105,920

I was making the rounds through the store asking customers if they needed help, I got to an older couple:
Me- You guys need any help finding anything?
Man-(not looking at me) Can’t I look!?
Me-…uh…yeah…sure…look all you want…we’re open for another six hours
Lady- He’s talkin’ to me
[the lady had one unfocused eye and it was hard to tell who she was talking to]
Man-No, it’s not ok…can’t I look?
Lady-You are Looking!…always looking…(to me) gotta forgive me…I’m hyper
Man-I know!
Lady-Not you, him!
Lady-Yeah…and don’t forget the store credit
Me-…what store credit?
Lady-Not you,him!
Man-…What store credit?!
and then my head exploded

Sunday Music 3/25/12

The Original Three-This is the way I’m walking
This is from a 2005 album called Been Dealt a Losing Hand on Empty Records. I think they’re from the Memphis area and (CAUTION: falling names zone) The Black Lips, Alicja Trout, and Jay Reatard have something to do with this record [click on song title below to listen]
03 This Way Is The Way I’m Walking

I Hate Me, part 244,010

I went to Foodtown to pick up some stuff. It was early afternoon and crowded with old people, this is never good. I went to the deli counter and was waiting, in front of me was an old guy in one one of those motorized shopping carts that the store supplies, they’re like a prehistoric Rascal. They always look cool in a “if I had the balls, I’d use one of those to shop one day, it would be cool or stupid, probably stupid” type way. Anyhow, they’re about the size of a twin bed, are always in the way and move very slowly. So I thought the old guy in the motor cart had ordered and when the deli guy asked if I needed help, Grandpa Munster piped in “I’m next, I’m before him… jesus.” I shrugged and said, fine. A short while earlier when I was at home, I was cutting up some hot peppers and got some hot pepper juice in my eye. It was brutal and my eye was still red and little teary. So the old guy was glaring at me thinking I was trying to cut him and he sees my red teary eye, “You don’t have to cry about it, I was first.” I was somewhat taken aback and tried to explain about the hot pepper and he put up his hand, “aaaachh..I’m ordering here…Yeah, I want two orders of beef stew.. two small orders of stew….Noooo, that’s too small…..Nooo, that’s too big…There’s nothin’ in the middle?…jesus…Gimme the big one but don’t fill it up.” I ordered my chicken and raced to the check out, where I had the small satisfaction of getting ahead of him in line.

like a prehistoric Rascal


Polish Graphic Arts-part 2

Here’s some more from Polnische Graphik der Gegenwart, enjoy. [click on image to enlarge]

Eugeniusz get Stankiewicz-1975

Josef Drazkiewicz-1973

Zofia Glazer-1976

Wlodzimierz Zakrzewski-1955

Tadeusz Trepkowski-1952

Julian Palka-1972

Wiktor Gorka-1961

Henryk Tomaszewski-1969

Bozena Jankowski-1980

Wojciech Zamercznik-1960

Andrzej Klimowski-1977

Tomasz Jura-1973

Henryk Tomaszewski-1965

Jerzy Czerniawski-1974

Jan Mlodozeniec-1971