I just discovered Jeff Buckley!

Exploding Dog
Exploding Dog

Last night I had the first, of hopefully many, listening parties where I invite friends to bring over songs and/or albums that they believe is the shit, or as I like to say make yuh pores raise.  And we listen, and if we like, we swap music. I thought this would be a great way to find out about new to you artists, and well, talking about music is one of my favorite things. 

Since this was the first, I wasn’t sure of how to go about the listening part of it.  I didn’t want to force people into sitting in a circle to listen.  I’m also very shy, so only a few people actually did some listening and discussing.  I think for the next I’ll designate a time for the actual listening, and maybe a M.C. to direct everyone. 

There’s so many possibilities…  One friend recommended that people should say why they like this song, or maybe talk about the memories they associate with the song(s).  Themes were also suggested.  A little focus couldn’t hurt. 

All in all it was a fun party.  It was great to see everyone enjoying themselves. 

I discovered Jeff Buckely’s amazing voice and his awesome version of Lilac Wine.  

 

 

I finally heard the Dead Confederates and I’m hooked. 

 

 

 

And tons more that I’m still digesting.

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Panopticon

Note:  This is the second installment for what I think is a short story or something…  Not quite sure what it is.  Previous post: Seeker: Compos Mentis?

 

I’m not sure which trigger ignited the sparks that lead to the explosion. Maybe it’s the weather. I heard on Good Morning World that for most, the change in spells and the after the holidays time causes the dysphoric Black Bile affliction. Or maybe it’s the recurring nightmare  I’ve been having, where I’m being chased by vampires. Or maybe it’s of all these things: Weather, Black Bile, Vampires.

All I remember was my heart and my mind were in a race, which can go faster than my motions in real time. And he was there, louder and angrier than ever before.

“Well of-course.  You were feeding me elixirs all night.”
“That’s because you wouldn’t stop talking.”
“It’s what I do best hon. You wouldn’t clip a bird’s wings, or lock him up in a cage when flying is the best thing he can do? Or would you?”

It was 8:00am and Paramour was already dressed and trying to ignore the pace I was going at. I was rambling something with conviction, and she casually agreed. I felt her kissing my cheek, as I lay on the sleep levitator with my eyes closed, head hot with thoughts. I then heard the front door open and closed. I wanted to tell her not to leave me alone with him. But I didn’t want her to worry. I told myself to suck it up.

He was rummaging through all of the possible outcomes. Like a monkey, he swung on each thought, “First, you’d be relieved from your position and replaced.  After a month or so of no work, Paramour will leave you for Alex, the Information Scientist. LOL!. You’d have to move out, but where to? You’d probably end up like the homeless woman you see everyday at the teleport.  Hair all in a mess like it never ever saw a comb.  Dirty with duck tape wrapping around your infected leg.  And yes, you’d scream, dance, and do whatever for a sip. You know she’s probably around your age.  LMAO, destitution really sucks. Eventually, you’d lose it and assault a pedestrian. Then finally, you’d be banished. Now if you listen to me, things won’t have to go this far, don’t pass go, don’t collect $200 won’t even have to apply to you ever again.”

Knowing what his solution was, I decided to wave the analyst, “Hello, hello…,” and then my sonic Bluetooth chip lost the signal. I waved again, nothing. And again, until finally the analyst waved me back.

“Hello, Nicodemus?” Here is where everything becomes a blur. All I remember is my head overheating. And the door rang, and I was letting in five Robo-commandos.

I offered them coffee, and waved, “Do you like micro-organic eggs, scrambled micro-eggs?”  They were indifferent. But really, was it me, him, or the elixir that was offering Robo-commandos coffee, waving if they liked micro scrambled eggs?

“What does it matter now who offered them coffee? That future is dead.”

Getting down to the lobby area, the building’s super was waving with five more Robo-commandos. I wasn’t embarrassed then. No, in a strange way I was excited, but I wasn’t sure what I was excited about.

We were getting close to the door, and I was trying not to trigger my flight simulation program, where I run up the block as fast as Neo from the Matrix. So, I created a simple pop-up code in my mainframe, a cute funny distraction that waved, “I feel like one of our luminary deities needing protection from the Web-Paps with their web-cam eyes waiting to take ‘The Picture’.” One of the Robo-commandos however, read my mind and overrode the code I was using to distract them. He demanded that we wait in the lobby for the airbus’s arrival.

“Ha, like anyone ever outran a Robo-commando, at least not all 10 of them in a hail storm.”

On the airbus, I was incredibly chatty with the Robo-Emergency Action Figures (R-EAF). I was hoping to overload their inboxes with instant messages. I’ve never been that chatty even in a chat room with close friends.

“That’s because you could have never thought that up by yourself.  Using your tabs as an evasion tacit, to open up chat windows instead of going into a sleep mode that you thought could stop them…ROFL. Don’t fret I’m not going to tell. We’ve went through this before.”
“And did that really help? Like we could stop their advanced cookies from tracking those thought waves, as they run a diagnostic on my cerebral cortex.”

Even with all the pop-ups, they read those thought waves and they made their assessment, and gave no reply to my invitation for coffee that day. At some point one of them asked if I had anyone they should contact. I sonic waved Paramour of course. She was in high court when I interrupted with my inappropriate euphoria. She panicked as I laughed nonsensically.

Once I arrived at the Panopticon, I waited for my preliminary interview.  Robo-takers (RTs) did the interview. RTs never make eye-contact. The first RT ran a diagnostic on my mainframe. Questions, that I rudely re-routed to the RT’s inbox. Useless. I was becoming more anxious, looking for ways to escape.

Once the preliminary interview was over, I was whisked away to my second, where I was asked the same questions again. I gave them shit for the obvious lack of communication between their servers. I was becoming less charming and entertaining, and more irritable and a nuisance. I kept pushing their buttons while the RT scanned my body for any irregularities. They wanted to make sure I was healthy enough for the experiments that the Scientists were to perform. They discovered that my heart rate was unusually high. I joked that my unusual heart rate was due to probing overload. They asked if I used any accelerant RAM. “Never, only elixirs. Accels would completely overload my mainframe, and I’d crash,” I giggled. It was becoming difficult to sit still and to hold back the laughter.

They took my Earth shoes and gave me their socks with traction at the base. Then, they escorted me to the day room where the others were. The Panopticon was exactly what you’d think a Panopticon to be: with us, there were RTs locked inside the circular space of the Panopticon, and even though the watch tower wasn’t high above in the clouds, the eye was still capable of seeing everything. Somewhat like the eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings.

I was introduced to the head RT on shift. His face was emotionless and cold. I timidly walked into the day room where everyone was watching the news. There was a woman waving loudly in a thick Brooklyn accent, “I’m not going to stand this sort of treatment anymore. For 20 years they’ve been probing me. I know the Governor, wait until he hears about this.” Then this kid, who couldn’t be more than 18 yells back, “Shut up already!”
“All these probing, and experiments. For 20 years… I refuse this non-sense.”
“Well then go, no one wants to hear about it. Damn, yo!”
“Do you want an apple?” A guy with a huge scar across his face waved me. I didn’t dare look him in the eye when I waved no. “Hahaha, that’s because you were afraid. And he was completely harmless.”

Even though internally I was leaping out of my skin, I maintained all of the impulsive neurons signaling that I should start singing a song, like the one my mother sang everyday, “Oh what a friend we have in Jesus.” The giggling was insatiable, the worst to subdue. But I was still in control. I wasn’t going to give up. I remember the old woman at the CCRC. I started to giggle a little. I took a deep breath and mumbled. “I’m not going to give up on my mainframe.” 

“Maybe your mainframe will give up on you.  What then?  My solution is your best bet.”
“Just shut-up, alright.”

Knowing was terrifying. Knowing that anything can happen to me in the Panopticon. I had to get out and before sleep mode sets in. My head was throbbing badly. Like the walls of my skull were closing in on my brain. I waved to the nurse, “How long are they going to keep me?”
“If you do exactly what we say and take your control supplements, you will be out of here in no time.” I got the feeling that it was a hologram I was speaking to not a real nurse.

In the Panopticon you’re allowed 15 minutes on a regular payphone. I called the analyst, “You have to get me out of here. I don’t belong here, my mainframe is salvageable, but if I stay here it will die.”
“Nicodemus, do you remember our agreement. Do you remember the contract you signed? Well do you?”
“I do, I do, but this isn’t the time for contracts and who waved what. I can’t stay here.”
“I’ll see what I can do, but I’m not hopeful. The things the R-EAF discovered on your mainframe were disturbing.”
“Just try!”

I heard my entire title being waved, “Nicodemus of South America,” I turned, and it was the head RT.

“You have a visitor,” and he escorted me to the visitor room that was covered with spy-ware. It was Paramour. We embraced. She looked like she was about to break down. I held her firmly.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes, I just need to get out of here.”
“I spoke to the analyst… She doesn’t think they will let you go. The things on your mainframe makes it less likely. Do you remember what you waved?”
“No. I lost all the footage for some weird reason. It’s there but as soon as I try accessing those scenes, my memory starts skipping or freezes up.”
“Your mainframe is getting worse.”
“I know,” I snapped, and then quickly held her hand apologizing. She started to cry.
“Para, please don’t… Not here… I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

Recession Chardonnay: The Bail Out

You have to wonder and worry about people who refuse the stimuluPresident Obamas package and want the new president to fail.  I mean, if he fails then America, and Americans would suffer the consequences of his failure.   It means that poverty would be at an all time high and ultimately this will result in the economic demise of one of the greatest countries in the world.  You have to be an incredibly spiteful and a stupid individual to wish this and believe that the economy would survive this blow.  Anyway, here’s some tunes for those haters.

 

 

  

Township1Township‘s Township.  I saw these guys a couple of weeks ago at the band J.A.C.K’s record release show, and they blew me and my lover away.  Granted I’m not a huge fan of classic rock, but these guy’s professional delivery, exceptional live playing, and general awesome stage presence made me buy their CD at the end of their set.  Faves: Sinister Minister, Beaver Fever, Beyond Free,  Jack Shack, Burnin.

 

 

 

 

J.A.C.KJ.A.C.K‘s Deletist.  The band that I came out to see that night and who I stayed for only one song because…  Well the reason is quite pathetic and I’ll save myself the embarrassment.  Anyway, the vocals for J.A.C.K. is like the gritty goodness of Judas Priest’s Rob Halford mixed with the powerful vocal range of Guns N Roses’ Axl Rose over some psychedelic blues rock.  These guys are playing K&M Bar on April 20th.  Faves: Dracula, The Leader, I Cut Off My Arms, Extinguisher, Rainbow Blood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Photo by Justin Fitch.
Photo by Justin Fitch.

Man In Gray.  The first time I witnessed to the spectacle that was Man In Gray it was at a Deli Show. I stared in amusement as the lead singer was performing while a dog was attached to her hand.  Yes the dog was biting her but she didn’t stop singing and tambourine shaking.  Unfortunately, as of late spring  last year, Man In Gray is no more.  Beside Proton Proton, yet another great band that passed away, Man in Gray was definitely one of my favorite live acts.  I miss these guys, luckily I still own their raucous riot Man In Gray Tour EP.

 

  

 

Torche

Torche‘s Meanderthal is kind of like rock pop vocals over sludge metal.  No, there’s no growling, just harmonizing vocals, which they do so well.  I discovered these guys through Earfarm last year and I’m not at all disappointed.  I initially downloaded the track Healer which lead to some research on the band and a purchase of the entire album.  The next step is a t-shirt purchase.  These guys will be playing at Highline Ballroom on April 19th.  Faves: Triumph Venus, Grenades, Pirana, Speed of the Nail, Healer, Sundown, Little Champion, Without a Sound, Amnesian.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


SusuSusu’s Win. Susu is like if Sleater Kinney and Hot Snakes joined forces.  This artsy noise rock trio is everything I need on days I feel exceptionally disgruntle.  I find their wailing guitars, drums, and vocals very satisfying.  Sometimes I even find myself dancing.   These guys are playing on April 4th at the AnnexFaves: All the songs.

 

 

 

  

 

Jaguar LoveJaguar Love‘s  Take Me to the Sea is fun fun fun.  In fact, they totally remind me of Man In Gray with all the yelpings, squeals, and outright yelling.  They fuse an intoxicating X-Ray Spex, Kathleen Hanna vocals with a sort of funk/hip hop punk vibe into their rock.  They sound like they would be a great band to see live.  Faves: Highways of Gold, Bats Over the Pacific Ocean, Jaguar Pirates, Vagabond Ballroom, Humans Evolve into Skyscrapers, Antoine and Birdskull, My Organs Sounds Like…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Love Is AllLove is All‘s A Hundred Things Keep Me Up at Night.  Is another album that exudes fun and reminds me of X-Ray Spex.  With Cyndi Lauper vocals,  Love is All’s 80’s power pop indie rock sound just makes you want to get up and dance.  This is another band that I’d love to see live.  Faves: New Beginnings, Give It Back, Last Choice, Rumours, Big Bangs Black Holes Meteorites.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jean Grae
Jean Grae

Jean Grae‘s Jeanius. The things I love about this album is the guts,  the humor, the mad intelligent flow… Yeah it’s solid.  You can feel the adrenaline rising in each pause, you can feel the explosion coming, and when it does all yuh pores raise. This is full of enlightenment and whoever said that Hip Hop is dead is looking to the wrong places.  Open your ears to the non-traditional sick shit.  Faves: 2-32’s, Don’t Rush Me, My Story, The Time is Now, #8, This World, Smash Mouth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


telepatheTelepathe‘s Dance Mother.  So against my advice, my lover downloaded Dance Mother.  I was opposed because I’m really not feeling the new wave electronic “rock”  that’s reasserting itself in the music scene.  But even with my disdain for this reassertion, I’m kind of pleased that she didn’t listen to me, because I did find a song or two that on first hearing did bring some joy and usage of phrases such as “that’s kind of awesome.”  At times Dance Mother’s style strangely reminds me of  New Kids On The Block (particularly In Your Line) and Enya (particularly Can’t Stand It)with some 80’s sounding techno mixed in.  These guys are playing Webster Hall April 10th & 11th and the Annex on April 15th.  Faves: In Your Line, Can’t Stand It, Trilogy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


WitchdoctorWitchdoctor‘s The Diary of an American Witch Doctor.  With Witchdoctor’s smooth, liquid butter flow, haunting atmospheric melodies and thought provoking lyricism, yes indeed, Diary… will cast a spell on you.  Think Outkast‘s Aquemini album.  I discovered Witchdoctor after watching an episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force.  There was an add advertising the album.  It was over for me when I heard the short clip for one of the songs. Faves:  Just Like You, Spell on Them Hoes, Cream of the Crop, Oxygen, Jake Got Ya Body, King of the Beasts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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