Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Add Distortion and Reverb to Your Life Today!

I went to the Chinatown Tea Shop today. I went there with the intention to write. Write, I did. But it isn't a great place to write. It's far too interesting. Starbucks is a better place to write because it won't be interesting, and there won't be anybody interesting there, except pretty girls who buy iced lattes. But why would I be interested in anybody who gets Starbucks, particularly Iced Lattes? But who the hell am I to judge? I'd be in there too. But I don't do Starbucks generally. Even though I wrote most of my first attempted novel in Starbucks. But that was in Seattle. You can't escape it in Seattle. Starbucks is a patch on the Seattle-cultural quilt. Like the Spoonman and the Space Needle. (The former should be lauded, the latter explauded.)

Anyhow, I shouldn't go to the Chinatown teashop to write. I should go there to think. I should go there with people. So if anyone's interested in meeting me at the chinatown tea shop, let me know. La Vie de Boheme, c'est vrai.

I could sublet my room and live in coffee shops. I don't know wherefrom my income would originate. But I'd have no address so nobody could bill me. Matti Pellonpaa lived that way. Of course, Matti Pellonpaa died that way. I don't think I'm strong enough for that kind of life.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Fear, hope, with a squirt of of cynical hyperbole

Rampant corporatism running amuck is the AIDS of society.

Some good stuff.

I have come to the conclusion that the only people who have ever known how to do anything are Picasso, Beethoven and Stevie Wonder; all anybody else has ever figured out all--if anything--is how to cover their own ass.

...cursor is even greater than normal. Things are abuzz. I hope it's a sign of turning point towards a brighter future... not a big fall into the big black pit...

(I will get to Downfall...I promise. I have formulate my critique--I had a complex reaction to it. My criticism is akin to Bo B's, the first reader review, scroll down. But with a nuance to it I can't quite pinpoint at the moment.)

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Post Employment Fever!

Author's note: To be read with snappy-rhythmed samba in the background, like the music to the end credits of "Brazil."

When I got fired Friday I was in a sort of surreal euphoria. I had meant to go to the tea shop in chinatown. But I ended up at the Time Square stop. And there was some music—the guy was playing "Brazil" on a cheesy keyboard and it was really danceable, and he had the little dancing figures moving their butts. And I aped the moving figures. It was a good moment. I was just left reeling, and I could dance in the 42nd street subway station. And then I danced over to the scientology table. I started talking to them as I grooved. One guy asked me if I was stressed yeah. Heck, I just got fired. He wanted to know if I knew the book he got. Dianetics. Of course, I said. You know what's it's about? Yeah, like emotional tone scales and such. Well, he said, that's part of Scientology. But this is Dianetics, he said. But it's all part of a continuum of the philosophy or whatever, I said, right?. He wanted to know how I knew about emotional tone scales. I said I dabble in esoterica. I'm interested in ideas. Then some other people came up and sat down to use the magnetized emotion readings. And so I danced along to the infectious beat over to another Sci-Fi table. And I sat down and I picked up the pair of cylindrical emotion meters. I said how do these work? And she told me to sit down and hold the electronic emotion readers. She asked me if I had any stress. I said, heck yeah, I just got fired today. I was futzing with the cylinders and she told me not to move around. I said it was hard not to move because the music was so fun—really makes you want to dance, and she smiled and said , yeah. But I have to be still she said. And we looked at the metered over the right part of the scope—that's the stress area. And she told me to think of something stressful; I said, laugning, that that was easy! I just got fired! And so the stress meter went to the far end. I watched it dutifuly. It was wavering a bit, but it mostly commited itself to the upper range. Okay, she said,
think about something else stressful. Okay I said. And tried to think of something else stressful. And I said you'll have to excuse me, I'm having trouble thinking of something else. That's okay. Take your time. Okay, I said, I'm thinking about something else. I was thinking about the lack of female companionship in these vast tracts of my short life, and I pinpointed it down in my mind. But I was still reeling in the wake of being fired just an hour previous. I told her I was thinking about this other problem, but I can't get the idea that I was just fired out of my head. It was just really making me so angry. She said that was okay. She asked if I knew this book. Dianetics. And I said of course. I said Of course, L Ron Hubbard. He was a science fiction book writer. I used to read some of his stuff. Most of it isn't any good. But I read this one called The Lietenant and it was pretty darn good post-apocalyptic story about how everything is in chaos and this army lietenant leads his army, trying to get in touch with the rest of the armed forces, trying to bring law to a lawless land—I think he gets shot at the end. She nodded her head with those cult-glazed eyes, because she didn't seem to care, muttered something about how she knew he was a writer—I said I don't think The Lietenant in print any more, but you should check it out-- she handed me the book and made me read the back cover. And it said something about our „reactive mind“ and I said, what's the „reactive“ mind? And she said that it's a place where all your bad thoughts and feelings go. Why is it called reactive, I said, I mean not every one of our mental processes that are „reactive“ are bad. For instance, if I'm too close to the subway when it's coming out of the tunnel on past the platform my mind reacts automatically by making me step away from the dangerous zooming machine! You're missing the point, she said. The reactive mind is where all our bad thoughts come from. Well, why is it called „reactive?“ Isn't that a sloppy term? You should call it a „negative reactive mind“ or something. And she said that I was missing the point. So I left her off the hook on that one and I read more of the back cover. And it said that if you get rid of the reactive mind then you get rid of your stress. That's very problematic idea for me, but I didn't go into detail because I was distracted by the quotes on the bottom of the page. There was one from John Travolta, and another by Chick Corea. I said, Oh Chick Corea! He's great. Well, I mean his old stuff was great. Oh yes! She said. Yeah. He was in this group in the early seventies called Circle, and it was with Sam Rivers and Anthony Braxton—Toni Braxton's dad by the way! I said—and Sam Rivers, brilliant musician, and I think it was Stanley Clarke (or was it Dave Holland—Stanley Clark and Chick hooked up later, maybe) and Chick Corea with Barry Altschul—an amazing drummer, I said. He's really great. It was great band. (And, yes K-man, and other Jazzheads, I think I got the Circle -line-up wrong) and they called their band Circle because they were going to circle through all the world's different belief systems. And they tried buddhism and Islam and whatever and when they got to Scientology Chick Corea and Stanley Clarke decided to stick with it and the band broke up and Chick Corea and Stanley Clarke started Return to Forever which I liked when I was kid but in retropect they were terrible. And then my cellphone rang so I was off the hook, I said I had to take this call and I stood up and took the call and didn't return to the scientologist table.


Some day I'll do a post about why Downfall is a stupid movie.

This scares me.

What do we got here?

Friday, September 23, 2005

These are "found" transmissions from the Stockhausen--Mississippi Blues Continuum Galactic Transmitter: (Email exchange between the Errorist and Sarcasmus)(K-man world traveller--any additional thoughts? How does Stevie Wonder fit in?)

No shit, Anthony is Toni's dad?


I want to hear the father/daughter album!!

The alan licht album's good, huh? I listened to it before burning, because it'd
been a couple
years, and i assumed i would've outgrown it or something. that it'd sound
late-90s dated. but it
actually sounds better now. the swells and fades are natural and powerful and
the energy is not
forced. i like the trumpet playing and the way the electronics and guitars are

i'm a big loren mazzacane connors fan, he's a white art dude (painter by first
choice apparently,
the guitar is a hobby) who plays 'blues'; ...

---------extended digression alert!

...i'm a mega blues fan, and your thoughts about that make me want to make you a
super blues mix
cd immediately. you saw ghost world right? it's all summed up in that... early
blues, and late
blues too (though in very very different ways, approximately the difference
between elvis and
public enemy) did things that no other music has ever done. spiritual ghost
music, earthy fucking
music, often unified into one. types of beauty available nowhere else.

but white boys play with cheap distortion pedals in bands called things like
Blues Hammer, and
think it's the same thing.


digression-within-digression: yesterday i passed a half-empty bar that was
blasting "When the
Levee Breaks". Bummer. It may be one of Zep's high (or low) points, but it's
surely one of the
worst parodies of the blues ever.

the song they rave about in Ghost World, skip james' "devil got my woman" really
is as good as
they say. There is nothing else like that song anywhere. and there's many other
songs like that
(in a nothing else like that kind of way) - robert johnson is just one of many
who will chill the
spine until it's frozen. the whole universe of music is in the blues, one way or
another. i could
listen to nothing else but 'blues' my whole life and never get bored.

---------end digression!

anyway, loren m.c. somehow avoids the white blues curse, by making something
OTHER entirely, using
some blues tropes and tossing out all the 'authenticity' traps. long floating
bent notes in
ambient soundspaces. lots of missed notes and string noise. sort of a noise
approach to blues,
without any pretentious 'fusion' bullshit, it's just a thing among other things.
it's good. his
wife also is a great singer, in an over-the-top sobby kind of way, and when she
sings a song with
him occasionally, it's totally transcendent. remind me to make a copy.

hm, this was gonna be a short reply, but as usual it got out of control;
more later.

--- wrote:

> what is fado?
> The OMH box set is pretty great. It takes a long time to realize how
> great. But I love electronics. You know.
> The ambient jazz is the alan licht thing you burnt me. Very sweet. I'll
> have to burn you some Roscoe Miller. And the Dave Holland quartet. With
> Sam Rivers and Anthony Braxton. (Toni Braxton's dad, maybe you knew
> that.)
> That whole thing about all music sounding the same...yeah. Some of it
> ACTUALLY does sound the same. But usually it sounds the same because it
> is a genre or style that you are unaccustomed to. You haven't learned
> the rules of it. I have a pet theory that the things that you find
> annoying and repetitive in music you don't like or unaccustomed to are
> EXACTLY the things that you come to love in it if you open yourself to
> it. I don't know if that would work with Clint Black. I mean, I HATED
> Salt N Peppa when I was a kid. But know I LOVE them. I think they're
> great. Yeah, but Techno is hopeless in America. For years it was
> laughed at. Then it became popular, but all the popular stuff is
> absolute total shite. Irony being that Techno was invented in America
> by wacky black dudes in Detroit. And house by weirdos in Chicago. And
> all that shit is the absolute best techno ever made. The early rave
> culture stuff in London was good. Though, that produced so much shit
> that it probably will not be appreciated, probably ever. Chemical
> Brothers took what was uninteresting about it and sold it as the new
> rock. I love Drum N Bass, but in the same way that I love the Mexican
> Pizza at the Chinese Mexican place. It is not good for me at all, but I
> can't get enough of it. DrumNBass is sort of the electronic equivalent
> of Metallica; except that it doesn't take much talent to put together a
> decent beat. It takes skill and work though--like pacing a horror flick
> effectively. Not everyone can do it. And you have to have a lot of
> angst to get into it, I think.
> Blues is a hard one for me. I don't really get much into it. I like
> Robert Johnson. Especially if I'm feeling sick and insomniacal. I know
> this because leslie had his collected recordings and I got to know it
> lonely nights in Burgos. I realized how much shit (see Rolling Stones
> et al.) was stolen from him. Also I've heard some Muddy Waters and I
> think he's a genius. Hell, he invented hard rock. But people like Eric
> Clapton and anything of that blues that has a chorus pedal is total
> total shite. It's kill me now music. Yuppie's with nothing to live for
> music. The worst. So I know there's good blues.
> I always wanted to write about Satie. He died totally poor, in a
> cellar, or something. In Squalor. Just like Vincent Price's dad, the
> inventor of Baking Soda. I can't remember. His music is beautiful. Not
> Vincent Price. Satie. I need to hear more of it. He kind of presaged
> ambient. Or maybe I read that in the David Toop Oceans of Sound. I
> can't remember. He presaged post minimalism(!)
> -----Original Message-----
> From: ero
> To:
> Sent: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 12:33:12 -0700 (PDT)
> Subject: Re: hymnen part 2
> i think thursday is good. this thursday. next thurs, not so good, for
> obvious
> reasons. i did a
> quick test the other day at home, and it seems like it'll work. i need
> to buy
> some long speaker
> cord. and su's laptop power cord cuts out spontaneously at times, so
> there's
> some potential
> battery life issues. (might should borrow jake's, except then we'd be
> out of
> winampland. know
> anyone with a good pc laptop?)
> i know nothing about modern composition. except that i've listened to a
> fair
> amount of it here &
> there. but usually, knowing nothing of the theoretical underpinning,
> i'm left to
> whether it sounds
> good or not. and the results are usually mixed. consequently, i know i
> like the
> minimalists, and i
> have some serial composer i randomly copied from a library cd, who i
> like
> listening to, because
> the sound of the random piano notes is soothing in a windchime-like
> way.
> otherwise i am innocent
> as a babe.
> i like satie, but that's not fair. and i don't claim to understand what
> he did
> either, it just
> works as music for airports.
> it's like pornography/art. i know it when i see it.
> which, come to think of it, is about how i respond to 'classical' music
> also.
> mozart usually
> irritates because the intervals seem trite (to me, he's the eric
> clapton of
> classical, undoubtedly
> brilliant but overly integrated through no fault of his own into what
> now sounds
> like blandness);
> mahler and shostakovich usually seem overbearingly bombastic.
> otherwise, i don't
> know my head from
> my ass.
> i'm listening to the rough guide to fado now, it's reassuringly
> familiar and
> unfamiliar at the
> same time.
> such a wierd process, learning the language of music as you listen. a
> friend of
> ours once
> complained about all techno sounding the same. i explained to her that
> all blues
> sounds the same
> to a lot of people.
> of course, a lot of techno DOES all sound the same.
> of course, so does a lot of blues.
> in both cases, only the shitty stuff.
> for what it's worth, EVERYONE sends personal email at work. (at least i
> hope
> so!) the trick is to
> look like you're working hard, when people are stressed, and then you
> build up
> slack credit...
> fuck bad conversation. but sometimes it happens.
> sometimes even good conversation seems bad though. dunno. i can barely
> finish a
> coherent sentence
> these days.
> --- wrote:
> > I haven't heard that. I have heard comparatively little Stockhausen.
> > Whenever I hear him, though, it blows me away. I have one CD,
> Kontakt,
> > I think it is called. It is percussion plus electronics. And it is
> > amazing. I just don't know how the hell he did it using the
> technology
> > that he had. Of all the avant garde guys who are pre/anti-minimalist,
> > he's the one who seems to make the most human music. It's not
> everyday
> > listening. I'll make a copy of Kontakt if yr interested. I have made
> > you and Su a huge pile of CDs. Considering that I have recieved over
> > the time I've known you accumulatively a huge stack of cds from you,
> it
> > was the least I could do.
> > Back in music school I heard some orchestral stuff he did. His
> invented
> > a system of orchestration called Klangerfarbenmelodie. I don't
> remember
> > exactly what that means, but it is basically a kaleidoscope of
> timbres.
> > I don't know how much you know about serial music--and how much you
> > need to know. But the basic idea was to decenter our sense of pitch,
> > timbre and rhythm. Weber is the God of the serialists. Schoenberg
> being
> > merely a Wagnerite, despite the fact that he invented serialism. Or
> > dodecaphonics.
> > I don't know what my job is anymore. So I posted on the blog, and
> > responding to you. Guess I'll see how long I get away with this
> before
> > I get fired.
> >
> > Did we want to do a sound test/check thing on Thursday? I was
> thinking
> > of getting a drink with one of my new Brooklyn friends then, anyways.
> > And on Friday everyone is going to the Beergarden. I went to the beer
> > garden three days in a row last week. That was fun. The one night
> > Patrick was there, great conversation. The other nights the
> > conversation was some of the worst I've ever been in. I feel guilty
> > because my coworker Nelly is busy with work. But I don't know what
> the
> > fuck I'm supposed to be doing. But back to the conversation. You know
> > how you listen to other people and you wonder why the fuck they are
> > wasting their times saying such stupid things? Well I was involved in
> > some of those conversations. It's not like they're bad people, or
> even
> > stupid. It's just the conversations were BAD. So cheers. Or in the
> > words of Stockhausen blllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep p p
> p
> > p mugggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazoooomomomooo
> >
> errrrroooooooopstupidamericansdieintheirstupidlookingbuildingsisbeautiful
> > --letthemfallontheirownimperialistphallussword

Part II (by The Errorist)

well, supposedly it starts over a century ago with black fife-and-drum bands.
and of course work
songs, and spirituals. the blues heyday lasted from the 20s to the 60s, a 40
year span after which it mostly became kind of a parody of itself (just like rock- only lasted from the 40s to the 80s). what we know of it is totally wrapped up in the changes in recording technology. the earliest stuff is an oral history form almost, in which everyone shared lyrics and wrapped their styles and topics around regional variations of a sort of universal currency of music. as records started arriving, people started imitating stars and originating schools of music, also changing their sounds and song structures to record better- playing hot 2 minute songs instead of strong 4 hour songs, if you follow me. and by the time jimi hendrix came along, 'the blues' was already in sci-fi land and had crossbred so many times that only white folks talked about 'the blues' anymore. sort of like going to a hip hop club and asking the dj for some al green. The whole notion of blues is retroactively imposed, like taking all of black pop from the last couple decades and calling it 'urban'; which will probably happen, actually. but there's disco, and funk, and sixties soul, and the philly sound, and prince, and old-school hip hop, and gangsta, and new jack swing, and... 'the blues' contains at least as much differentiation. so the blues really does contain multitudes. though usually when people talk
about it, regrettably, they start with eric clapton and get as far as bb king and muddy
waters. they think
it all goes,
and has someone named "Blind HotDog Freddy" singing about how he was maimed by a

But that's a pretty small part of it.and in that time it encompassed a ton of sophistication and also raw scrapy madness. sometimes at the same time. muddy waters was a great figure, but his rival howlin' wolf was more popular in their chicago heyday. a 6'5" 300-lb dude who howled and growled and climbed the curtains during shows. and the quote about his voice, appropriately, from sam phillips, the sun records guy: "here was where the soul of man never dies".. beefheart and then tom waits owe much of their vocal schtick to him, but it wasn't far from his speaking voice. crazy. his bands rock
harder than just about anything before or since.

i also love his predecessor, charlie patton, the first big mississippi blues
star, (and sort of a demented musical father figure to robert johnson), a half-cherokee one-quarter black one-quarter white guy who looks vaguely foppish & menacing in the only photo, but whose voice, like the wolf's, sounds like a steamroller. totally amazing. and the one-chord drones on guitar are full of polyrhythms, accent stutters, strange moments where his voice and guitar trade parts. but in his own way he was playing pop songs, and had the first hit records. like a lot of these guys he had a long career and was semi-nomadic, and everywhere he played, people imitated him.
but he was most successful because he had records, which startled the hell out of all the
musicians around him.

there's also the 'female' blues (bessie smith, ma rainey, et al), which came out
of vaudeville, sold way more records than the boys, predates most of them, and often sounds
totally different-more roots-of-jazz, with hot clarinet wanking and dense hard piano. some of that
stuff is amazing.

or piano-based blues sort of has its own world, with the boogiewoogie and
barrelhouse heavies.

and whole galaxies of ragtime and roots gospel and other styles that have folded
into blues in retrospect; jug bands prospered in memphis, and some of that is great fun funky music, sort of like the hidden grandfather of the meters.

anyway, i'll stop. i can talk for hours about this shit.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Mad shit

Fucking, mad, mad shit.

I'm telling you man

Wilson Jones is the way to fucking go when you're going binders.


Arianna via Atrios.

Wednesday is Sloppy Link Day

Fucking beautiful Binder. It's a Wilson Jones Clear Front Hanging Ring Binder.
The Three Christs of Toledo.

Kangaroo pouch ulcers.

It is Wednesday, is it?

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Arguments about art

When I was in Spain, I cut this out of the International Herald-Tribune a week before the Papa passed away. It is probably my favorite clipping of all time. I sent a photocopy of it to a famous writer with whom I am in occasional correspondance. I told him, I've enclosed a photograph of the pope a week before his death--it's kind of like a Francis Bacon painting. His response?

It's a lot better than any Francis Bacon he's ever seen. He said it summed up his opinion about Bacon: "You've seen one screaming Pope, you've seen them all."

When I get internet set-up at home again I'll post the exact wording of his letter. It's priceless.

(I think if you click on the photo it'll enlarge!)

Sunday, September 18, 2005


I read somewhere, I'll have to find the link to it, but Stockhausen, who might possibly be the greatest living composer of western music of the post-war era, said something extremely controversial but brain-lobe provoking: Something to the effect that the act of 9-11, specifically the crash of the planes into the WTC was the greatest work of art in the history of humankind. I don't know how to respond to this. Stockhausen must know more about art than me, because he's a genius, but obviously anything involving the willful death of innocent lives involved in a "work of art" has some problematic aspects. I mean Christo and his big umbrella falling over and killing a passerby is one thing. Where does the Holocaust fit into this scheme of things. I mean, sure, Hitler wasn't the first guy to try to kill a bunch of Jews, or commit Genocide (see Turkey via Armenians, or US via sloppily imported Africans, or US via native cultures etc etc)--but what efficiency! Hitler had the master's stroke. I suppose the argument is that within the symbolism and the originality act of violence lies the art. Still problematic. Something to think about, I guess. Anyhow, if 9-11 is not the greatest work of art in history of humankind (Other contenders that caused much bloodshed, like THe Pyriamids should be considered!) then the following gets my vote:

This. Thanks to Monsieur Duffy. (I don't think he reads my blog, but thanks anyway.)

Genius. I have a CD of south Indian drumming playing in the background, and it goes PERFECT.

Thursday, September 15, 2005


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Thursday, September 08, 2005


I always love the super-pak. This is the best one yet, probably.

Plus, avery fascism for $995.

Not to worry

Men. Our obsolence. Could happen.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

OJ sounds like a nice name. Ohhhh-jayyyyyyyyyy

The real etc.

(Hint to GW: GOD is the new Osama/Saddam.)

Monday, September 05, 2005

Vegus Dada Tangerine-bless and Greg Palast

Must 2b read.

Plus: Hurricane Tetsuo update:

A&S World Travelling Correspondant Reports From The Eye of the Storm!

In case you are bored you can check out how I am doing...As you can see one big ass Typhoon with an eye only a mother could love is heading straight on towards my village in south western Ehime. I will not make light of the situation because last year we were hit with 8 and families lost their homes and thier were mud slides (here and in other villages --we didn't get the mudslides, thank goodness --I live at the bottom of the mountains.) But over the last year I have fallen in love with this state of the art technology. As part of the Angry and Sloopy community I thought I would share with you Typhoon number 13 (they don't give them names here.) who looks to be as mean and nasty as the blog you wrote last month when you arrived home drunk after winning 3 fights and losing all your money at the Yonkers race track--as well as your can up date it and refresh it and give it a name if you like. But check out the eye of this storm. It's huge....I have never seen anything like it....K

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Peace in the Middle-East

One possible route: falafal.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Friday, September 02, 2005

Look dude, uh

First of all, keep in mind, these are AMERICAN deaths. Via Cursor. (The Corner is a rightwing supersite, just in case you didn't know.) These aren't some rattly-tattly backwater, wushy-gushy types in some godforesaken sewage, nuclear fallout radioactive zone. These are honest-to-god folks; hardworking; plainspeaking; McDonald's eating Walmart shopping, er, folks.

Secondly, because Katrina was an act of G-d, or chaos, and therefore unpredictable, Bush's blundering of the aftermath is his own damn fault.

But in the case of 9-11, wherewith the president in question and/or his staff had been forewarned with regards to terrorist attacks, including those involving planes smashing into buildings, he is not at fault, and therefore is entitled to do whatever he wants.

This includes making up data to engage into warfare with whatever country he and his backers wish to do so with. And when he makes a blunder of these self-indulgences and further indangers his own country with said self-indulgences then we must keep in mind that he is not accountable and not responsible and there is no need for any explanation for his actions. Ipso facto, ergo, ie..Afghanistan, Iraqistan, Pakistan, Iranistan--been there done that...NEXT!

It's good that we have a balance in this country. That we liberals and conservatives keep each other in check. It is unfortunate that it took a tragic Hurricane to illuminated the whole matter for me. I don't know about you. (Lord knows GW has, forthcoming, a bit of hard work.)

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Stay the course

How can our government blame our own citizens for staying the course--when staying the course has been the whole argument about keeping our troops in Iraq. The real heroes are the ones who stayed. These colors don't run. (via atrios) Fucking-ass hypocrites.

I've been re-watching The Office. It's a lot less funny the second time around. Maybe it's because I work in an office now. But I'm basically realizing that the genius of it is that it's a tragicomedy. Which is funny, because tragicomedy is a funny word. It's such a flipping great show. It's not as good as Cassavettes. But it is pretty damn great.

It's one of those things. The super-cyber hacker I know and her fiance play sad songs; they played a great new song about a birdfeeder and a guy who shoots at the birds and we all laughed at it. Afterwards she explained to me, bitterly perplexed, it's not a funny song!

That's comedy. We laugh at it because it isn't funny.

Angry and Sloppy's World Travelling Correspondent

Correspondent K-man X has dropped me a note. I thought I'd share it with the internet community. The drummer he is referring to is a guy named Ali the Juma. Also known as Juma Sutan. He's a percussionist who specializes in African Percussion (he studied in Senegal.) Back in the sixties he played with everybody, Coltrane, Sun Ra, Ornette Coleman, but mostly with Archie Shepp, I believe. Anyhow, Ali is the computer tech person in my office. He set up the network in our office, and he troubleshoots things when they go wrong. But I always ask him about the old days. And, oh yes, the connection between Ali/Juma and K-man X is as follows: Ali/Juma played with Barry Altshcul, a genius avant-garde drummer (the first white man to play on blue note, apparently) and K-man X took some drum lessons from Barry back in our MFA days at Sarah Lawrence. The official reporter/corresponder of Angry and Sloppy, K-man X, has been doing some research on Kinski, Juma and the Japanese coast, so I'd thought I share. I fixed some of the spelling errors, except Speilberg, just to emphasize that although K-man X is not a very angry person, he is sloppy. And his travels on foot would be approved of by A&S patron saint Herzog...

Hi Dan,
I loved that Kinski page. I have been listening to alot of Sam Rivers
and have been pretty bored so I have been researching, on the net of
course, his history...check out this quote....

August, 1969 ?
Woodstock, NY
Jeff Evangelista, Jimi Hendrix researcher/archivist, correspondence
02.04.18 and 02.05.26:
"Sam has mentioned in interviews that Alan Douglas set up a jam with
him and Jimi at the Woodstock retreat house (Jimi's rented house), and
they had a play. Your session dates helped tremendously because I think
I have narrowed the time-frame down to August 1969. From your notes, it
looks like Sam was in Europe (Poland etc.) for most of the autumn of
1969. And he played in France with Cecil Taylor in late July. Jimi [was
in] Morocco... July 30 through Aug, ...and was at the retreat for most
of August. Of course Woodstock was held Aug 18.

...Anything that might rule out this time-frame? Do you know anything
more about this supposed jam between the two musicians? ...We do have
quite a bit of tapes from this "Woodstock rehearsal" period, but
nothing I can identify with Sam. Jimi was definitely experimenting with
playing with Free Jazz'ers at this time though, as we can hear from the
house tapes and tapes recorded at the Tinker Street Cinema with Earl
Cross on trumpet......"

Was this the gig where your man Puma and Barry played with
Jimi....SHIT...was SAM Rivers there, too. I had no idea that JImi was
definitely eprimenting playing free jazz...I guess I thought that Barry
was rocking out with Foxy LAdy and shit like that!! Guess I was
wrong...dammm.....I wonder what those tapes, if they exist sound
like......this site is kind of crazy... too much info at times and too
little when you want it---but if your bored and if your fans are into
Sam you can post this or just play around with it....there are some
good reviews that are interesting. If anything this is a great snippet
of Jazz history which isn't talked about much....these fans are

sorry about the bold italics...don't know what happened or how to
change it. I found out through various sites that Speilberg didn't
offer Kinski enough money!!! A poor excuse though. But his quotes of
Speilberg are surprisingly polite calling him one of America's greatest
directors. I guess he was hoping for a role in one of the sequels!!!

Hope you are well. Thanks for the offer of books. I would love just
one book if you want to send it....something that would change my
perspective of life, n'shit... I am spending most of time studying
though and feel as though I am through with fiction!! Don't know why.
The last book I read was Blindness by Saramago which I thought was
amazing, and considering what's going on along the Gulf Coast-- I dare
say prophetic... But I also keep next to my bed the Secrect
Sharer...MAN, I can read that over and over and over again and never
get bored....besides that I have been reading some meditation books! I
feel as though I am about to enter a great period of silence, if I
havn't already!! Country living you know; nothing but nature. Every day
last week, since I have been let out of work at noon (classes begn
tomorrow) I went snorkling. The coral reefs here lure some amazing
fish. Some are ugly in that nightmare kind of way while others are
bright yellow and blue. The Jelly fish make it seem as if I'm floating
in a galaxy made of dead stars. But the suckers sting! I have also
taken on an alter ego called Cat Man. After snorkling I go home and nap
for 30 minutes and then go back out and jump the rocky coast line from
rock to rock for about 45 minutes until I reach a magical rock that is
about 10 feet high and lurches over the sea. I walk to it's top and
look out feeling the wind. Then I'll just sit for about 15 minutes and
put those Buddhist books of mine to good use! Afterwards I make the
jump back home. I feel like Jackie Chan. I had to conquor the rocks.
When I first came accross this part of the coast I thougt it was
impossible to explore it because of all the boulders then I decided to
take it on like a challenge. I found a beach that no one goes to (about
10 minutes from the magical rock-buit I have to scale a giant boulder
to get there) and there is one more virgin bech that I found but is
impossible to get to. I have to scale more giant boulders just to see
it but it's to steep to climb down the other side. It's beautifully
isolated and all the better if humans can't get to it. There are still
someplaces on Earth where we can't get to--or don't belong. And the
site of such places makes this whole chapter of mine worth

Hope you are well. Love and blessings, K

We all miss the K-man. Anyone have any suggestions with regarding to what book or books we might send him?