“I’m not one for showing off. But I guess my guitar-playing sticks out.”
Rest in peace, Bert Jansch. I have loved your music ever since I discovered your 1965 self-titled debut record in Twisted Village’s legendary Cambridge basement store. I have since collected several others, and I will cherish them forever. You were better than Nick Drake.
and Donovan loved you maybe most of all.
there are two of them!
For those skeptical as to the veracity of my claim as to his superior musical sens-abilities, here’s Fahey’s version for comparison. By no means a bad recording, just not as good as Bert Jansch’s masterpiece.
To be fair, I believe he did record a better version of the song at some point, though I’m too lazy to go digging through my records to verify this, but I have done extensive surveys with that version, and the vote is unanimous…after playing the two songs back to back, Bert’s version kills it.
Anyways, enough with that shit, right? Here’s another amazing song by Bert.
He was also a founding member of the band Pentangle.
Blues Run the Game
Bert Jansch play’s “Angie”
And that’s how you play a guitar.
The Thankless Task of Living Your Life For You is the blog of artist Brian Faucette, who’s works address systems of meaning and value taken for granted by the bastions of contemporary culture. Faucette works in a variety of media, but here we are given a chance to glimpse his daily explorations of writing and digital graphic works, which he approaches, as in his paintings and sculptures, from an ostensibly formalist position, which is then constantly called into self-reflexive question and doubt as he undercuts the sacred mythology of modernism with the profanity of the earnest.
Glenn Danzig “Welcome to My Book Collection”
then Chuck Biscuits talks about his amazing collection of classic vintage cereal boxes
Available, sometimes, on VHS on ebay and at swap meets near you.
According to the L.A. Times today an Iraqi cult known as Heaven’s Army is trying to wreak chaos all over Iraq. The goal is to cause a rapture-esque event where the saint Imam Mahdi, a descendant of Muhammad, will come down to earth and throw a party. But they need as many suicide bombers as possible and unlike oil they are not a renewable resource. So they need lots of dudes and lots of bitches, mostly bitches to hump all the dudes and keep them stoked on blowing shit up. Abu Jassem said he could join and would get cash-money, but he had to let the other dudes sleep with his wife, daughter and sister. A foursome sprinkled with the zest of incest, no less. Hell yeah. And a woman named Iman was approached by a friend who said, “Listen girl, you want Imam Mahdi to come back? Then you should hump my husband.” Swingers! If your sex life is not up to code then join Heaven’s Army. Sounds heavenly humptastic to me!
So we all know contemporary art is boring. At least we all know that thats how most people feel about it. In addition to boring, other adjectives commonly used to describe the segment of cultural output are pretentious, masturbatory, self-serving, narcissistic, and, today’s key word: offensive. Art’s been pissing people off for centuries, and that is a big reason why I like it. People in general annoy the crap out of me, and even though art’s a limp-dick kind of gun, society just hates being conceptually tea-bagged by weirdo art-fags, while, for me, few other events can evoke the same feelings of bliss & joy from the depths of my depravity.
So recently we’ve been hearing a lot about that guy who starves dogs to death while socialites stand around watching, drinking wine and eating cheese. This seemed to piss people off pretty good, as it seemed i could not log on to myspace or Aim for several days without some horrified dog-lover forwarding me the story…and then came the petitions: “Stop this dog murderer before he strikes again!”
Spare me. Ain’t no myspace petition (more…)
As I sit here (in blackface) with no pants on, greasy unkempt hair reaching for the heavens like the branches of some odious sweaty tree, I am thinking about the entertainment industry in all of its forms. As an employee of the dying record producing industry, this affects me directly, but I don’t really care because I am young and I do not own anything of value (i.e. a business). Perhops this is sacrilegious to dispute the things written below me in a blog I am supposed to be a “part of,” but if all tangible media is going the way of self-produced-consumer-generated-and-controlled-garbage and Mayan hellfire is on the horizon, I don’t really have anything to be afraid of. (more…)
Whether it’s his smile, or a coy side glance, you too can have inner peace with your choice of beautiful desktop images of His Holiness!
His Holiness likes to share a joke,
“You the man! You! No, You! Aw, you’re great.”
… or just unwind. There’s a little bit of Dalai Lama in all of us.
Visit http://www.dalailama.com/ for more information.
Warning. If you are currently stoned, at all……your brain is about to be over. I am about to watch “After Humans” will give a full report later.
Well, another shuttle is launching and no one cares. Only the Japanese media. This is because the Japanese are the last people on earth who care about technology. Not just rockets and experimental space modules but they make robots. Robots that dance. Robots are awesome. Especially ones that dance.
This is a press conference full of Japanese reporters and ZERO Americans. Also no Canadians even though they have just as big of an impact on this mission as the Japanese. The Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency, JAXA, also had another very significant contribution to space this month. SPACE FOOD. I’m not talking about dry neapolitan cubes. I’m talking about sushi and noodles!
The space station becomes ever more international with it’s Canadians and Japanese and Russians and of course, our dear Americans. As of now, space is just full of a bunch of peace loving hippies. And they are all speaking english and eating Japanese space food. It’s exactly as I would expect a new colony in space to be.
Remember that Simpson’s episode where Homer goes to space, and they had an ant colony to sort tiny screws? Well they actually have that! Maybe not to sort screws but they have ants and grain and mice and fish. Gold fish. In water.
I saw the inside of the life size model of the experimental module and the fish were in a container that seemed to have gravity. But how would a fish tank work without gravity? If you took that gravity away, the fish would have to float in their container, in water globs. I wish I had a picture of that. But i don’t.
power=technology=space missions=space food=taste