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Saturday, April 30, 2005
You want roots music, we got roots music!
If world music has sometimes seemed a little too worldly and not earthy enough, then, as Lord Buckley enjoined in an entirely different context, "Hipsters, flipsters and finger-popping daddies, knock me your lobes."
I give you, KONONO N°1, three electric thumb pianos (likembé), home-made junkyard microphones, a scrapheap high-hat that makes the Violent Femmes drummer look like Vic Firth backing up the Boston Pops, some more pot-and-pan percussion, and a ton of musical adventurousness, soul, and penetrating beats.
I can't do better here than to quote the web site here:
The musicians come from an area which sits right across the border between Congo and Angola. Their repertoire draws largely on Bazombo trance music, but they've had to incorporate the originally-unwanted distorsions of their sound system. This has made them develop a unique style which, from a sonic viewpoint, has accidentally connected them with the aesthetics of the most experimental forms of rock and electronic music, as much through their sounds than through their sheer volume (they play in front of a wall of speakers) and their merciless grooves.
There's a video and some anguished press as various sophisticated critics try to get their brains around how much they like this stuff.
Tip o' the Desperado tan galan to the original slim root-boy, JO.
You say your house is piled so deep in old books and magazines that you're actually stuffing them under the floorboards to get them out of the way?
Is that what's troubling you, Bunky? Well lift your head up and walk proudly in the sun and it may be that someday a giant corporation will swoop down and buy one of your old magazines for $10,000, just like this.
This great moment in collecting perNumber Two Son (Parmenator-X).
Some of my best book buys come at the fifty-cent-discard rack at the local libraries. I recently picked up The Best from Fantasy and Science Fiction, Seventh Series (1958) and came across this by one Ron Smith:
The Horror Story Shorter By One Letter Than The Shortest Horror Story Ever Written
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a lock on the door.
With our modern sensibility we could shorten the story by taking out an extra word and substituting another. In the meantime, I wonder if anyone remembers the former shortest horror story ever written.
It's mental judo, not logic, if that helps, a riddle not a math problem
Most people find Petals Around the Rose absolutely infuriating. Some get mad because they can't figure out what it is, some because they can't solve it, some when they do solve it, and some because they don't want to know what it is because they think it will be really dumb.
For the record, I found it baffling and infuriating. Baffling the first time I tried it, infuriating when I went back and solved it immediately.
Fighting General Clark shreds Armchair General Perle
There's a good bitter laugh or two in this confrontation between General Wesley Clark and the exalted Chairman of the Defense Policy Board Richard Perle.
Clark shreds him, of course, just as he had shredded him before the invasion, when Perle described Clark as "hopelessly confused" and spouting "fuzzy stuff" and "dumb cliches."
Let's see if we can find any examples of hopeless confusion, fuzzy stuff, and dumb cliches in Perle's response to Representative Walter B. Jones, a Republican from North Carolina who voted for the war and demanded that Perle apologize for misleading the Congress and the nation about the need for the war:
Perle wasn't about to provide the apology Jones sought. He disavowed any responsibility for his confident prewar assertions about Saddam Hussein's weapons of mass destruction, heaping the blame instead on "appalling incompetence" at the CIA. "There is reason to believe that we were sucked into an ill-conceived initial attack aimed at Saddam himself by double agents planted by the regime. And as we now know the estimate of Saddam's stockpile of weapons of mass destruction was substantially wrong."