Yuk Bon

what do you want
misbegotten whore
your every word like something fetid
another abortion
scraped from the drooling maw of your cunt-mouth
you never tire
of hurting the ones around you
you set the hooks deep, god knows
god knows
you played the victim so often
you forgot it was a part
the world doesn’t owe you,
god knows.

I really must talk to Aik about getting him to drum, if only for just this song.

I just stumbled on a site about Set Theory Primer as it relates to music theory. Which reminds me of my favorite story about music I wrote that no one ever heard.

Bunny called me up, “hey there’s a gallery opening, we’re doing a music/performance/installation — the theme of the gallery is Summerian/Babylonian art, they’re showing some pieces etc etc”

I dig Sumer, cradle of civilization etc etc and I’ve read through Snow Crash so I know just a bit more than nothing about their language construction (atonal glosolalia? or some shit. doesn’t matter, i’m not writing poetry). So I look up Summerian music. Turns out it uses a 60-tone scale. Because I am S-M-R-T smart, I figure OK, I can make music akin to atonal 12-tone theory pieces, but I have to use 1/2 and 1/4 microtones (ie, bends and half-bends) and viola, 12-tone automagically becomes 60-tone. So I write this long droning piece in an open D tuning and because it would be a bitch to be bending whole chords (although you get some really awesome dissonances, some sonic youth/glenn branca shit going on where the notes beat against each other in the air) I go and get me a slide. So it’s like this blues hawaiian indian drone monster thing. It’s made of pure, concentrated awesome.

And then the day of the show, come to find out they go on an hour before they said they would and also that the music has been relegated to the alley behind the gallery. Which is OK, since that’s where the party people’s at anyway. Ran into solo and other people from the wayback.

played at the thing at soya and pomawhatever on 1st and 1st NE. it was rockin’. or more ambient. whatever. it was fun; nestor tweaked what i played live and bunny dropped live video. the crafty witch showed up looking good enough to eat, nicole also looking gorgeous and i think i ticked the lovely emily off yet again. got to play the fat tele live tho. swa-eet. i think i’m going to call that augmented chord shape song (xx231x) “i hope you die in a fire in the gaping maw of your cunt”. really it’s just an excuse to use the phrase gaping maw.

i almost called today. how’s that for breaking news, eh?

moving on, people. man, whenever i say that i miss mr jones. but no man’s dead while his name is still spoken.

Low. Mormons from Minnesota — home of Garrison Keillor and other very white folks — write glacially slow minimalist music. Except lately they haven’t. It’s strange, but the last few albums have had a decidedly wider sound to them. Which is good, but strange — more instruments, more complex songs, but they still sound harrowingly bare, austere and distant. Even the painful songs are just…far away. Removed.

So but see their video for “Breaker”: QuickTime, from their website (or here if you prefer YouTube). It’s homey, but creepy.

I saw them live with Dr Robert, professional guitarist/lawyer person thing, and they are just as chill-inducing in person. (aside: Mimi Parker is achingly pretty in person. Very tall and with a kind face, but with that way that really nice people have about them that you just know if you actually manage to piss ‘em off you might as well just kill yourself then and there.)

Here’s more Low for you:
Dinosaur Act: http://youtube.com/watch?v=kTGghNXgxnk
Because You Stood Still: http://youtube.com/watch?v=QPFDix37UZw
Whore: http://youtube.com/watch?v=ArPQvYGrM_w (live)
(That’s How You Sing) Amazing Grace: http://youtube.com/watch?v=y2Res0JMuI4 (live but such excellent quality. Very spacey.)

This is amazing: an audience sing-along with the Mountain Goats’ “No Children”

Courtesy of Largehearted Boy, whose music blog is one of the few that doesn’t suck on a variety of levels. Seriously, check out the blog — full concerts by bands that don’t suck etc etc.

Lyrics here in case you want to sing along yourself.

different poerformance:

2nd performance at the whauses; didn’t actually play guitar but did live video while bunny ran off to drink beer and whatever else and dj ipod dropped aphex and autechre next to nicole mixing in wicked shit with the chaos pad. nel and her boyfriend showed up; this one is normal-ish and apparently not bad for her. which is a refreshing change. saw solo, life’s been rough lately looks like, but he’s still hanging on. motherfucker escaped his country on horseback, so playa can take the hits i guess. i kept getting “who’s got the happy bag” cos the little green bag was next to me and i didn’t even know it. dude standing next to me going “whoa” and giggling in a disturbing way for like 15 minutes while i faded the video in and out and fluttered the nature footage.

So The Blackroom broke up and no more band for me. BUT last night I did in fact play with Bunny & Nestor (who is dating the Good Witch, odd bit of synchronicity) and some chick who I promptly forgot her name; apparently she’s primarily a DJ but last night it was 3 laptops and one guitar — me. Bunny did live video loops, Nestor dropped live ambient and the chick dropped a few loops too. Things to remember: the Dm shape on the mid strings, bending. the walking bassline with the stutter strut. the dub line. the high diads+low drop. I wasn’t real happy with the clean guitar sound, wish I hadn’t given Eden those pedals before he left (or at least gotten them back…) oh well, what goes around comes around.

Last night was just a birthday party for Nicole (another DJ), but end of month we’re doing it again to celebrate the film they got into the festival thing that won something or other. You’re invited. Yes, you.