space-age Turkish protest songs

Just wanted to bring your attention to this funny awesome record label, Finder's Keepers. Their website says they specialize in "Japanese choreography records, space-age Turkish protest songs, Czechoslovakian vampire soundtracks, Welsh rare-beats, bubblegum folk, drugsploitation operatics, banned British crime thrillers and celebrity Gallic Martini adverts". I'm in. They re-released the Jean-Claude Vannier album that i've been loving the last couple weeks. Looks like some good funny stuff there.

Avant Rock Dog Walk

smashed a pabst and leashed up the beast. B was sick of dark-sounding music and I liked the cover of this one, so we loaded up this dude Jean-Claude Vannier, friend of gainsbourg. Happy stuff? We were hoping. Naked man on the beach. Looks like a happy situation. 'cept actually looks maybe a little frightening and lonely. Here we go.

Still light out, but cold... goddamn cold for April. We're gonna stick to the neighborhood tonight, baby. Hmm..., church bells, a match being lit, automobiles? I check the volume on my music transporter. Sure, that must be jean-claude, taking a walk of his own. Ah, here's some horns. Some xylophone. B is really shaking her butt now. It's really good and I'm smiling, but there is something a little strange, a little off. What's it called? "L'ENFANT ASSASSIN DES MOUCHES." Child killer, maybe? I don't speak French. Damn. 1972 says the small computer in my pocket.

We pass a really old church, which evokes roughly the same mixture of emotions as this french freak. We walk up the steps to the front door. I think it's abandoned. I hope so.

There is something above the door. Just a word, artfully carved, "DARLOM". Eh. I want to buy this church, for K and B. Vannier's got some danger chimes going now and some spy guitar. He wants me to go in. It's locked, man, and the sun's up for another 3 hours. Church choir now. I try the door. It is locked, but I feel compromised, and walk away. Theres now an orchestra of alarms, the old kind with the hammer. Now crickets. This album is an f-ing riot. '72? Sounds right, I guess. A little like a psycho Burt Bacharach. No vocals yet. Well, actually lots of voices, but they're chanting and gasping, part of the orchestration. No words, but i still feel like there is some narrative here.

Clock is ticking. Another church. This one's active. I could go in, so I don't want to. B sees the park. Tail is thumping. She takes off and I'm left alone on the steps of yet another church. Gunshot. Little girl's voice, spooky french. And a man gasping. He's afraid and why not? This girl seems to be narrating his murder. Loud shot turns into a waltz and all is well again, I guess. B is beat and ready for home. Me too. I will have to learn about this crazy Vannier shit.

Movie Night 4-18-07; Spots

Thats Baby Doll in her crib, sucking her thumb, staring at you. Elia Kazan was greek not italian, thats why his name doesn't end in a vowel. Baby Doll is just a little perverse. When she invites the man she's not married to into her crib, you cringe a little and smile big. Lots of great shots like the one above. They really need to learn how to shoot in b&w again. Hard luck Archie really just gets what he deserves. Close to a great movie, I'd say, but a little slow and loose in a few places. Tennessee seems to've had a lot to say about male insecurity, and this one hits its mark. I'm guessing there were some good old boys that got pretty shook up in 1956, what with I-talians sleeping in the crib.

I Know You've Missed Me
I've been good lately. How bout you? I'm not hating my job right now. Wish I were writing and/or playing guitar more (at all). I saw the wet dress perform last week. He's getting good, man. Next time he's playing, if I know in time, I'll post here.
I saw a movie called Spider Baby. Pretty good. I'm not obsessed with it, like Fight, but it was totally entertaining.
I'm planning on doing an avant-rock dog walk tonight. I've got about four albums I want to do. French showtunes or German minimal techno? Check back tomorrow, nappy headed hoes.

The next year she bought a new stomach...

From liverpool made in detroit. 
John Cale made at least a couple of really great albums in the 70's.
Paris 1919 is one of my favorite albums, but this earlier one,
"Vintage Violence", boy, it has really been growing on me.
It seems like he's still just a bit unsure how he wants to sound
post-Velvets.  Sometimes he tries too hard to be a pop star,
and these are the weakest moments.  He was probably friends
with the rolling stones, and sometimes he sounds like jagger.
I swear its jagger singing backup on charlemagne.  One of the
best songs is ghost story but the decision to cut it off suddenly
almost ruins it.  I don't get that. I'm going to put Amsterdam on a
mix for my friend whos going to cook school.  I have a few other
John Cale albums to listen to.  Hope they are nearly as good as this.