Went and got me one of them Snarfy ‘dos for the holidays. And a mighty fine ‘do it is. Thanks!
Everything right is wrong again
Every movement false, every four is waltz
Every five and dime’s been gained and spent
Tell me that you like my float upstream
Draw the line dividing laugh and scream
You know everything that I know so I know
You’ve heard the voice that makes the silent noise
So, how’s your Netflix show coming along? I assume you, like every fucking person on the planet, have one now.
This is the time of year where all I want is a massive winter storm, piles of snow, impassable highways, endless snowstructures, hot beverages… instead, I will only get a cold, screaming children, and the foreboding sense that it’s gonna take a lot more good news before this season will feel jolly.
“Someday my snowstorm will come…”
“Let’s pour out some memes for the dead internet jokes that are no longer with us.”
I forgot Trump sang a song about America.
When I look in my mirror and my brains are fallin’ out
Of my head
Well, there’s nothing wrong, it’s just the way I feel
And if you don’t like it, write your own song
Cause everything’s explodin’…
So it begins… the season of “false weather announcements.”
Also: I find it weird that that the airplane Mr. Rogers visits in 1980 looks the same as the last plane Marla and I flew on last year.
I know a lot of people love that crayon episode, but there’s a certain humor to Mr. Rogers learning how airplane toilets work that really is better appreciated as an adult.
This one never gets old.
You know that if I’m up at 2 AM on a Monday, that I must be worrying about money.
Remember The World News Polka? Because I do.
FB is so judgy. Like, my posts will be loaded any time of the day. Don’t drunk-shame my posts.
“Baby boomers, selling you rumors of their history
Forcing youth away from the truth of what’s real today
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70’s
It’s not reality, just someone else’s sentimentality
Look what it did to us.”
Or, The ‘80’s. Or The ‘90’s. Or…
Two Years ago, and a year back. The photos from this year are just for me.
Live music, and some non-holiday recipes? Good luck cleaning the kitchen this weekend!
My grandfather, probably while hunting somewhere.
My grandmother, while at college.
Looks like I can enter the wormhole tonight. AUME. Scot Jenerik, Aleph Kali.
Already composing e-mail that says, “What about February?”
You know what?
There’s certainly a lot that I could mention. But I think Marla is the person I’m most thankful for, this or any time of year.
The podcast for Friday’s show got delayed. So here it is now. Hopefully this doesn’t become a pattern, but: Holidays. You know how it goes…
It all makes sense now. 45, our Supreme Court Debacle, our general racism / sexism.
Someone made a Monkey’s Paw sort of deal in the name of America, and we got our cheap beer.
“Ooo, ho. All the shitty cheap beer you could ever want, America. There’s only the price of… your soul!”
“I think it’s interesting and exciting – I just hate to see it get out of hand. I like the basic things. I can appreciate computers, but I’d like to see kids take chances. Kids are so conservative today. I think the computer age is a big part of it. Computers can become too much like a crutch. I think kids need to experience more stuff that’s real.”
– Joey Ramone, 1984.
The Decency Monitor.
Get Your Cape On!
Actually a dozen years ago.
I never knew my mother’s father. (Maybe that’s for the best.) But now all four of my Grandparents are gone, along with a couple of my aunts, too. I’ve had to say goodbye to far too many family members, friends, musical inspirations. As recently as two years ago I was a personal caregiver for someone who died of old age. This world is full of people slipping away constantly, disappearing into the past, out of reach and locked away from us like a punishment the entire world must endure.
And yet, every moment that this is not on my mind, the news tries to assert itself. Here’s more of our President, here’s another horrible celebrity that got away with despicable behavior because of money, here’s a person with no good sense in his head trying to tell us that school shootings are just a by-product of Democracy.
And yet – MEANWHILE, even – I know I am not the only one. All of these people, statistically, must be in the same boat. They have family and friends who have passed, they have seen creative influences die, have seen the past accumulate while the future seems to disintegrate. Anymore, when news and politics start nagging at me, I have to wonder now:
What horrors and sadness are they covering up for, what losses are affecting them so much that they are racist, are pro-violence, are illogical, or perhaps they have experienced so much loss that they enjoy seeing everyone else suffer while they are insulated in some new and temporary way?
What losses are they not dealing with as they go about their lives?
They meant to say, “You fucking idiot!”
I love you.
Pre-Game show right now. But stay tuned! I have plenty of stuff to play for you, and plus: a live jam session by Mini-Mutations later? (And some live Che F. Kirk recordings, too.) .
Does anyone have a photo of Chet with the coyote from way back? Penelope Rich Bartsch? Mernie Rich? Karly Rich? Veronica Harben? Andrea Rich? Kyle Rich? I know it’s around somewhere…
I need a place to discuss the problems and challenges of creativity and being an artist. Care to join me? I’ll add you to our Art Group Therapy. Maybe it’s your bag?
Final thoughts on something that took a couple months out of my life. Thanks everyone for making it possible!
The thank-yous to nearly everyone who helped behind-the-scenes on this tour. All of you are so badass, you don’t even know it. Thanks!
Here’s the massive, “two-disc” set of every live performance by Mini-Mutations. Disc 1 is the pre-history; Disc 2 is the whole Octob-tour. Bonus tracks and etc. throughout. You can pick up the discs, or individual performances. Help offset the costs of the tour, and enjoy some recordings of which I’m really, really proud.
Someone gimme some good news. We could all use it, I think.
I feel like I remember what it was like to be a kid, and I do my best to listen and be understanding. But it breaks my heart to realize that all the sympathy and understanding in the world isn’t always the right tool for the job. There are kids who are going through things that, no matter how patient and thoughtful I may be, they are processing something that I can’t solve with politeness and listening. It’s so hard to see a child freak out, and all you can do is watch and remember.
Adults don’t hear everything, we can’t see everything, we don’t know what is on your mind. And maybe you can’t verbalize it, either, because you’re too young. All I see is a child screaming and angry, longing to be understood by anyone, and failing in every way.
And all I see is myself. Reflected back. Screaming at an adult too stupid to see why I’m upset.
I need a drink.
The generation gap (for me) is defined by the difference between thinking Telly is the cool new monster, and thinking Elmo is the cool new monster. It also divides along the “Snuffleupagus is / isn’t real” line, too.
There’s a further divide between Elmo and Baby Bear, but frankly, I’ll let the next Generation fight that battle.
I love it when Mr. Rogers goes to the Pretzel Shop to teach us how they’re made.
But ‘70’s handwashing practices are not up to my standards, certainly.
This was the first appearance of The Black Noise Orchestra in quite some time. Thank you Fr. Hominid, Douglas Hoffman, Lizzy Brock, Taylor Gene Quackenbush, Wil Bakula and the audience at The Space for the audio, and Ross Swartzendruber for the visuals. Super fun.
This was a ton of fun.
Who’s cameo do we wait for now?
Mini-Mutations is at The Space Concert Club for a closing set on this bill An Evening of Experimental Music. This will be a blast, so please, come on down!
I’m glad I talked myself into letting myself be convinced to play a show tonight. Because it’s gonna rule. Join us!
It was a lot of fun to meet up with Jason again, and to meet Zach & Brad for the first time. Ya’ll know how to put on a great show.
It was probably my biggest show played in Eugene, and I’m still pretty thrilled about that. Thanks again Don & Shawn for making it happen!
This one is for my main man Smokey The Bear, who seems to have his work cut out for him these days. I love you, big guy. (Also, a special thanks to Marla, Don and Corvallis Experiments in Noise for making this show happen.)
I do enjoy working with the Dead Air Fresheners, and I can’t wait to do it again. Thanks for giving me a place to make noise.
This was a great casual hometown gig in the middle of the tour, which was nice, because at the halfway point, I was starting to feel it. Thanks again Jared for setting it up, and Katy & the Null Sets for being generally awesome.
When you get to hang out with people like Don & Chris, AND you get to make great radio, well, that’s the best of all worlds. Thanks again, KWVA!
I never get tired of jamming out on the radio. Thanks again, Mick!
While I always say that I love all my babies, I think this one might secretly be my fave. Don’t tell the others. (Thanks Andrea for making it happen.)
This was just too much fun. How can I ever thank you, Lob?
Together, we can teach each other.
She wants to be a Basketball Witch.
Oregon as a whole didn’t fuck it up, but Marion County still voted red for the mid-terms. We still have a lot of work ahead of us, Salem.
We’re all here together.
After you finish voting you get to wear bandaids and make silly faces. But only if you voted.
One of the many reasons I voted: to give her a better future.
Do your part, and get free art!
It was a lot of fun to jam with Red Panda Death March / Joe Peg. Let’s do it again, soon. (Thanks again, Rachelle, for making it happen.)
It was my first time in San Francisco, and it was a whole lot of fun.
Thanks again What’s This Called? & Ricardo Wang.
I walked over and knocked on the door, and met Dennis, Rita’s son. He lives there all the time. I asked how she was doing and he pieced together that I was the neighbor. Apparently he figured out what had happened. I couldn’t tell if someone from DHS has been by for a wellness check or not. He did say she was fine, he was grateful, and that she was napping at the moment. He explained that he was sound asleep last night, and thought she was. She apparently let herself out. He also mentioned that she was transitioning with various medications, and that she clearly had a reaction. He was incredibly grateful. I offered my help, gave him my address, and after a moment or two more, I left. He wasn’t exactly chatty.
He didn’t seem creepy or untrustworthy. He looked exhausted. Taking care of her is probably three full-time jobs.
I’m only slightly relieved. But I feel better knowing she doesn’t live alone.
This is just over 20 minutes long, but it has a number of compelling reasons to vote, resources for voters who want guidance, and plenty of offhand Proop-isms that help give me hope. Listen, get inspired, and vote!
An elderly woman, maybe in her 70s, rang our doorbell just now, barefoot and confused. I give her my slippers. She rambled, but we managed to get her address eventually, two houses down. We’re in our PJs already but we walk her home, her door wide open when we get there. We take her inside, sit her down, search the house. No one’s there. There’s a pill minder and some half empty beers sitting around. She probably had a beer and took the wrong meds on the wrong day, or doubled up, or forgot to take them entirely. We try to get more information from Rita, but she talks nonsensically about a son she needs to contact, and a party that’s out of control, and it’s hard to get anything out of her that sounds grounded, like she’s had a break. A weird tweaker neighbor on a bike, says he knows her, that this happens all the time, and then hangs around uncomfortably like he’s casing the place, until I tell him that we’ve got it under control, then he vanishes. We call and arrange for a wellness check, as she is clearly alone and seems very confused. Then we lock the door behind us and leave her on her own. It’s late, for all of us.
She called us angels sent to care for her. But angels don’t have their hearts broken by something so mundane.
Movie Meme Thingy:
More time has been spent discussing and dissecting every second of film in “2001: A Space Odyssey,” and yet there is so much in this dense and beautiful work of cinema that almost every word written about this movie is worth considering. No two people agree on the meaning, no two people relate to it similarly, and in many ways, it is Kubrick’s most straightforward film. Humanity needed a leg-up, and the reward for accepting this help was a chance for us to evolve twice, each time with the Monolith as the catalyst. The first leap allowed us to become tool users. The second: allowed us to use the Monolith? Or something… to be honest, there was a lot of late ’60s psychedelia informing the end as much as there was Arthur C. Clarke’s Sci-Fi premise. But there are almost a few different films crammed into this sprawling epic, and each vignette is beautiful, confounding, and mind-expanding, a meditation on the past, present and future of humankind, and in the end, the first great Sci-Fi movie. I glean new tid-bits about our plight in the universe each time I see it, and it works just as well as something to mindlessly wash over you as it does as something to be over-analyze. I find it fascinating, as hard to grok as when I was a child, and still compelling, even after 20 or more viewings over the years. It is a landmark of film itself, a Monolith in cinema worth investigating.
I saw “Top Gun” last night for the first time. It’s not a very good movie, made worse by very, very bad acting. Tom is insufferable; Meg Ryan is even bad. The story only kind of makes sense, and the final fight sequence isn’t exactly something you can even track moment to moment, and you sort of have to wait until they all appear at the end to realize that Iceman survived. The soundtrack was lauded at the time, but it is essentially one song, over and over again. The actors say the name of the movie endlessly, and near the end of the film characters start wearing promotional hats for the film in the film itself. The only thing that can be said for it is that the planes are well shot and represent that kind of craft well in film. But in doing so, it only advances the military industrial complex at a time when you didn’t really need to pump it up.
How did this movie get made? Why was it popular? I do not understand any of this.
Canceled out someone’s awful intentions.*
Post-tour, pre-holidays, Friday-night TV party.
Remember the Techno Viking? Some creepy white guy tries to harass some people trying to have a good time and the Techno Viking swooped in to save the day. Then he won us over with his sweet moves.
We need a Techno Viking this election. Please, Stop the harassment and vote accordingly. Then dance, motherfucker, dance!
This makes me smile.
And now, a song that always makes me cry.
I’ll be honest: being on the road for a month is incredibly costly. If you want to help out, please consider buying some things from the Merchanbox. You can see everything here. Also, we have patches, buttons and stickers, too. (Plus two different comps). Please, help us offset recent costs, and support a local act trying to slug it out in the real world. Or something like that.
While I loved this album before, something tells me I will enjoy it a little more now. Thanks Michelle, Mark & David (Buddy) for making it happen.
There is a point in one’s life, when you are jamming with Mark & David from Negativland, along with the gents from Monster Planet, and Leah Gold is filming it, and you have to wonder, as David Byrne once opined:
“How did I get here?”
…water flowing underground…
There is so much to say. This tour has been incredible, humbling, fun, gratifying… and… exhausting. As I collect my thoughts, let me say that it has been amazing to play shows with some my favorite artists, meet people I admire, spend time with family, and stare deeply into the abyss to find that I can still learn from the world if I just listen. My heart is full, my mind is buzzing, and I’m ready to sleep at home with my love… for days on end. Thank you one and all.
They said it couldn’t be dumb. Buddy Runyan & me.