Saint_Cronin

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whatever

angst rising, need to kill gripping me now

a sixpack

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tk2LJXJz3iE&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tk2LJXJz3iE&feature=related

First off- bummer most of your videos don't load.

Secondly, in light of the fact that global angst has risen to a near debilitating level, wouldn't it have been better to examine the topic in a more serious manner instead of pissing it away with airheaded retorts.

How about music that is reactionary to global angst, or even personal angst in a more cathartic way like TOOL or Type O Negative? I realize that most artists these days prefer to be victims and wallow in self pity but fuck oh dear- why elevate it?

just saying

cheers for Dylan

Feelies songs were the first "whole songs" I learned how to play and sing on guitar

Lot's of facts I never, ever knew till now (pray tell, what Maxell ad was Murphy in? Was he the guy sitting in the chair with his hair and necktie blowing back?. I was gobbling up your article and bowling through it and when I came to the "rating" part -just kind of lost it.

I got a Japanese mini-album of the Bauhaus debut just before "Go Away White" came out which as you say was a huge disappointment but one which I quickly came to terms with and accepted it for what it is: The 5th of Bauhaus, brought to you by Love And Rockets and Peter Murphy. My "Go Away White" article remains as my only "blog" on DiS (written under Rue_The_Day).

In 1983 I was sitting in Chicago wringing my hands, praying nightly for the visit from Bauhaus which I felt would surely come but of course- never did. As I recall, Burning From The Inside lurched into shops on the heels of the sad news that Bauhaus had split up and that record was a massive disappointment, it being, as you pointed out- the 1st Love And Rockets record (a band I would come to admire greatly and got to see in 1986). I would also come to love "Burning From The Inside".

These two Bauhaus re-issues do indeed represent the gamma ray producing core of :Bauhaus and are easy to love but the ill fated and juxtapositional with it's oddly pastoral musings wrapped in a big city nightmare 3rd album "The Sky's Gone Out" is my personal favorite- it remains one of the strangest records I can think of. A god given enigma.

Here's to your work here and to more love for bauhaus.

yes yes yes

Bauhaus' raging uniqueness forgoes them being the "timeless epitome" of any era or anything other than themselves. There's been nothing remotely like them in their own time and for the time since the release of their forth and final dark opus "Burning From The Inside". Goth has no claim to this incredible band. Try as they might- no one does.

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Who do you think you are Gourlay? You don't get to RATE canon.

ffs

Just because you've done your homework doesn't mean you can patronize the gods.

That's probably the last one of those this lifetime.

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It's actually kind of a Frank Zappa song (lyric-wise). I'm close to buying this record. The video is the obvious minimal statement that should be made in this economy. I can't imagine doing a video of this song any other way. good showses

but where's the crisp and where's juice?

I hope his death rectifies that atrocity.

I hope someone does an exquisite documentary on him but I think that would be hoping too much.

I had a similar (but not as intimate) opportunity to spend some time with Jim. He was doing a reading at the Cubby Bear Lounge kitty corner to Wrigley Field on Chicago's North Side in 1988, I think I still have a handbill for the gig around here somewhere. I was of course planning to attend but my girlfriend begged me to go over to a local bookshop where Jim would be signing autographs the afternoon before the show and get her copy of "The Book Of Nods" autographed and I agreed.

I got off the subway around the corner and down the street from the bookstore on Lincoln Avenue. When I turned the corner onto Lincoln I could see Jim Carroll sitting out in front of the store on a folding chair behind a rickety folding card table. It was his hair that I really noticed from over a block away; nearly orange like David Bowie on the cover of "Low". It was so obviously him.

As I made the approach to the store front I could see that there was a short line of people formed up on one side of the table and I took my place at the end of the line and tried to think of something to say to Carroll when I arrived in front of him but of course I could not. He was (even in 1988) very haggard looking but despite that, very striking, angular, lanky, dressed in a polyester sport coat and shirt looking a little seedy and street wise. He had nothing on the table but an ashtray with a lit cigarette riding in it that he would take a drag off of between signatures. I breathed in the smoke he blew out as I handed him the copy of "The Book Of Nods". He turned the book over and looked at the back of it and then started thumbing through it like it was the first time he'd seen it. He noticed that some of the pages were stuck together and tried to pull them apart. I told him it was candle wax and it would be impossible to get them separated. Carroll suggested I put the book in an oven at a low temperature and that I could fix it and I said that I would try that (which I never did). He asked if I was coming to the "Cubby Beah" and I said I would be and he said "Good" and handed the book back. As I walked away I wondered what the hell he was looking at the book like that for? After he died I considered getting with my old girlfriend and see if she ever unstuck "The Book Of Nods"?

At The Cubby Bear, his reading was of course superb. I can't remember much of what he read because I wasn't well versed in his work but it was fascinating just to listen to his incredible accent and his diction. Just watching him smoke was interesting. About half way through the reading ,between pieces, while he bantered a bit with the audience, he mentioned something about being in Brazil or Argentina and someone at the back of the room shouted something about Ronald Reagan's foreign policy in South America and Jim erupted into a 30 second tirade about how he had nothing to do with Reagan and had himself had done much humanitarian work in the area and for the person to shut the fuck up or come up to the stage and get their face punched in. It got deadly silent and then he went on with the reading.

My favorite Jim Carroll moment appears on "Praying Mantis" where he tell the story of how he first learned of the assassination of JFK. Apparently he was masturbating with a piece veal wrapped around his cock in the bathroom of his Mom's apartment when she burst through the door hytsterically announcing: "Jim, President Kennedy's just been SHOT!!!"...."Oh, my God, what are you doing with my VEAL!!!". Seems he was the only one of his group of friends that hadn't successfully jacked-off yet and he'd been coached by one of the more experienced wankers in the gang on the subject in hopes of achieving an orgasm. He was told to get a Playboy Magazine but he couldn't find one or buy one and wound up hunching in front of the bathroom sink with a picture of Barbara Striesand and Elliot Gould in Time Magazine moving a veal coat back and forth around himself when his Mom came in.

Must be heard to really appreciate- what humility this human had. Really a noble specimen.

I posted this about three weeks BEFORE he died:

http://drownedinsound.com/community/boards/music/4191535

less arcade fire and others of their ilk- much less

and much more bands that are making moves which are actually changing the face of music like: Deerhunter, Boris, Sunn O))), Earth, Interpol, Liars, No Age, Grinderman, DFA 1979, Growing, Fennesz, Belong, Torche, The Twilight Sad, Secret Machines, Mogwai, Melvins, Megapuss, Grails, Angels Of Light, Fuck Buttons, Einsturzende Neubauten, Coil, Current 93, Crystal Castles, The Bug, Bohren & der Club Of Gore, William Basinski, Health, Alva Noto, Oneida, Dungen, Eyvind Kang, Clinic, Oren Ambarchi, Tim Hecker, Philip Jeck, The Mars Volta & Andrew W.K.

something with guts and consequences

but I'm afraid it's not going to even move them onto my radar screen yet- they don't move me at all and they will never be sexy so they should just forget about that.

thanks

but I love that picture with the eyeball in the mouth- where'd you find that?

http://soundcloud.com/esben-and-the-witch

we're it babycakes

u + me = EATW Fangroup

Nah, I was thinking about a fan group treasure hunt. Since the group are into cartography we could hide a porcelain owl somewhere in the UK and have an old fashioned mystery owl hunt.

http://soundcloud.com/esben-and-the-witch

plain stupid

duh, 2005.

still good though

Nice to see not everybody in the world (DiS) thinks Interpol sounds like Joy Division.