Thea's Gift to our friend Bob

She wanted to keep it on our refrigerator, and Bob luckily was ok with that. He can look at it when he comes to visit. Thea loves Bob, and I think this is her ploy to get him to visit more often.

Liam's soccer ball

Thanks Nick...Liam loves it! He also loves the shopping cart his mom got him at Target.

Christmas Spirit(s)

From the Vice-Pres of the company for whom i work. (Hand included only to show relative size)

Heaventree Records

My vanity label will be launching it's first official CD release soon. I've been working with my good friend Bob Crain to finish the mastering within the last few months, and now I am on the eve of sending the master disc and associated paperwork off to Furnace Manufacturing for duplication. I am doing the cover art and printing in-house, as they say, with valuable technical assistance from my wife.

The first release is a re-mastered version of a former tape-only release from 1988 called More or Less. Most of the tracks were written and performed by Bob, but i compiled them all and came up with the track order. For the CD version I found a few bonus tracks which were recorded around the same time.

Originally the tape release was attributed merely to Todd and Bob, as were other of our winter holiday tapes given as gifts to our friends. But for the CD i decided to attribute it to Wavestar Motion Fabric Dudes. And there will be more Wavestar MFD's CDs in the coming years, in addition to CDs of all of my other bands' music: Adulterous Woman, Fine Science, Unola, The Meat Joy, The Obsessives, and Moloko Plus.

My new axe!

Williams Encore digital piano

Burn Your Barbie

In late 1992 my former band Adulterous Woman was brainstorming ideas to get more people to come to see our live shows. We were based in Tempe, Arizona, home of Arizona State University. Despite the college campus population being all around us, we still had a rough time interesting people in our music. The bands that were most popular were the middle of the road bar bands playing covers or weak, unimaginative originals. We were used to only having about 20 people at most of our gigs, so we decided to put our minds to it and try to improve the numbers.

After throwing out many ideas, we finally hit upon a couple that seemed likely to work. First we decided to try to make our shows accessible to all-ages, even though that would mean talking club owners in to the idea. Secondly, we decided to have themed shows, the idea being that it would be easier to interest local press in a show that was an event rather than "just a few bands playing another gig". We approached a club called Hollywood Alley in Mesa, AZ about it doing the all-ages shows and they were agreeable to letting us host one night a month. Fortunately we had a good relationship with the club, had played there many times, and they liked that we were taking our gigs seriously.

Burn Your Barbie wasn't our first all-ages theme show, but it was the most successful. The idea came about thanks to a then recent news item about the Barbie Liberation Army. After playing the first show in October 1992, we scrambled to quickly organize the elements of Burn Your Barbie and to start our pre-show preparation for the date in November. We took photos of a burning doll (not a Barbie unfortunately) and made flyers and homemade t-shirts. We wrote a press release and sent out packages to all the local papers for which we could find contacts. We typed and copied flyers with pro-Feminist information on them to leave on tables at the club. Everything was falling in to place.

Then we discovered a glitch in our plans. The night of our show, which was November 15, ended up being the same night that the Ramones were playing in Mesa with Social Distortion supporting them. We momentarily thought we were sunk. Then we found out that the Ramones show was actually beginning early in the evening and supposed to be ending around 10PM or so because it was at an outdoor venue and the city of Mesa had strict noise ordinances. So we kept up our pre-show planning and hoped it wouldn't be a problem.

The press releases were a success. Several smaller papers mentioned our show. And the ASU Campus paper, called The State Press, wrote up a full page article about the show, taking info from our press release packets. Even Phoenix's city paper, The New Times Weekly, had a mention and a picture in their "things to do that week" calendar section. We didn't stop our promotional efforts there. The evening of our show, we headed over to the Mesa Ampitheatre and flyered hundreds of the Ramones/Social D fans' cars before being asked to leave by security (they also asked us to go and remove all the flyers, but yeah, like that was going to happen). We billed our show on these special flyers as a Post-Ramones/Social D. Party.

The other bands that we asked to play for Burn Your Barbie were selected very deliberately. We knew an all-woman hard rocking band called Burning Bush (they even had fire in their name!!!), and had played with them before. They were a perfect choice so luckily they were totally in to it. The other band was from Tucson and were called Crotch City. I recall that they were recommended by someone, perhaps Hollywood Alley door man Steve Metz with whom we were friends. Crotch City were beyond punk rock and bordering on performance art, with on-stage dancers and other antics. One of the male dancers wore pink furry briefs and for much of the show nothing else. The drummer stepped out from the drums on selected songs and played trumpet. They were pretty amusing.

Our set went very well, and by the time it started we estimated a crowd of about 125 people. Hollywood Alley was fairly packed, and it was all of our effort that got people there. We felt pretty proud. After our set ended we were approached by a staff member of Hollywood Alley asking us about possibly using our equipment to have a jam session. He said he was friends with a couple of guys from Social Distortion and they wanted to play a little. We were floored! Members of Social Distortion actually came to our Post-Ramones/Social D. Party. It just goes to show you how hard work can pay off, i guess.

Working from home is sometimes problematic

Home with Liam today

First snow of winter 2007.

End of the Blog Posting Month

well i actually did it....i posted every day of November for National Blog Posting Month. It was hard some days but it was also fun to find new ideas for posts, and it was good to excercize my brain.

They made badges available for the end of the month celeb-log-rations. But like Julian Cope says, "Badges! Badges! We don't need no stinking bagdes. We're cissified and civilised, I want to be a savage!"

Ok so don't look at the right column of my page where i have my NaBloPoMo badge.....

My birth home in Ashland, Kentucky

This is the house i grew up in, at least until i was about 9. This picture was taken about 6 months before i was born. Ashland is famous for The Judds (Naomi and Wynonna), and for Ashland Oil, which was a sponsor of the Gomer Pyle show. Naomi Judd occasionally babysat for my older brother when my parents had a house previous to the one i knew. The Judd family lived across the street from Ma and Pa at the time.

la course de logan

Multi levels of kitsch! I could swear that Robot's lips were speaking a different language than French. Was this dubbed?

Phil's Poetry part 8

Rotary Carbuncle Rooner *

Climey Toad bought some detergent
brought it with him to the party
everybody ate some pickles
and then they all went dancing at the Sheraton

filled in his mind was
the name of a famous Governor
time healed on so slowly
that he found he was almost out of it

as the night wore on
he discovered he was making
more and more sense
additive like boysenberries
preservative more like common experience

Climey sought the secrets of young life
and by nightfall
the next volleyball game had just started

although he didn't feel he was missing much
he either felt left out
or maybe that others would feel
left out by his absence

big things were falling now
and Climey looked up from his toes
and noticed not only that
he wasn't dead but also that
things don't change much
from moment to moment

"urgh" he belched
thereby being reminded of the pickles

* title by Bob Crain

Tree: indoors

The Osborn halls have been decked.

How tech should i be?

Got monitor, got keyboard, got printer. Got no PC just now. Must post from crappy phone.

My record collection

I loooooove records.

Phil's Poetry part 7

This was inspired by Captain Beefheart


Open Nine to Deathbed

open nine to deathbed
aerial nerve gas precedes dawn rain
bat my eyelids!
went outside to brush
my teeth with a bic razor
and watch the moons fall
felt like a toadstool
pigeons on my lawn
grass growin' slow
and blowin' a blow
someone said to open the door so i did
bat my eyelids!
at my bilids!
mat eye libids!
tar me baby cats in my bed
sleepin' kitty litter dreams
sittin' on a barstool
with my donut pillow
barstool pigeon on the lawn
squawin' a squaw
and clawin' a claw
please me baby please me
be me maybe fer a little while
blue tile beak smile
beak smile country mile
pigeon bile
fleak fleak fleak his little beak
as he flies a country mile
through the aerial nerve gas

Thankful for a great friendship

My friend Bob Crain had Thanksgiving dinner with us today. I've known Bob since we formed a band called Fine Science together in June 1983. He is a career amateur musician like me, as well as a talented songwriter, a capable music recordist, and a multi-instrumentalist to boot. He and I have been in a few other bands since Fine Science, and we have recorded many other projects over the years.

He's a great friend who has always been there for me. My life is definitely richer for having known Bob, and i'm thankful that we are still good friends.

A written language which I never mastered

After High School i waited a semester before diving in to college. I had made up my mind that i was going to major in music, but at the end of summer in 1982 i felt like i needed a semester to cleanse me of High School before sitting in a classroom again. So in January 1983 i began my music education at Phoenix Community College, having enrolled in Choir, Music Theory 101 and Class Piano 101. I had never played piano before so i knew it was going to be a shock to my self-taught guitar rocking self.

And that it was. I had to start learning how to read and write music notation. And although i was really in to it, it was a definite challenge for me. Unfortunately i never gave myself enough time to get comfortable and become proficient at it. After the one semester i decided that i'd rather save music as my haven from the academic world, and so i switched my focus to other things.



Above is the first piece that i wrote during my piano class, although i can't remember if it was ever submitted and graded as an assignment. I think it was just something i wrote down with which i had been noodling on the $50 electronic piano that i bought so i could practice at home. I wonder what it would sound like? I suppose it would probably be a challenge for someone to decipher since my notation skills at that point were pretty sketchy.

Wavestar Motion Fabric Dudes

My friend Eric Zang and I had a live performance group in the early 1990's called Wavestar Motion Fabric Dudes. The name came from much earlier when my friend Bob Crain and I used to joke about the pretentious names of New Age groups of the mid-80's. We had attributed a few tracks from our tape releases to "the dudes" but had never performed under the strange moniker. Bob and I were in a band together called Fine Science and also did outside recording projects for fun. But when i met Eric, we found that we both had a penchant for weird, experimental, and ethnic musics, and when we formed a duo with the intent of playing live shows, i thought that the name was perfect.

After our first show in February 1991 we were suprised to be contacted by a reporter for The New Times Weekly, Phoenix's City Paper, about getting some additional info on us for a show review in the paper's Art section.

We were floored. We only had a crowd of about 30 people and just played because we love to play, but it turns out that our band name and also the name of our show caught the reporter's attention. A good theme can't be underrated for doing just that. We called the show Polka Jazz Deconstructionalism. Here's a transcription of the section of the article that pertains to us:

The performance artists, the main reason i had come, were warming up in the back room, and people started drifting back there. I followed them. The back room was like a small warehouse, with block walls and exposed air-conditioning ducts running the length of the ceiling. A huge carpet remnant sprawled on the concrete floor, accompanied by a few folding chairs. Most of the patrons (there were about thirty) stood around or sat on the floor, watching and listening to a couple of guys who called themselves "Wavestar Motion Fabric Dudes."

I didn't know what to expect. The Dudes were billed as "Polka Jazz Deconstructionists" in the press release, a concept that I just couldn't wrap my mind around. I was prepared for some boring noodlings separated by long stretches of significant silence. But the Dudes surprised me. I dubbed them the Short Guy and the Drummer. They were dressed in tacky off-white tuxedo jackets made of some nubby fabric, with black velvet lapels. They both wore knickers. The Short Guy, who turned out to be Eric Zang, played a number of instruments, all very well, including accordion, saxophone, flute, and guitar. The Drummer, a fellow named Todd Osborn, played the guitar as well, along with coffee cans and cookie tins. (There were also electronic instruments, including a rhythm machine that sounded like a Martian duck).

They moved through styles of music, tweaking jazz and mariachi and country and polka with their own interpretation, and with nearly seamless segues. It was like tuning a radio dial across the different wavebands. At one time, Zang would be playing the accordion and singing nonsense syllables, sounding for all the world like a lamenting Spanish lover. Then he would be playing the flute and dancing around like Pan. Halway through the performance, I found myself laughing. They were irrepressible. They actually were deconstructionists, trampling the musical fences and cleaning the MTV build-up out of your brain.

excerpt from a longer article by Jerome Dubois

Adulterous Woman

Me, Heather, and Natalie (reclining), circa 1992

You My Ring was a song from our first tape release Camping in Anger, recorded in December 1991
Down The Road was a later song recorded after our failed third tour in early 1993

Phil's Poetry part 6

I have been scouring old notebooks to find poems for these Phil's Poetry posts. This is one of the few that had a date on it. I wrote it on April 4, 1986. I was just 21....ah, youth!

In A Boullion Minds

Floating in cups of old, grey bouillon
dark pieces of small, unknown matter
draw a pensive eye to behold them
Blue human beings in bare households
sit alone, as if it didn't matter
and look in to cups to try to get to know them

In cupboards, under rooftops
along rows of stone streets
chipped dinnerware slowly turns to sands
while lonely hunted beggars roam
and rarely another meet
and eat scraps and handouts with their hands

Someone inside their minds protects them
a fact confirmed by rumours
spread by T.V., our almost flawless medium
The printed word, the ruptured lines
remind us of a past disaster
and fly from our memories as boring tedium

Shawled grandmothers criticize,
epitomize the things to come
crawling ever closer to the comfort of uncertainty
And we the eyes, we scrutinize
behind telescopes and with no hopes
of ever being what we are so sure to be

Happy Birthday to My Little Man!

Brian Eno talks about Hugo Largo

I have this promotional tape, called "Brian Eno Wants You To Hear Something"*, which i got when i worked in a record store in the mid-80s. It's of Brian Eno talking about the band Hugo Largo on the eve of the release of their second album, Mettle. The fact that he made this recording at all is a testament to his immense interest in, and support of, the band. It's certainly not the kind of thing he would do in support of his own records. At times he sounds a bit uncomfortable, especially while laughing at something he has said, as though he was speaking to someone while recording it. But mostly he is sincere, eloquent, and insightful. His remarks touch on many interesting areas regarding music as an art form.

*If the copyright holder of these recordings wishes me to remove the excerpts i've posted i will do so.

Eno on Mettle 1
Eno on Mettle 2
Eno on Mettle 3
Eno on Mettle 4
Eno on Mettle 5

Tour Stories part 6

Now we come to the final chapter of Adulterous Woman's last tour in January 1993. Our meeting with Bar None Records had only just wrapped up mere hours before we packed up our rented minivan and left Hoboken for Boston. We could have stayed around NYC if we had wanted, but thanks to our cancelled CBGB gig we decided to clear out and have an extra night in Boston instead. We had scored a friend's apartment in Cambridge for accomodations, another living room takeover. We arrived, unloaded, settled, and went out for an evening of much needed decompression from the stresses under which we'd all been.

Our final gig the next night was at the Rathskeller, the famous Kenmore Square club. We were all excited and nervous, hoping that this gig would make up for the rest of the gigs being so awful. As we drove around to the stage entrance in the back parking lot, there were literally dozens of dead rats on the roads, and dozens more of live ones, which i thought must be how the club got it's name. But apparently the name is German for "council cellar".

We opened for a metal band called Heretix. We had to endure their soundcheck, which the band did quickly, but their vocalist did not. I kid you not, this guy stood on that stage screaming in to the microphone for 45 minutes and asking the soundman to tweak this and tweak that, and in the end it sounded the same as when he first stepped up there. It was agonizing. The fallout of his indulgence was that we didn't get a soundcheck at all. We set up and had a quick vocal check before launching right in to our set. Our set up time, performance, and take down time combined only took about 40 minutes.

The gig went pretty well otherwise. The sound quality on stage was decent, allowing us to proceed with some real confidence in our performance. Our friend Bob recorded it with his Sony Walkman, and the cringe factor is pretty low, the performances outshining the rough sound quality of the tape. We managed to sell a couple of copies of our tape release, a four song ep called Camping In Anger. And we made $40 for the gig. We were pretty happy with that, all things considered. It could have been worse.

That night while we slept, it got worse. We returned to our accomodations and loaded everything in, and then we all sacked out knowing that we'd need an early start in the morning. But the driver (me) forgot to move the minivan from the restricted parking lot next to the apartment building and (what do you know?) the minivan got towed. Oddly enough several of us heard the tow truck outside in the wee hours and didn't even make the connection that it was our vehicle being towed.

So the next morning we all were surprised to find it gone, and then we remembered the noises from mere hours before and it all made sense. Our host drove us to where we could pick up the van and it cost us exactly $50 to get it back. The tour was officially a complete bust. Not much went right, and so much went wrong. The very long drive home to Tempe was done straight through, just like the Tempe to Washington DC leg had been at the beginning. Luckily there were no accidents or even near accidents, and no ghosts. There was just 40 something hours of passing scenery broken up occasionally by rest stops and meals at Waffle Houses.

We returned as a band defeated. We never quite recovered. Despite Heather's and my commitment to staying with it, and despite recording some of our best material ever after the failed tour, Adulterous Woman split when Natalie announced she was leaving in October 1993.

Black Hole Sun

I was never a Soundgarden fan back in the day. In fact i wasn't interested in the grunge sound much at all, except for meeting, and liking, the band Love Battery while i was in Adulterous Woman. They had a really cool psychedelic influence and very beat-generation-inspired lyrics. But now i think i missed that a lot of those Seattle groups had similar influences.

I heard two versions of Black Hole Sun yesterday on the radio, one the original band version, and the other a live acoustic version by Chris Cornell. It made me want to go get Soundgarden's Superunknown record. Of course i'll have to look for a used copy as i am currently boycotting major labels.

Except for hearing that song on the radio a few times, i've enjoyed a cover version i have of it far more than the original. It's by an artist named Mimi from her album Soak. It came out on David Byrne's label Luaka Bop in the late 90's. Mimi was in Hugo Largo, a brilliant 80's band whom i have posted about before. Her version is gentle and ambient, or perhaps fragile is a better description. It musically caresses the ideas of frailty and vulnerability written in Cornell's lyrics, and Mimi's vocal performance is equally evocative.

There's another version that i heard many years ago, but only a couple of times, while i as working at Olsson's Books and Records in downtown DC. It was on a compilation called Lounge-a-Palooza, and was by none other than Steve Lawrence and Edie Gorme. And it was frakkin brilliant, too. I should have bought it then...perhaps i will now.

Tour Stories part 5

Continuing with Adulterous Woman's 1993 tour story, the Bar None showcase was, as i have been building toward from the last two chapters, an almost complete disaster. We arrived at the recording studio which was to be the venue for the showcase, unloaded and set up our equipment. The label guys weren't there yet, just the owner of the studio. As we set up he explained to us that the studio had recently been broken in to, and a bunch of gear was stolen by a former employee, or so they believed. Once all of our instruments were ready we asked the guy about the PA for our vocals. I can't remember but i think he was surprised that we hadn't brought our own (who do we look like, REM? Most independent bands don't tour with their own PA. Geesh!). Anyway he began further explaining that the theft left them with little to use for PA. And once he set up what they had, that point was made very clear. It was worse than the PA at Boo-Boo's. But on the bright side, at least there was no bar conversations that we would have to compete with.

Glenn Morrow showed up with his secretary and Bar None's then co-owner, both of whose names i have forgotten. As i recall the partner was a older, thin Scottish guy with a salt and pepper beard and mustache. The secretary i can't recall anything about. I was too nervous, and nerve-wrecked. What i can recall is that they were all really nice. Glenn mentioned that his sister liked us from the Boo-Boo's performance. During the showcase they all listened attentively and gave encouraging comments between songs. However, what i remember most is that we sucked even more than we had the night before at the club. Only this time, we knew that they knew it, too.

We were getting seriously bummed by all the bad turns of events on this tour. After our showcase set, Glenn and company asked what our plans were for the next day. We said we had to get going by late morning, and they invited us over to the Bar None offices in the morning to talk to us once they'd had a chance to talk it over between themselves. That night we cursed our luck with bad PAs and wondered what the conversation would be like with them.

In the morning we headed to their offices down near the waterfront. They invited us in and immediately started showering us with tapes and CDs of their current catalogue of artists. We took this at first as a good sign. Wouldn't you? However, once we heard what they had to say we realized that it was pretty much a kiss off, but certainly a very nice one. Better than the CBGB one, that's for sure.

To be fair, to us as well as them, Glenn and his business partner did say that they could see potential in us, and they liked a few of our songs, especially one called "Meet the Wife of the Devil", and they hinted at possibly doing a single of it at some point. They wanted us to keep in touch and send them more demos. We never did, which is something i'll talk about in the next Tour Stories chapter.

Tour Stories part 4

After the nearly fatal van accident of Adulterous Woman's east coast tour of 1993, we finally arrived at our friend's house in Alexandria, Virginia. It was the first stopping point between our home in Tempe, AZ and the first gig in Hoboken, NJ. Our friend Bob let us take over his small apartment's living room for a couple of days and showed us a few sights in Washington, DC. Then we had to shove on off to our gigs, and Bob decided he'd come along. We were glad for his company, and we were glad to have an additional fan in the audiences, too.

We stayed in Hoboken at our friend and former tour manager Mike's brother's apartment. It was a 5th floor walkup with no elevator. So it was necessary to lug all of our equipment up the 4 flights of stairs several times while staying with him. We arrived the afternoon before our first gig, at a club in Hoboken called Boo-Boo's, and we made some phone calls. The first bad news of the tour, aside from almost dying, was that the booking person for CBGB apparently didn't know how to read a calandar, yet alone use one, and told me that we were supposed to be playing one week later. I protested, saying that i had confirmed the date several times in different phone conversations with her. But she didn't back down, and was even rude, defensive, and in denial about her mistake. She offered us a spot in the wee hours of the morning, at like 3am, which we should have just taken, but on principles we declined. 3am on a Friday or Saturday would be one thing, and we would have overlooked her incompetence, but not for a weeknight.

We invited the BarNone guys to come out to Boo-Boo's even though our showcase with them was the next day. When we called Glenn Morrow he said that his wife was about to go in to labor, but that his sister wanted to come out and see us in his stead. She apparently did some work for the label, too. We gladly put her on our guest list once we arrived at the gig. We began wondering if Glenn was even going to make the showcase.

Boo-Boo's was very crowded when we arrived, but once we set up and started playing we realized quickly that 90% of the patrons were there to merely drink and socialize. We were largely ignored and had to play over the din of conversations with a piss poor PA system. We had to keep our amplifier volumes down just to hear the vocals ourselves. It was catagorized afterward by the band as a pretty awful gig. Glenn's sister did arrive, though, and only missed a few songs i think. She was kindly supportive and was gonna pass along her impressions of us to her brother. Oh, and she said the baby was born and Glenn would be able to make the showcase just fine the next day. Yay!

We returned to our 4th floor walkup and discussed how much we sucked that night, and how much we were looking forward to playing much better for the showcase (a foreshadowing!). The showcase was set for an afternoon, early evening kind of thing, so to take up most of the next day Kelly, Aimee, Bob, and I went sightseeing for a bit in NYC. Natalie stayed in Hoboken and brooded, and Heather kept her company (took one for the team, she did).

During our sightseeing Aimee nearly got lost in the subway. We all stepped on to an extremely busy train at one point and looked back to see that Aimee hadn't made it. The sad face we looked at as our subway car slowly moved away almost made us cry (i think Kelly actually did), especially as Aimee had given Kelly her purse to carry. So there she was alone on a subway platform in the middle of New York City with no money and no identification...and no cell phones, which we all now take for granted. The rest of us got out at the next stop, hit the surface, got our bearings, and took off running for the last stop hoping that Aimee would stay put. She did, all was well, and now we have this great story to amuse us.

(to be continued)

Tour Stories - Part 3

Adulterous Woman's last tour at the beginning of 1993 was an attempt to check out the East Coast and see if perhaps we would fit in better there than we did in Phoenix, which only had (easy) access to the West Coast. Heather and I had an idea that being all Throwing Muses-y as we were, that perhaps the more heady rock audiences of the East would dig us more. So in mid 1992, we began sending out tapes to independent labels to see if we could get a bite, and started trying to line up club dates.

We managed to get a Bar None Records showcase, which we all were enthused about. They had some acts then that we would have been pleased to call labelmates. And the label was just big enough to have decent distribution, but no so big as to expect us to sell millions of records. We also managed to book gigs at The Rathskellar in Boston, and CBGB in NYC. Despite having a friend in the DC area who we were going to stay with for a couple of days, we weren't able to get a booking there.

Time being so hard to come by for us working stiffs, we had to try to fit our tour in to two weeks, with driving time threatening to take up almost half of that. Heather decided that we should just take shifts driving and do the cross country trek straight through, only stopping for meals. We set out on an early January morning in a rented minivan with the band (guitarist Natalie, Bassist Heather, and Drummer me), Kelly, and our friend Aimee. Heather did a lion's share of the driving, with me and Kelly probably sharing most of the rest.

Driving from southern Arizona in to southern New Mexico (or in fact from anywhere in Arizona in to New Mexico) one realizes just how beautiful the State of New Mexico is, and how dingy the Arizona desert is by comparison. Then you get to Central Texas and you get lost in the expanse. It seemed like we'd never get through it. The highlight for me was seeing a sign for Palo Duro Canyon which is mentioned in the Throwing Muses song Dizzy. Yes...that literally was the highlight.

At the butt crack of dawn the next morning we finally entered Arkansas and headed up toward Little Rock and on to Memphis. Then at dusk, we were just entering the southeasternmost part of Virginia when we encountered snow. We stopped for dinner at a Waffle House (We saw a lot of Waffle Houses on this tour). When we got back on the road the first "incident" of the tour happened.

Heather was in the driver's seat as we headed back out in to the snowy evening. I was directly behind her, and resting so i could take a driving shift later. We were still about 8 hours from our friend's house and Heather had already been driving before our dinner break. She pulled back on to the snow-covered freeway and was getting up to speed when all of a sudden i look up to see a shower of burning cigarette parts flying in my face and lap. I started loudly, "Hey!" and the van began switching left and right in the slush. Heather tried to correct this but the van was at this point on the inside shoulder of the freeway, and to our shock, was heading directly toward the wrong side of an overpass. I had immediate thoughts of us careening down the hill and flying on to whatever was below that overpass; a creek, another road, a ravine? Luckily in those few seconds, which seemed an eternity, Heather was able to get control of the van and put it back on to the pavement in time to go over the overpass.

Everyone sat quiet for many minutes after that. We were just counting our blessings that we were alive. Apparently she had dropped her cigarette on the floor and had bent quickly down to pick it up and then tried to roll her window down and dispose of the damn thing. Instead the wind whipped it back in to the van, and in to me. All of this took place within a few seconds and, momentarily confused and surprised, Heather didn't notice that she was off the road on to the shoulder. Trying to correct it initially is when the pitching left and right began. I think we all lost a few years off of our lives that night.

But at least we didn't see any ghosts. (to be continued)

Thank You, Friends

I got to play music today for the first time in quite a while. My friend Bob, whom i've known and with whom i've played music since 1983, is a member of an improvisational group called Conduit based in Falls Church, VA. They invited me to sit in with them. Well, to be truthful i kinda asked to sit in, but Bob would have asked me in a heartbeat if he had known i was ready to get back in to playing. Since the kids came along it has been hard to schedule the time to play, so he was used to my period of inactivity.

Anyway the other guys in the group, JD and Ted, were very nice and welcoming. They used to be a quartet, but one of their keyboardists left the band a few months back. Since then they have enjoyed being a trio but they also like having guests too. So i got to be the guest on Conduit 23, that's right the twenty-third CD the band had made. The modus operandi of the band is that they record everything they play, and they free-improvise all of it too, which is what mine and Bob's band Unola did as well.

I thought it went fairly well, even though i haven't sat down at a drum kit or picked up a guitar in months. But of course when recording, there is a big difference between how it sounds in the room and how it will sound on the playback. We'll have to hear how it turns out in a few weeks when JD has a chance to mix it all down. Thanks guys! And thanks to my lovely wife for herding our kids alone for the afternoon and into the evening so that i could indulge myself in my favorite artistic activity.

Phil's Poetry part 5

Non Sequitors 1-21

belly up to the bar
it's a drop in the bucket
pass the buck
like wow, man
cough it over
a bird in the hand
i'm up again
it's a dog's life
call me in about an hour
got change for a dollar?
a green guernsey cow
now, then
the third police report tonight
i've got a bump
put in his thumb and pulled out a plumb
any which way you look at it
hey dog, you're gettin' out of hand
blond, fermenting chloraphile
don't touch that dial
what was i just thinking of?
pull when push comes to shove

Who Can It Be Now?

I had dinner once in 1987 with Colin James Hay. He was the lead singer for the 80's band Men at Work for those of you who don't recognize the name. It wasn't just the two of us, it was a record company dinner for him as he passed through Phoenix on a radio tour supporting his first solo album Looking for Jack. Instead of touring with a band and playing gigs, he did interviews and played acoustically at radio stations.

My then boss Mark at Tower Records asked if I wanted to go simply because he could bring someone, and he had only been told about it that day...so it was a last minute kind of thing. I thought, "free dinner, sure", and off we went. It was in Scottsdale at a upscale Italian restaurant whose name i can't remember.

I ended up sitting right next to Mr. Hay, even though I was just somebody's guest at this thing. We talked about music mostly (No! Really?). I remember a lengthy conversation about Frank Zappa, and another about life in Australia. He was very nice, and he even chatted me up about my then band Fine Science once I brought the subject up.

The most memorable thing about the whole evening, though, was when we left. Colin and I walked out together, still talking, and as we stepped outside it was snowing. He said something like, "Hey, look at that?", and i replied, "yeah, this doesn't happen in Scottsdale." Of course it didn't stick, it just melted immediately, but it sure was beautiful.

Phil's Poetry part 4

show me the cold moon o shattered son
pilfer from the small towns and cities
the goods which keep you living

the brave deeds of your kind
the gears which clutch and grind
the hours i've lain awake
by choice i've taken back
my voice and given another
a chance to live
in the delusion that what we are
here is as flesh and bones appear
in photographs and x-ray
as murderers or as hunters' prey

show us as we really are
to us non-beings in as far
as we made up our minds
to hide inside them
the cold moon is larger than it looks to be

we are capable
and capable of being misled
and of misleading ourselves

we are tied to the tracks
looking forward to the future
and then back at the past
when actually both ways seem to fade
forever from our sight
because we fail to know what can last

show me the cold moon o battered son
make me to feel everything as one
our tracks are paths toward endless horizons

Tour Stories - Part 2

On Adulterous Woman's first tour, we only played a few shows. Booking your own unknown band is no easy task, and you have to just take what you can get and hope there's a crowd. Well one way we hoped to reach more people is to play on a college radio station. We contacted KDVS at the University of California at Davis campus and they set a date for us to play live on the air.

When we arrived everyone was very nice, but we ended up being hurried on for reasons i can't recall. There was no time for any soundcheck and the monitoring was really bad, almost non-existent. So not being able to hear our vocals well enough meant that we effectively sucked vocally. Often we were off-key and singing too loud which distorted the signal at times. The proof of this was that they recorded the whole thing for us; that's a tape that i've only listened to all the way through once, while cringing.

The day before that show, though, while staying in San Jose, my wife and I had a strange experience. We got a motel room for all of us, and then leaving Heather and Natalie there, Kelly and I decided to go in search of some dinner, ie fast food. We started off one way on the not-so-busy divided road and after 5 minutes or so realized that wasn't the way to go. There were no restaurants of any kind to be seen. So we found a turn lane, made a "U-ey" and started off in the other direction.

As soon as i turned and started speeding up, i immediately noticed a man walking from the curb in to the street from a boarded up ex-motel. I slowed down a bit, not knowing whether he was going to stop. Then he did stop, right at the white line, and when our rental car was about 10 feet from him he turned and faced us. To my shock, there was blood streaming down the right side of his face. I gasped, and so did Kelly, as we passed him within a couple of seconds (i was probably going about 25 mph by then) and then i immediately looked in the rear view mirror. I saw nothing. Of course it was getting darker (our headlights were on) so there may just not have been enough light to see him. So i found the next place to make another U-turn and we went back to see if he needed help. There was no sign of the guy, and no blood on the road even though there really should have been. I mean the blood was literally streaming.

It's the only time i've ever had an experience that i can't explain except to say that it had to be an apparition. A prank? Not with the volume of liquid coming off of that guy's face. There would have to have been some trace of it left. It was only about 45 seconds between seeing it and going back. And in our headlights the second time around the road was completely dry. Kelly and I drove back to the motel mostly in silence. We both saw it although Kelly has always been more skeptical about it. But as for me, i think we saw a ghost.

Phil's Poetry part 3

this daughter of her father's contempt
teaching life with simple motions
sleeping among strangers
misunderstanding their solutions
she could be the queen of all sensation
as they idolize her
she remembers what she gave
and what she took
as with each empty bottle
her life was poured out
swigged
put down
and thrown up

Artists for my Top 100 Albums

as promised here's the list of artists that created my Top 100 Albums of all time list.


Aerosmith
Ambrosia
Laurie Anderson
Syd Barrett
The Beatles
Big Star
Peter Blegvad
David Bowie
The Breeders
Kate Bush
David Byrne
John Cale
Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band
The Cars
Christmas
The Clash
Bruce Cockburn
Cocteau Twins
Julian Cope
Elvis Costello
Dixie Dregs
Drunken Boat
Brian Eno
Brian Eno + David Byrne
Fibulator
French, Frith, Kaiser, and Thompson
Robert Fripp
Fred Frith
Peter Gabriel
Marvin Gaye
Genesis
Giles, Giles, and Fripp
Philip Glass
The Golden Palominos
John Greaves & Peter Blegvad
Steve Hackett
Roy Harper
Henry Cow
Robyn Hitchcock
Steve Howe
Hugo Largo
Jean-Michel Jarre
Jethro Tull
Elton John
King Crimson
Kitchens of Distinction
Kraftwerk
John Lennon & Yoko Ono
Let's Active
The Lodge
Bob Marley and the Wailers
Mavis Piggott
Marli MacLoed
Meat Puppets
Joni Mitchell
Van Morrison
Harry Nillsson
Sinead O'Connor
Andy Partridge
Pink Floyd
Prefab Sprout
The Pretenders
Propaganda
Lou Reed
REM
Roxy Music
Sade
Sadistic Mika Band
Santana
Jane Siberry
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Slapp Happy
The Soft Boys
Steely Dan
Stereolab
Suddenly Tammy
Supertramp
The Swans
Hajime Tachibana
Talking Heads
Talk Talk
The Teardrop Explodes
Tears for Fears
Television
10,000 Maniacs
Thirteenth Floor Elevators
Richard and Linda Thompson
Throwing Muses
Tirez Tirez
Vangelis
The Velvet Underground
Tom Verlaine
The Violent Femmes
Lucinda Williams
The Wolfgang Press
Robert Wyatt
XTC
Yes
Frank Zappa

Phil's Poetry part 2

What delight
Imagination censors time
The licence permitted has introduced a result
a phenomenon of freedom

The subject is
In the galleries of words
The entire subject
Continually living to solve
It suffers greater freedom

source material:

What delight the poetic imagination takes in making game of censors. Time was when the poetic arts codified the licences to be permitted. Contemporary poetry, however, has introduced freedom in the very body of the language. As a result, poetry appears as a phenomenon of freedom. - Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, Introduction

The speaking subject is the entire subject. - Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

...Lonely prospector in the galleries of words. - J.B. Pontalis

We are continually living a solution of problems that refection cannot hope to solve. - J.H. Van den Berg

Poetry constantly surpasses its origins, and because it suffers more deeply in ecstacy or in sorrow, it retains greater freedom. - Pierre-Jean Jouve

Tour Stories part 1

In 1992 my then main band Adulterous Woman went on a short tour (our second) to the Northwest, mostly to play in Portland and Seattle where we had booked two shows each. Travelling with us (us being Heather, Natalie and myself) were my girlfriend Kelly (now my wife, she is also Heather's sister), and our friends Aimee and Mike. Mike used to let us practice at his house in South Phoenix and on the tour he decided he would act as our manager, which we all agreed might help smooth over any problems we encountered.

We had rented a minivan for this tour. On the previous tour we had taken two cars, and on the way back one of them broke down. This was before the affordable cell phone so logistics were difficult. When we got to Portland we had arranged to stay with a friend whose band i was in briefly back in Phoenix a few years before. He had a gorgeous old house pretty close to downtown Portland. He was also really in to drugs, which our "manager" Mike appreciated. In fact he appreciated it so much that he decided he'd stay behind while we went on to Seattle to play at the OK Hotel. They actually had scored something really good right outside our Satyricon gig the night before.

The OK Hotel show went really well. We headlined, i believe, being the out of town band on a weeknight. It wasn't because anyone had heard of us necessarily, although Kevin (Love Battery) and Chris and Carla (The Walkabouts) did come to see us. We had met them in travels before, both ours and theirs. The opening band was called John The Baptist, and after we performed it became clear that they were quite impressed with us. Their drummer was very complimentary, and when we were just about to go ask Kevin about possible accomodations, the drummer invited us to stay at his place. He said he'd be glad to let us stay there and he'd go sleep at his girlfriend's place to make more room. We thought this was nice so we accepted his offer.

After loading out in the wee hours, the drummer-guy brought a biker guy over to us and said that his friend would ride with us in our van, because the directions to their place were a bit confusing. This should have been red flag number one. But we were young and probably a little naive. Kevin said, upon hearing about this arrangement, "if things don't work out, call me", and he raised his eyebrows in an all-wise manner. This should have been red flag number two.

The drive to the house we were to stay in was indeed very confusing and even the biker guy got lost a little. This should be red flag number three. After about a 45 minute drive, we finally we got to the house. I recall that it was north of Seattle's downtown, so yeah it was the suburbs edging towards being the sticks. The house sat on a corner and had a fairly high cement stair climb to get to the front door. After biker guy went up to the house we all sat wondering if perhaps we should make up an excuse to leave. But we were tired so we plodded in, each with a light load of gear, just to get the lay of the land.

And what did we see as we entered? A small living room with a guy, who i call video zombie, sitting on an ottoman, so lost in the game that he didn't even look at any of the 5 people entering the house carrying band equipment. Well, ok maybe he didn't even live there, so big deal. But as we walked around the corner in to the kitchen there were two guys playing a different kind of game. One of them had a gun and seemed to be showing the other one a particular kind of choke hold that is suitable for a mugging, or perhaps an armed robbery. I remember feeling my stomach drop but just continuing to follow our biker guide, who had met us at the door, down in to the basement to where drummer guy apparently lived.

Now i was thinking, "basement apartment: must be more than large enough to accomodate us", right? Well, not really. The entire basement was perhaps 12 feet by 12 feet with a huge bed taking up most of the room. We all stood looking at this small room and for a few seconds tried to figure out how we could work out a tetris diagram of where we'd all sack out. I recall someone, probably Heather, saying, "well Kelly, you and Todd can have the bed".

After a minute sanity hit and i suggested that we just find an excuse to leave. I figured if we made it past the gunman, we were home free. The interesting thing about the gunman, too, was that to my memory neither he nor his student, just like the video zombie, said anything to us or even seemed to acknowledge that we were there. It only just occured to me at the time of this writing that perhaps they were ghosts, and that maybe even biker guy didn't see them, although all 5 of us definitely did. My wife and I both had seen what i could only explain as being a ghost on our previous tour, but that's another post.

When we called Kevin at about 3:30am, he was incredibly understanding and listened to our freaked out adventure before heading back to bed, leaving us his wonderfully huge (by comparison) living room in which to crash. His wife had to be up early for class, or a job, i can't remember which, but we were able to sleep in until mid-morning before heading out for Portland to pick up our "manager".

review of Fibulator - Even From Here You Look Big

The Oakland, California band Fibulator never became well known, but they sure did make some interesting music, and two great vinyl records. In later interviews the members unanimously panned this, their first vinyl but second overall release, as they did also when I talked to them about it in 1994. At that time they much preferred the work they had just created, their second vinyl album drankfromtheasphalt. Personally, although the latter is an equally great record, I have always liked Even From Here You Look Big a bit more.

Fibulator's sound is hard to describe. My first impression was that they reminded me of Art Bears, Fred Frith's post Henry Cow band from the late 70's. But i later understood them to be influenced by other San Francisco Bay area bands like The Residents and Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, both being not too far from the Art Rock path (sic). But influences aside, Fibulator's music is complex, engaging, and at times funky, ambient, quirky, angular, and darkly humorous (and more).

The main lyrical theme that seems to thread through Even From Here You Look Big is that of emotional manipulation. That idea is present in several songs which dissect different kinds of relationships. The theme definitely translates for me as a concept, although most bands would vomit at the suggestion that they've made a concept album.

The first track on the album where the theme seems most evident is Confuse Me. The lyrics concern a situation where the singer is arguing with a stalker-y sort of guy, perhaps a fan. Some of the best moments play on dark humor, "Don't send me letters filled with my old poems....Remember this song's really not about you", with the refrain always being something to the effect of "I can't be your friend, you're trying to confuse me". There's an emotional tension that is wonderfully captured in the vocal performances and equally supported in the well-crafted and well-played music.

In Slabsides, another kind of relationship is presented. The protagonist, identified on the lyric sheet as Laura, reveals a manipulative nature as she burns ants on the sidewalk with a magnifying glass. But she is reflective about the act, and philosophizes about her mental state and how her environment contributes to her whim. Again the vocal parts are emotively acted out with strong dynamics that elevate the song to more of an experience. Just like a movie where you forget that there are actors reading lines, you begin to live in Fibulator's songs.

On the second side of this vinyl only release, the song Waiter deals with yet another manipulative character, this time a random coffee shop patron. The song isn't about the waiter, but rather about the brief relationship between a woman sitting at the counter waiting for a bus and a bullying man trying to talk to her. Halfway through his bullying she begins pleading with the waiter "can i have a glass of water?......do you have the right time?......can I get an ashtray?......I need another napkin please" as she nervously endures the patron's intimidating tones. You can feel her frustration as she tries to divert attention away from the man, hoping perhaps that he'll just leave her alone. When she does speak to him he makes her doubt her answers as he mocks them. When at one point she passively agrees "i guess so", he aggressively digs in, "What, what, what, what do you mean you guess so?" to which she stutters, "i-i-i, i-i, i mean i think i don't really know....why can't i say what i mean?"

Prelude to the Cactus seems to be a short glimpse of a father/daughter dinner engagement and features a strange, one sided, philosophic conversation. The daughter at one point questions, "Father will you forsake me?" and goes on, "Knowing that you will, i'll forsake you first, i'll skirt the worst, my family will love me still, and i will know this with bitterness."

There are complicated emotional processes going on in these scenarios, and they are all presented in perfectly matched musical environments. The vocals range from the furious screamed chorus of Slabsides, to gentle whispers in Loose Ends, to the almost operatic Prelude to the Cactus.

Musically, Fibulator utilized odd time signatures and jarring stop/start arrangements. They created musical worlds with their songs. There's tension, dynamics, loping repetition, moody atmospheres, and grooves aplenty. The melodies are catchy, but not in a hooky top-40 way. It's clear that the members of this group had imagination, and knew how to work well together to come up with multi-faceted rock compositions in which no one instrument or voice ever dominates. They were a true group in the best sense.

The musicianship is of a very high quality while still having a loose, improvisational feel. The songs aren't over-rehearsed, and seem very organic. Like i said before, you could live inside this music, and take in the musical landscapes that they have created. It is one of the most engaging records i've ever heard. Finding a copy may be difficult as the band broke up in the late 90's. If you want one but can't find a copy, contact me....maybe we can work something out.

Even From Here You Look Big and drankfromtheasphalt were originally released on Electro Motive Records. Their final album, unhammerlike, is still available on CD at Silly Bird Records.

Welcome to NaBloPoMo

It's November and that mean it's National Blog Posting Month. Coming up here at Philfree we'll have Tour Stories from Phil's bands, Phil's poetry, some record reviews, and much much more.
There are many wonderful and talented bloggers to check out. So...well....check em out!

Phil's Poetry part 1

For Alaska

something spilled
a toxic harmful
we celebrate the imbalance
calling all squadrons, alert
i have a feeling tonight
some people are going to get hurt

along the axis a craft flies
legs of light walking in place like a mime
hovering
beach neck overboard
stones fill up a part of what it was to be empty
below surface albeit above the law
the blame lies like a wounded raven
can be pitied
serves as our world conscience
tells more in its exhoneration than most men could forthright

Random and Weird

I've been Memed again....and the task i've been charged with is this:

Link to your tagger and post rules.
Share 7 facts about yourself, some random and some weird.
Tag 7 people at the end of post and list their names.
Let them know they were tagged by a comment on their blog.

btw, i find all of these to be both random and weird. but you be the judge.

fact one: when i was in fifth grade i lived in florida. at school one day i slipped and fell in someone else's vomit in the bathroom. back in class i was told i could not be excused to go home and change my clothes. i've hated florida ever since. i don't even capitalize it.

fact two: i was a virgin until i was 25 years old. and not just a Meme Virgin either.

fact three: i find music of The Partridge Family to be at times interesting, compelling, and poignant.

fact four: my childhood friend Jeff and I tried to make a super-8 science fiction movie called "Metamorphosis in the Fourth Dimension". we co-wrote it, i was the star, and he the cinematographer, director and producer.

fact five: my maternal grandmother once commented to my mother that she thought i was effeminant. when pressed for her reasoning, "mamaw" noted my long hair, the fact that i carried a backpack around everywhere, and the way i walked as evidence.

fact six: in my teen years, instead of partying down with the other kids, i used to hang out at a coffee shop (a Bob's Big Boy to be precise) and read, write, drink hot tea, and chat up the waitresses, some of whom i had crushes on. i felt like some kind of intellectual at the time. man, being a teenager really sucks.

fact seven: i'm convinced that i have many repressed memories of my childhood. i don't know what exactly happened to make this so, and i don't want to know. ignorance is bliss, ask the president.

you're tagged Kathy, Groove momma, and The Noble Savage (new e-quaintances from NaBloPoMo), Heather D, Jennyfur, Molly, and Heather J.

Sea creature with human-like teeth?

Stranger things have been....hmmmm, or maybe not.

Julian Cope Q and A

Some dumb questions just have to be asked, i guess.

Q: Would you ever do another Teardrop Explodes gig?
A: Would you ever return to having your mother wipe your asshole?

Vonnegut Rocks

I wish i had listened to friends from many years ago and started reading Vonnegut then. He was a forward thinking dude. Rest his soul, he's my new hero!

Another Band Who Understands

Poster Children are another group of intelligent musicians who are committed to music, and who know that the Industry doesn't care. They have their own label now and are doing exactly what every band/artists should do with their careers: managing it themselves. They tour, record, post songs for download, and do all the other things necessary to have a successful music career without signing (relinquishing their rights) to a label.

It wasn't always like that for them. They were signed to a major at one point in their career, and they only survived by being smart enough to refuse tour support and other financial trappings that labels try to sneek on to artists' debt. They moved to an Indie in the late 90's and now they are DIY.

Here's an excerpt from their website that tells it like it is:

There’s a lot of nattering about “The Future of Music” but what people are really talking about is “The Future of the Music Business”, and as a music fan and music maker I don’t really care how or if Sony, Time Warner, Rupert Murdoch or Apple will be able to make millions of dollars off of other people’s creativity in the next few years- I’m interested in hearing the next song or band that will make my day. The future of music is what it has always been: the future of music is musicians.

Most of the sounds I’ve loved over the past 20+ years have required some extra effort to find- commercial radio, chain stores and major labels rarely provided anything of interest; it was word of mouth channelled through friends, fanzines, college radio, independent record labels and independent record stores that gave me what I wanted. Now with the web, word of mouth is hyperlinked- it’s easier than ever to find music that is in line with your specific tastes and there’s no reason to spend any time or money supporting the major media companies’ DRM infested business model that benefits neither the creator nor the consumer.

Rock On Poster Children!

Thea and Liam's first song collaboration

My kids made up a nonsense song one day when they went to Watkins Park. According to Kelly, Liam started singing something that sounded like "Butchy-Boo, I see you" to which Thea at some point spontaneously added "Wiki-Wiki Farfle!"

So now almost everytime we take a car ride somwhere, we inevitably end up singing this. Thea has even started playing conductor and pointing to us to say different parts. Today was no exception as we drove to the grocery store and back.

Those little cuties have their differences, but under it all they love each other so much. Here they are again holding hands on the way to pick up a quick dinner from the burger joint with the scary king for a mascot.

Video Friday - Always those Star Wars...don't let em in!

It's so wonderful that this exists.

Roxanne Shante is so Smart

She gave a big corporation a taste of their own bad medicine, only she made it good medicine because she's not evil for doing it, but rather she's a frakkin' genius. Thanks to Kelly for letting me know about this, and the Star Wars one as well. She in turn found the Roxanne Shante one here.

People are People

I support National Coming Out Day, and i believe strongly in Human Rights for all. So let this blog entry be my coming out as someone who supports the rights of people to love whomever they wish. And i hope that sooner than later all Lesbian, Gay, Bi and Transexual persons are given the same rights under the law as non-LGBTs.

My 100 Favorite Albums

Listed in alphabetical order by the groups'/artists' names, i only allowed myself to pick one album per artist, except where a particular artist collaborated with someone else, as in my inclusion of an Eno album as well as an Eno/David Byrne album. I left off the artists' names because i thought it might be an interesting game for someone to try and guess them. Some are pretty easy, and i've already given you two hints.

Rocks
Ambrosia
Big Science
The Madcap Laughs
“The White Album”
3rd (Sister Lovers)
Downtime
Low
Pod
Hounds of Love
The Catherine Wheel
Paris, 1919
Mirror Man
The Cars
Ultra-Prophets of Thee Psychick Revolution
Combat Rock
Stealing Fire
Heaven or Las Vegas
Jehovahkill
Armed Forces
Dregs of the Earth
See Ruby Falls
Before and After Science
My Life in the Bush of Ghosts
Even From Here You Look Big
Live Love Larf & Loaf
Exposure
Gravity
peter gabriel I
What’s Going On?
Selling England by the Pound
The Cheerful Insanity of Giles, Giles, and Fripp
Powaquattsi
Visions of Excess
Kew Rhone
Please Don’t Touch
When an Old Cricketer Leaves the Crease
Unrest
Globe of Frogs
The Steve Howe Album
Mettle
Zoolook
A Passion Play
Honky Chateau
Discipline
Cowboys and Aliens
Autobahn
Double Fantasy
Big Plans for Everyone
Smell of a Friend
Catch a Fire
You Can Be Low
Like Hollywood
Meat Puppets II
Court and Spark
Moondance
Son of Schmilsson
The Lion and the Cobra
Take Away/The Lure of Salvage
Animals
Junior Citizen
Two Wheels Good
Learning to Crawl
A Secret Wish
Berlin
Fables of the Reconstruction
Country Life
Stronger Than Pride
Black Ship
Caravanserai
The Walking
Tinderbox
Desperate Straights
Underwater Moonlight
The Royal Scam
Mars Audiac Quintet
We Get There When We Do
Crisis? What Crisis?
Burning World
Hm
Remain in Light
The Colour of Spring
Wilder
Songs from the Big Chair
Marquee Moon
The Wishing Chair
Easter Everywhere
Shoot Out the Lights
House Tornado
Against All Flags
Albedo 0.39
Velvet Underground and Nico
Flashlight
The Blind Leading the Naked
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
Funky Little Demons
Rock Bottom
English Settlement
Close to the Edge
The Grand Wazoo

The New Model of Music Business

Discipline Global Mobile, or DGM, is the home of King Crimson and assorted KC alumni. It's a label that was formed to support the artistic endeavors of Robert Fripp (and friends) and thereby sidestep the usual Music Industry model of greed and artistic indifference. Fripp was financially jerked around by his former management/label EG Records and was robbed of a lot of money through the years by bad (non-existent) accounting.

DGM was formed, and is informed, by a philosophical analysis of what it is that musicians do, and expect, and how that relates to their audience. It is a forward way of thinking and doing business. It seeks to give credit where credit is due, and to fairly compensate everyone involved in the process of making music. And it is more sensitive to the needs of its audience.

Cutting Out the Man

The greedheads have declared War and the battles have begun. I plan on boycotting all major label releases, and if there are bands that i like who are on those labels, i will try to contact the bands to tell them why i am boycotting them. I will buy used CDs as much as possible, but at all costs will try to avoid giving my money to the greedy exploitative corporations who own the music industry.

All artists who create music need to wake up and realize that the fat cats are just using them to line their (overseas) bank accounts, and that not only do they not care about music, they see musicians as merely naive, easy exploits. Artists need to stay in control of what they create. The Future of Music Coalition is one way that the music community is fighting the Industry, or more acurately trying to change the Industry for the better. Certain Artists are trying other ways.

The internet can make labels obsolete. Any band that wants to make a living playing music can find ways to market themselves to a huge potential audience online. When you sign to a label, you become financially endebted to them. Why not just try for a small business loan and do it yourself. It's long past time for another DIY revolution in music.

Kristen Hersh - Forward Thinker

Coalition of Artists & Stake Holders, or the "CASH Music Project"

Check out what the Throwing Muses/50 Ft. Wave member and solo artist is planning next. Kristen Hersh has long been thinking ahead to what is to come for music in the the future. She knows that labels are fast becoming obsolete. With the internet there's no need for the "middle man". In fact there's no need for the Man at all. Has there ever been? Music now has the potential to go from artists directly to fans, or perhaps they should be called patrons. Bye-bye Major Labels, you better find a new medium to exploit!

People are Weird

Why did they name this kids playground structure Tot-tanic, after a ship that sank leaving around 1,500 people dead? And besides, this looks more like a pirate ship than an ocean liner. I especially like the nice Christian Cross where the kids can practice crucifying each other. A tool that will no doubt come in handy in High School. What? Oh that's a mast, huh? Aye Aye Cap'n!

Family Bonds

My niece Micaela lives in Northern Arizona. Isn't she adorable? She's smart as a whip too. She just turned 12, and she plays the flute, and is a voracious reader. My brother Chris and his wife Becky like being near Becky's mother and other family so that Micaela grows up with cousins and grandparents in her life. I hope that our family can visit them next year. Thea is always saying how much she misses them. She's never actually met them, but in her almost 4 year old mind the love is just as strong as if she had.

Are Musical Opinions Objective? - part 2

The following are selections from my side of an email discussion with an online acquaintance, which were subsequently edited:

I absolutely think that anyone who claims that "greatness" is inherent in certain music and that "crapola" is inherent in other music is wrong. This is not to say that I think these judgments don't exist, because I make them all the time. But I don't think the judgments have objective reality.

The Barney Theme Song and serious music
I think the guy (sic) that wrote the Barney theme didn't intend it to be in any way "serious music", however it may appeal to someone who doesn't even think Classical music is worth a listen. And sure I'd think they were a bit weird, but can I say they are objectively wrong to like it? Compare instead Strauss' “Also Sprach Zarathustra” and Beethoven's Ninth. Strauss was considered a second rate composer, even by his own admission. But that has to do mostly with analyzing musical content held to defined academic standards, and not to do much with what listeners get out of the pieces. The strictly mathematical musical content has objective reality (the use of well defined musical structure etc). But can we really say Zarathustra is objectively better/worse than Beethoven's Ninth. I don't see that as being an objective issue. Who is to decide? Do a bunch of music critics know better than I do which music is good? Do they know better than anyone else? Do they even agree? Is there anyone who could be held up as having the final word on what music is great and what is worthless? I say no. If the evaluation of music was objective, then everyone would just know which was better in the same way that I know that there's a desk under my hands, or I am drinking water out of a blue cup.

Basically, I think there are objective aspects of music (written notes, sound waves, instruments, and recordings...i.e. the things of music). But the experience of music that we have, the range of emotions it can produce (in us), can't be objectified. It's potentially different for anyone who listens to it. And so, judgments based on those experiences are subjective. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

(In response to an email regarding semantics) I think your argument necessarily has to be partly about semantics. By saying that quality judgments are objective, one is redefining the term objective, because there is no physical reality to a quality judgment. There are objects, and there are quality judgments in relation to the objects, which necessarily must be subjective since they have no material existence. If the judgments were material, they could not relate in the same way to the object in question.

To touch on one of your (earlier) points, I agree with you that not everyone is equally qualified to perceive beauty. It goes without saying, as judgments regarding beauty must sometimes include sight and smell and hearing, and those things are denied to some people. But that still doesn't speak to the objectivity issue. My whole point is that subjective and objective realities both exist, but that things are either one or the other (as long as one agrees with the distinction). There are objects that are beautiful, but positing an objects’ physical existence is an objective issue, and positing its beauty is a subjective issue.

So applied to music, the written notes, and the sounds coming to our ears, and the vibration of strings, et al, all exist objectively, in as much as one agrees that these physical properties have a reality apart from our judgment (i.e. a tree in the forest would still make a sound if no one was there etc, you know, materialist dogma!) But if we are to have a distinction from that of a subjective reality full of beauty, poetic notions, opinions regarding a variety of issues, including the most subjective issue of all, the idea of a Creator Being, then we have to (should) use the distinction.

I'm not saying that the line is black and white, and obviously there are times when one has to think it through to figure out what counts as objective and subjective. But I think opinions about the greatness or non-greatness of music (belonging as those opinions do to the wider issue of beauty) are a fairly easy subjective case. I'd like to say more about your point regarding originality, among those other characteristics, being objectively valid measures, but I'll have to attack that one later.