Yes!

Negative
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Happy Birthday!

pinkflower
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Kwik-E-Mart, Bladensburg, MD 7.1.07

Kwik-E-Mart, Bladensburg, MD 7.1.07
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Unbelievable...

If You Be My Dixie Chicken I'll Be Your Tennessee Lamb

28 years after Lowell George left his mortal coil in the nearby Key Bridge Marriot, I journeyed out to the pastoral splendor of Wolf Trap to hear Little Feat. I happen to like 10 minute guitar solos so their shows are my cup of tea.

Stereogab is demanding that The Aliens come to DC. So am I. So should you.

PJ has set up a blog for his Shanghai - Helsinki - Moscow trip next month.

Blind Bim now has a porch with a house attached.

Irish Poets Selling Cars

Made the mistake of watching a few minutes of network television this evening. Made an even worse mistake not muting the commercials. So I got to hear The Pogues "Sunny Side of the Street" playing over an ad for a Cadillac SUV. Now I know that song's far from their best, and I know selling songs for ads is old news, but it still sucks. It sucks because Cadillac sucks and SUVs suck and the whole finely-tuned consumer culture corporate juggernaut sucks.

The last line in the song goes: As my mother wept it was then I swore / To take my life as I would a whore.

Guess old Shane is just living up to his word.

Harold Johnson, September 30, 1918 - June 15, 2007

My uncle Harold Johnson died this past Friday morning. He was one of a vanishing breed. He was a farmer, like his father before him and like his son is now. He never traveled by jet and never had a desk job. He lived his whole life in the house where he was born. He was easygoing, witty, and had a love for the land and his place on it.

West Central Tribune obituary
WILLMAR — Harold Alexander Johnson, 88, of Willmar, died Friday at Rice Memorial Hospital.
The service will be at 11 a.m. Tuesday at Svea Lutheran Church. Burial will be in the church cemetery.

He was born Sept. 30, 1918, on the family farm near Svea to Axel T. Johnson and Emily E. (Bouska). He grew up in rural Svea and attended the Sunnyside School. On Nov. 19, 1949, he married Millicent Forsberg in St. Paul. For many years he farmed on the family farm. He was a former member of the Sunnyside School Board, the Svea Coop Store Board and the church council.

He is survived by his wife; six children, Rebecca Johnson of Lake Lillian, Deborah Johnson of Willmar, David Johnson of Willmar, Jennifer Johnson of Willmar, Barbara (and Wayne) Stomberg of Renville and Douglas (and Teresa) Johnson of Willmar; three grandchildren; a sister, Barbara (and Wendell) Jones of Ridgefield, Conn.

He was preceded in death by a brother and three sisters.

New Song

A new Leafy Green song for summer.

Also have to commend film maker Esther Robinson for her poignant documentary about her uncle Danny Williams, a film maker in Warhol's Factory scene who got lost along the way. Interviews with Gerard Malanga, Brigid Polk (aka "The Duchess") and Billy Name, among others.

Donovan is blogging! And check out this Modern Lovers bootleg courtesy of Parabells.

Opel

Originally uploaded by tsogy

clever flickr people

iGasm

http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/ipod/apple-gets-its-knickers-in-a-twist-over-the-igasm-263184.php

Kick Out the Jams

Just started reading Guitar Army by John Sinclair and I'm already lovin' the agitprop hippy revolutionary vibe. It's along the lines of Abbie Hoffman's Steal This Book or Jerry Rubin's Do It

Sinclair and the MC5 all lived and worked together in a collective called Trans-Love Energies. Guitar Army reads like a police log; one bust after another. Being a long haired freak in Detroit was not an easy choice (and probably still not).

Six years into the creepy American police state mentality, the overseas killing machine, and the deepening cultural rut, it's fun to read about people taking risks, openly defying authority, and trying to figure out an alternative to the status quo.

What I'm Diggin Lately

The new Clientele album is already my summer soundtrack, and it's not even summer yet (look, they have a blog)

The Holy Mountain, a tripped-out movie by Alejandro Jodorowsky

Twitter

60 Minute IPA

Riding bikes with Stereogab

Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates

Kink Stones New York Doll

Media Mavens

Wow, what a day! Stereogab's commentary gets published and this video promo for the Open House project is screened at a press conference in Congress. That jangley song on the soundtrack? Pure Leafy Green goodness! Yowza!

Family Photo

jonesclan
Originally uploaded by stereogab.

April 2007, New York City

Free Fall at 614 Miles per Hour

This cool video for the Boards of Canada song"Dayvan Cowboy" uses footage from a skydive by Joseph Kittinger who "made the final jump from the Excelsior III at 102,800 feet (31,330 m). He was in freefall for 4 minutes and 36 seconds reaching a maximum speed of 614 mph (988 km/h) before opening his parachute at 18,000 feet (5,500 m)."

Later in the video there is footage of Laird Hamilton, big wave surfer extrodinaire (profiled in the movie "Riding Giants")

The Soft Machine

Lord Fuzzy has a great 1971 Soft Machine concert recording that's been making my Metro ride better lately. And there's footage from the UFO Club in 1967. And then there's Gong

More Ways to Spend Your Time and Money

Other Music unveiled their digital store (with the same clunky design of their original web site). I prefer Anthology Recordings, with their uber-obscure sixties/seventies titles and well-written descriptions. Don't know much about Klicktrack but they're the only ones who have this Charlie and Edsor release that I want after reading this post on Great God Pan. Still, nothing beats flipping through the bins of musty vinyl at Joe's Record Paradise.

Youtube continues to provideth, here with two clips from the same film on the hippy scene in London circa 1967. Opening clip shows The Who, another clip shows a Pink Floyd freak out along with goofy crowd shots.

love

gabislove
Originally uploaded by BarrettJ.

Love is in the air this spring.

New York Squeeze

Up in New York City for a few days, some wet, some dry. Saw Roky Erickson play the Bowery Ballroom Sunday night. I've been a 13th Floor Elevators fan for a long time now and it was great to see one of the last psychedelic renegades going strong and loud. Roky keeps the Devil at bay with rock and roll. It can save your soul, you know.

Speaking of rock and roll salvation, we said hello to Jimmy when we stopped at Trash and Vaudeville. There's not much left of the New York I roamed 25 years ago. Coming up on Avenue A I started getting nervous, because that used to be the final frontier. Silly me.

Oh yeah, there was a wedding too.

Here's a new song called New York Squeeze.

Since We Last Talked

They say in Web 2.0 that full disclosure is now the norm, although the phrase nobody sane strips down naked in front of their peers has me a bit worried....


Went to the Dean and Britta show last week. My fandom for Dean Wareham has remained constant since his Galaxy 500 days. This latest show was weak but I think it's admirable that he's trying a new direction (The Post's review was too nice).


I continue to slurp groovy tracks from the Neglected Stairways blog. The latest post contains a couple of songs (well, one and half, actually) from a Nick Drake Peel Session.



39 years ago this city was burning. Does a Giant supermarket or a Target (ironic name) heal the wounds? Still, things are changing despite the rednecks with rifles.