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This is a song from under the floorboards... (Magazine)
This space is a repository for my net radio station news and the like. Sometimes, when reposting older news and playlists, I'll include my recent comments in bold italics. I keep the following station description at the top, since I kept changing it all the time.

meow: glitterbox:

Freeform eclectronica: new and old. (Hehe, I'm so clever.) Music that falls through the cracks: electro, Italo disco, synth, post-punk, funk, old NYC favourites, obscure 70s/80s, idm, Detroit and other techno techno, acid, microhouse, bedroom bleeps, mash-ups and loads more.

NOT the same old "dance" or "electronic" selections. And when I play 8ties stuff, it's not the same old tunes everyone was already sick of by 1985. It IS quirky, new, and different, often obscure, always interesting and fun. I play whatever it is I'm feeling, from music for dancing to certifiable chillage and points inbetween. It's a great station for home, work or wherever. Playlists are carefully selected and sound quality is way better than it should be at this bitrate.

Latest station news appears, and is archived here.


Tuesday, October 28, 2003

New band name I just thunk up. Feel free to use it. I believe in the Gnostic view of ideas -- if you dont get an idea out, it will kill you. Here's your new band name:

Liza Minelli Slapfight

Friday, October 10, 2003

I edited out most of this (and my past posts) but wanted to leave in where I mention the Poetry of Donald H. Rumsfeld. I took out the part where I compare him to a sensistive high school nerd with a crush on popular girl Condi. Ok, I should leave in this part:

F* Donald H. Rumsfeld
F* Moby

Anyway, this isht is too funny:


Pieces of Intelligence : The Existential Poetry of Donald H. Rumsfeld by Hart Seely (Editor)

Read the reviews for some samples, like the beautifully resonant post-9/11 "Glass Box" and my personal favourite:

"Unknown"

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.


Yeah, I know it's a joke. But it really is musical. And he did say these things. Haha

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Who killed Electroclash?

OK, maybe I'll flesh this description out later. Maybe. Maybe not. I just found it interesting that something that was (still "underground" and "cool" in 2000-2001 could go from "the next big thing" among critics, fans and djs to a total laughingstock among most of the same people in just a few short months in 2002. Now it's 2003, and it's still with us, kinda, maybe. But c'mon....

While I didn't particularly care for a lot of what was publicised as "electroclash", the backlash seems to have taken down some of the music I do like. Real electro for example, is hurting. And the man behind Drexciya's dead, so we've lost that keeper of the flame.

Actually, what I'm interested in, aside from trueskool and minimal electro, is getting to be either rock and roll or disco, even house and techno (but not crap) ...

Who Killed Electroclash?

Overexposure

Miss Kittin (see Overexposure, above.)

The British

New York

Larry Tee

DJs

Ministry of Pound, er, Sound

Fischerspooner (OK, I liked the FDH rmx of "The 15th" a lot)

2 Many DJs (I like them)

The fans

Fashion

The Pet Shop Boys

DJ Hell (he created it, therefore, he must bear some of the blame for ruining it)

Dance Music (aka 99.9% of which is crap. With a beat.)

Dance Music Fans (aka sheep, jackasses, pinheads and idiots.)

Lack of talent

Adult. (just 'cuz.)

I like Adult. by the way. They're not. really. electroclash. Or they aren't. crap. That period. in their name. gets annoying. when. you. try. to write. about. Adult. They are much more talented than Ladytron. (OK, so talk about damning with faint praise.) Anxiety Always was a great lp. So was The Controlled Edition, except that was a 2-song '45. So was Magas: Friends Forever. More Ersatz Audio records, please.

Monday, October 06, 2003

Top 10 Punk Rock Covers, in no particular order, unedited.... I am so punk.

Ramones: Palisades Park (???): Of all the ones they did, this version of the old New Jersey amusement park themed novelty tune was a perfect match. Curdled 1960's, probably-chosen-by-Joey, pop cheese with an off-kilter carnival riff busted out on guitar. Granted the Ramones' groove always seemes more late-period Coney Island, but this is more than close enough.

Dead Kennedys: Viva Las Vegas (Elvis Presley): Stunningly snot-nosed punk version of the King cheeser. Excellent excellent tune. Really works for me, even today. Could have been their own tune, they way they made this swivel-hipped travesty their b1tch. I like how Jello changed the lyrics.

Sex Pistols: (I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone (Monkees): The tuffest tune from the pre-fab four gets worked over by Rotten, et al. True, the Pistols were nearly as much a manufactured band as the Monkees, but at least two of them could play their instruments as opposed to just one.

Sex Pistols (Sid on vocals): My Way (Frank Sinatra): From their silly, apocryphal post-Johnny "Swindle" period. Actually it kinda sucks. But an iconic moment in rock history. So I threw it in here.

And by the way, the Pistols were not the first punk rock band, kiddies. Nor did punk rock start in the UK. If you are so ignorant as to disagree, you know what you can kiss. ...hehe, that's a reference, y'know... I'll be waiting ...at the corner of Bleecker and Bowery.

The Jam: David Watts (The Kinks): Not realy punk, but such a good version of a classic tune from one of the most British of Brit bands. Fit them so well, you'd think they wrote it. People, expecially you kids who really care, can feel free to write me about what is and isn't really punk rock. But its not like I really give a isht.

The Clash: Pressure Drop (Toots and the Maytals): Of all their stabs at reggae, original or otherwise, this one stands out. The original is one of my faves from the "Harder they Come" soundtrack, a perfect album, if there is one. The Clash version can be found on the imperfect, but throughougly enjoyable "Black Market Clash" collection and speeds it up to near-ska tempo.

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes: Sloop John B (Beach Boys): Should be hard to pick one from a band, that when they're not busy with their own bands, does nothing but covers. They probably win for having the balls to attack the tunes they do -- check out their "...are a Drag" show-tune album" -- and the chops to pull them off. "Cabaret?" That is so gay. I almost voted for their version of "san Francisco" cuz they mention Stinky's Peep Show. However, "Sloop John B" gets the nod, as its long been my favorutie Beach Boys tune and I really dig the "Teenage Lobotomy" intro they snagged for it. Genius.

Suicide King NYC: Blue Moon (???): One of my favourite NYC bands --where did they go? -- take the absoluetly square 50's vocal tune and make it their own. Fits in perfectly with their album's -- a "Young Loud and Snotty" for our times -- relentless nerve with an undercurrent of heartbreak. When the song breaks down for a vocal interlude and 4-way screams "Little Steven, get me out of here!" and it kicks back in, it's pure rock and roll, from an altogether different angle than Springsteen's.

Black Flag: "Louie Louie" (The Kingsmen): The original drunken three-chord wonder frat-rock number has been recognized as one of the precessors of punk itself. Personally, I think it's an awful tune, but I've always enjoyed Black Flag's more polished, yet delightfully unhinged version. "Who needs love when you've got a gun." Indeed.

Joey Ramone: "What a Wonderful World" (Louis Armstrong): Wonderful redition of the beloved classic from fellow Queens resident Armstrong. The leadoff tune from his Joey's posthumous solo album, it's so beautifully resonant, it's heartbreaking. Also features a knowing nick of a Sex Pistols lick.

Others: Black Halos: "Warsaw" (Joy Division), Murphy's Law "Monster Mash" (Zackerly?)

...corrections, arguments, additions, curses welcome....

Friday, October 03, 2003

I am so pathetically lazy, I'm recycling message board posts here. Eat me.

I'm Cookie Puss, take me home and eat me yeah!
Remember Snagglepuss?

I do! The pink cat/lion from the Hanna Barbera cartoons. And the first, and probably most flamboyantly gay character on children's television. (Although he didn't dress like a girl or kiss anyone like Bugs Bunny.) Snagglepuss was funny.

"Heavens to Murgatroid. Exit stage left."

"Roar, I say. Roar! ROAR!"
Some crap I wrote earlier this week in response to a news item that Thunderpuss had broken up:

It would be funny if one of them called himself Thunder and the other one would be Puss.

In Other News:

Peter Rauhofer Breaks Up:

Veteran producer Peter Rauhofer has recently announced his breakup. On Monday, September 29, the dance music superstar underwent cell mitosis, the form of asexual reproduction found in the amoeba, and split into 4 parts, each bearing the mother cell's DNA. Interviewed by an electron microscope, the four "children" commented: "Well, Keoki told us he'd long wanted to reproduce asexually, and we're happy we pulled it off first, although we didn't quite expect these results. While we're all much smaller, each of us is now free to conquer our own section of the dance music industry." Unfortunately, the split was not even and resulted in one large "baby" and three considerably smaller ones. The large part, "Peter" seems poised to rise to the top of the dance charts, while the other three -- Rau, Hof and Er -- might be more suited to German microhouse -- perhaps Kompakt will sign them, if they are lucky. Danny Tenaglia commented: "I sure am glad I didn't try that."

Elsewhere, one of the Big Three Detroit techno producers may be bought out by a German conglomerate. DaimlerAtkins?

And, after a tumultuous, yet ultimately futile career, uber-faux NY electroclash duo Fischerspooner have replaced the Fischer in their name with the brilliant, yet reclusive and psychotically paranoid former chess master Bobby Fischer.

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