Tuesday, December 16, 2008

BIG GOLD BELT

The Belt (Christina E , Luke) played their first show at the Black Cat in DC on Dec 3rd w/ Edie Sedgwick. (Christina also did a phenomenal job on back-up vox for that band). Thanks to Justin Moyer for the invite.

Here are a few modest pages where people can keep up with BGB

myspace (listen to tunes here)
Link
TeamFILO.org

Saturday, December 13, 2008

KENNETH ANGER ON COPPOLA'S DECLINE

Anger says- "You know Francis Ford Coppola is bipolar, and so am I. I refused to take lithium. He took lithium and I said, 'Well, look what it's turned you into Francis. It's turned you into a fucking wine grower!'"

From here.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

DAVID GREGORY LOOKS LIKE GERALDO WITH A NAKED UPPER LIP

Does anybody know what the space where a moustache goes is called? It is not an upper lip. Brokaw has very thin lips, but a large moustache pad (a chimp attribute, like Dave Greg the chimp. This is the real reason DG got the job- big moustache pad chimp loyalty. Tom couldn't find another newsman with the same big moustache pad).

I call the pad an upper lip in this clip anyway.

(In this clip) I am critical of Tom Brokaw as of the soft-ball tossing fluff peddler. But now that his temporary post at has lapsed and Russert's permanent replacement has been announced I am nostalgic for him.

David Gregory?
Notice I reference David Gregory in a neutral fashion and disparage Brokaw as emblematic of the soft approach of mainstream news. I now regret this, as I will miss the relative gravity Tom's deep voice brought to the program in the wake of Russert's death, forget what he was actually saying. Now we've got to deal with Gregory, who sounds like a high school suck-up doing earnest announcements over the PA. Yeah, his White House press room confrontations were refreshingly combative. But in a show-off way. And maybe Brokaw is a softball tosser. But he has some soulful oats in his stuffing. Not like Gregory, whose Richie Cunningham exoskeleton is filled with something which, whatever it is, adds up to a much less cozy, reassuring presentation than Brokaw or someone of equal gravity, regardless of content. More cozy Cronkite please.


Give me Brokaw back. At least when you hear him talk you he sounds serious and not like you're hearing announcements over the PA in high school by some earnest suck-up.
Can;t the younger generation produce somebody with the reassuring gravity and cozy deep voice of a Brokaw?

Saturday, December 06, 2008

SLIM CASTLE NAME CHANGED TO FRAMED MISTAKE

I have changed the name of the umbrella under which I produce music to Framed Mistake. No longer the Slim Castle. The myspace page is no longer Slim Castle. It is this.
FREE TRASH

Am taking out the trash in my house. In addition to this, as already noted, in the DC area you may spot a compact disc labeled Sounds Like Sideways Light:

Sounds Like Sideways Light is an attempt by a young Weenus initiate at Krispis specific expression. It was his final project for a Weenus after-school program. As such it’s a bit underdeveloped, but still charming if you forgive its adolescent lugubriousness.

What is Weenus and Krispis? Krispis is one of four quadrants in the Weenus system. The Weenus system is a taxonomy for ordering everything. The Weenus Chart has four quadrants, Krispis, Creemus, Bronson , and Buntas. Akin to the old system of humors, each quadrant has exclusive qualities.

The Krispis quadrant contains things sharp and bright, sublime sad hooks, Graham Greene’s tight poignant endings. Wasabi and club soda with melon, wearing cableknit sweaters as you crackle dry leaves on your Maine autumn walk.
SL2 qualifies as Kripsis because there are no laughs and it’s kind of elegiac. In fact, in grading this Dr. Dan Ochoa had some red-pen-remarks about it being a little too elegiac at times to register totally Krispis. Portions were almost weepy, cheesily melodic, which would put the thing towards Creemus. Krispis stuff is supposed to be restrained and tasteful in expressions of emotion, not ever getting close to the soundtrack of Patch Adams.