Bought this album today

It's on Alien8 which I believe is the label belonging to Cheaps Thrill, I love shopping at Cheaps Thrill.

The Club Is Open

To carry us to the lake..

"A gathering of Stilt Walkers"

Heard this phrase on the news tonight, thought it was so poetic and wondered if it had ever been said before. I used it for my post so if you steal it than you're feeding off my scraps which means you're a parasite or sorts.

Is This The End of Nuclear Submarines?

A secret collision between a French nuclear sub and a British one took place last week. In this perticular case the consequences were innocuous but a crash could have potentially disastrous effects on the environment, underwater and otherwise. Now one of the most mythical artifacts of war and naval ingenuity is accused of being no longer necessary.

Space Junk

Space junk is a scientific term to describe an article of space-wear which falls (often in flames) through the stratosphere and back to earth. It happens sometimes and today it happened in Atlanta USA.

"And now I'm mad about space junk
I'm all burned out about space junk
Oooh walk & talk about space junk"
-Devo

Swamp Crash

Since there has been two high-profile airplane crashes in the New York state in the past few weeks I feel that the subject is apt for bloggability. Have you considered the number of airplane accidents globally? Only in seeking this photo did I come across so many notable ones from the past, airshows, jetliners and warplanes. Planes that killed rockstars and private businessmen. Perhaps it's an obvious statement but for as long as there have been planes..
Anyways, I went through many pages and turned up this gem, it is beatific in it's natural destruction but still rather tame and carnage-free.

This is where George Harrison lived

The News is Fucked

Nearly every single night of the week I watch the news except maybe Fridays or on the Weekend. Recently; as in the past six weeks or so, the news is making feel increasingly anxious. Every night we're told of how many people have lost their jobs and how many more are to be expected. A local business seems to vanish after decades of prosperity.
The one night this week that I skipped the news I seemed to feel better crawling into bed, about life and the future, without images of closing factories in my head. And they interview these poor people as if they'd just been voted off some Island in the non-reality of television.
What has the news become over that past eight years besides some cavern of fear mongering and panic-stricken blowhards. No wonder psychological terms are being coined by the minute.
Eleven O'clock news-idis, probably the next.

Piccadilly Circus

War Museum

Swamp Castle

medieval variation on the brain

Smallpox Champion

This is something I'm just working on for my friend,
pay no attention to this (no one) blog.

Earth Crusher was born on the first full moon of the Industrial Revolution, when small children were paid small sums of money to clean the insides of England's chimneys, in fact this was his idea. The proud parents were an investment banker and a werewolf, it is rumored that his conception was violent and performed on top of an oil spill.

From that day on, Earth Crusher has been linked to every form of human exploitation, devastation and cannibalization. Some say that he invented tuberculosis, orchestrated the Hindenberg disaster, I've even heard it wasn't drugs but Earth Crusher who killed Jimi Hendrix.
Recently it's become common knowledge that George W. Bush had a dream after 9/11, in it Earth Crusher came to him disguised as Jesus and told Dubya that human salvation was chained up in Iraq. Only the tabloids have speculated what he is plotting next.

When he's not turning Indian burial sites into golf courses, Earth Crusher enjoys perusing through the strip-clubs of Europe and the Casinos of America. He is noted for his vast collection of whale-skin business suits, the tar-like aroma of his cologne, and his fine taste for oversize cigars.

Although most people will go through life without ever physically witnessing Earth Crusher, certainly all of them know his features too well, he is the four-dollar loaf of bread, he is a smoke stack or a clear-cut forest, he is the machine that took your job away, he is Earth Crusher.

Wine Maker's Song by Al Purdy

Photocopied a bunch of Purdy poems on my last day of school at John Abbott College, I had some money left on my copier card and I knew I wasn't ever going back to that Country Club institution.

Franz loved porn

This is the only book by Kafka that I have never finished reading. She is becoming a bit of a confessional blog no? I wanted to read this so bad. And it is good, bought it at Cheaps Thrill.

Maybe it was the fact that Kafka himself never completed it; which bothered me and made me quit some 15 or 20 pages from the end. It was like 'what is the point' I know the whole thing ends in mid sentence anyways.

Kafka was an oddball among writers, which is considerably odd. Besides the Metamorphosis he gave up on the Trial and this novel. The Trial was finished by his close friend Max Brod, Kafka had instructed him before dying to destroy both manuscripts. Instead Brod wrote a short and understandably controvertial final chapter to The Trial. Writing an ending for The Castle would have been an even bolder act.

Might as well make this a GBV blog

Pollard has so many side-projects and collaborations that keeping up with him can be exhausting. Boston Spaceships, Circus Devils, Airport Five, etc.. When I saw this Acid Ranch album in the New-USED bin at Cheaps Thrill. I was inquisitive to when it was pressed, it read 2007, so I assumed this was just another one of Bob's extensive and unceasing body of work.

I got home and while making supper I went on GBVDB.com to look it up. Feeling shameful of my ignorance for the Pollard catalogue, which I had canonized towards my own taste up to recently, when I dabbled in the odd unreleased repress of this or that. I have the Superman Was A Rocker thing, it's okay has some jams...

But anyway, getting back to THIS album, there is only one guitar and sometimes back-up vocals, quite a few instrumentals, where Mitch's guitar is fuzzing back and forth over the same riff. Bob's voice is a bit rough, his pop-chorus potential is lagging, some songs start off strong but never quite catch on in their briefness. Overall it's like under produced psychedelia. But it is a bit of a novelty, to hear something pre-GBV, I have a feeling that is why it was re-released in 2007.

Plus the chance to use that cover.

Acid Ranch

Home-Made Beer

Open the window a crack, it is a wispy day

After feeling my way around this place, deciding and debating on various formats and such; I settled on a nice tone of blue, and opted to let the headline image speak for itself. My intention in titling this blog as I have, was to indicate a sort of wordiness and casual intellectualizing that I hope makes both misanthropes and sociopaths feel at home.
I figure I'm liable to post anything and everything that interests me on this page, (that is the point right?) this will most likely include stream of consciousness poetry, art gallery and music reviews, a catalogue of the contents of my fridge at the moment, perhaps an essay on the sounds of church bells in the morning.
Like I said I'm new to this so if there is even one person out there (other than me) who is reading this, please don't hesitate to comment with good, bad or mediocre feedback. I imagine as the weeks run on I'll discover what exactly I am aiming to achieve through this blog, perhaps it is a step toward weening myself off facebook, perhaps it is something even more substantial.

My Best Bob Pollard Impression

Dandelion Eyes