I’d like to switch gears (with this consistent online entity!) and give my “readers” a little variety.
First of all, I have a question. Please send an e-mail to email@example.com or follow the contact link on this page with your examples of “monologue” records, or records released in which an individual did nothing but talk into a tape recorder without the response (or presence) of a live audience. Yes, that would be people talking about anything, probably in the privacy of their own homes, and making it into a record/CD. I didn’t say “releasing” because I suspect the majority would be vanity or private pressings. Please reference this request in the subject line of your e-mail, as there have been days when I’ve opened a cluttered and confusing inbox only to have my girlfriend find me moments later in a stupor, naked and babbling about automobile journalism’s unfair treatment of the Chevrolet Aveo in 2004.
About that “variety” thing…
It’s been one year and twelve days since I took over the Matablog for a day. I’m quite proud of this, as it truly qualifies as some of my better work. The blog became “Memphis Meateater” (the name was not my idea but who can say if I’d come up with a better one?). [Notes: Some ‘punching-up’ has occurred.]
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[Above: Bob Welch and his 34th wife narrowly escape a burning ski lodge.]
Brooklyn’s Eat Records will host former Fleetwood Mac guitarist/songwriter and chart-topping solo artist Bob Welch tomorrow afternoon (Nov. 1st) as he reads from his recently-published autobiography Blood on the Wicker: Bob Welch on Bob Welch. He will also perform covers of the rerecordings of “Sentimental Lady” and “Ebony Eyes.” Things will kick off promptly at noon.
That’s right!!! Fueled by their enigmatic and totally unpredictable nature, Bodymore’s own Wham City collective will crash Enid’s (do you really need directions??) tomorrow night (Nov. 1st) for a celebration of F. Murray Abraham’s birthday. What?!?! Memphis Meateater let Wham City daddy Dan Deacon explain the event:“The guy was the talking leaf in those Fruit of the Loom commercials I remember my older brother talking about!! I mean, he won a Grammy for Rock Me, Amadeus!! We have some special things planned, or should I say, ‘not planned!!!’” I’m going to wear a XXXXXL Smokey the Bear T-Shirt over Spongebob Squarepants pajama bottoms and a baseball cap that says ‘Is that a 3″ B&W Sony Watchman on your shelf, or are you just happy to see me?’ Molly from Ponytail is going to put up all of these hilarious Glamour Shots she had made last week….she’s an outfit made out of Commodore 64 parts and Gentle Giant album covers!! Beach House is going to cover Batdorf and Rodney’s ‘Life is You’ album and Club Lyfestile are going to host an actual aerobics class while that movie ‘Gymkata’ plays on a screen behind them. This is going to be unbelievable!!
On Sunday, the two of us returned to catch the discussion between filmmaker Harmony Korine and skater/poetry-slammer, Mark Gonzales. We left out of boredom when Korine announced that he would next remake the 2002 Jennifer Lopez vehicle Maid in Manhattan and cast the film exclusively with terminally-ill, petting zoo ticket takers, adulterous shortwave radio enthusiasts, and members of various musical acts…Fuck, I’m Dead, Hafler Trio, Defecation, Supersilent, Panzerchrist, Growing, Beherit, and Sunburned Hand of the Man.
GREG TRAVIS REEMERGES AFTER 19-YEAR HIATUS TO PRACTICE FOUR-HOUR COMEDY CENTRAL PRESENTS… SPECIAL AT RIFIFI, WHICH HAS AGREED TO ACTUALLY CLOSE AFTER THIS EVENT
MORE FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS NEWS. THE JOYFULLY FISH-OUT-OF-WATER DUO FINALLY FIND A LIKEMINDED FASHION/AESTHETIC SOULMATE!!
After my dearest Chloe left her Bust Magazine in my room, I was moved to write this letter of support. Don’t worry; it will only be a matter of time before lesser tastemakers comprehend the prescient nature of your clothing choices. If the fashion world knows what’s good for it, the tennis instructor/fitness fanatic/MTV’s-first-day-on-the-air look will one day be the talk of the town. Keep those chins up; there are others that share your vision! Right now, I may be the only one, but don’t give up. On a different note, I have been able to view several episodes of your show on HBO w/ close captioning. I seem to have noticed some female troubles written into your show’s agenda. I gather the playful little subplot works well with each character’s awkward, oblivious demeanor, but in reality, it makes little sense. I suspect this to be a have-your-cake-and-eat-it-to stunt, as you boys are clearly, if I may be frank, complete and total pussy magnets. If either of you were to walk down Bedford Avenue, the unbelievably hot tail would have to be beaten off with an axe handle. One or the other, sirs!Sincerely,Seynour Shoemaker
The Okkervil River Retirement Home
A Tribute to the Innovators! Beck, Har Mar Superstar, Ian Sevonious, Greg Dulli w/Twilight Singers (+ reunited Afghan Whigs) perform Flight of the Conchords covers Monday night at Town Hall.
The title of this post isn’t some attempt to goof on….anything. It’s a true statement.
There are many reasons why I have not been blogging about this. I’m going to start blogging about it. It was getting to be a bit of an elephant-in-the-room for me, personally, as I was trying to come up with meaningful posts while really wanting to write some careful entries about this dominating presence in my life.
I have made sure my comments section has been disabled. Want to participate in a Q & A? Show up to a reading. You have some time to plan that particular evening, bee tee double-u. How long? Will I turn in a first draft of the entire manuscript while it’s still cold outside? Yes.
My book will be published by Voyageur Press, a subsidiary of MBI Publishing. They are located in Minneapolis. I am located in Memphis, TN.
I did not see Husker Du perform live because I was not attending shows between the ages of seven and fourteen, a time-frame that matches the one in which Husker Du toured outside of Minneapolis, a city in which I’ve never been a resident.
Some of you may find this information troubling. Some of you are short-sighted and reactionary nimrods. Did Tosches run with Dean Martin? No, but Dino just so happens to be one of the greatest entertainment-based biographies ever written. It would be humorous of me to jokingly claim that I’m writing “the ‘Dino’ of 80’s proto-Indie/Underground/Hardcore/Post-Hardcore America”, but I’m not in the mood to joke around about my book. Plus, if I ever write “80’s proto-Indie/Underground/Hardcore/Post-Hardcore America” in earnest and rooted in something other than a necessity brought on by the limitations inherent to completing a 90,000-word (or more) long-form text, please treat me like a terminally-ill racehorse (no, dumbass, I do not want to live in a non-profit, specially-built shelter…I want two behind the ear). Have you read Dino? Yes? No? Regardless, I can’t write like that. Not that the example makes a bit of fucking sense in the first place, but on we go….
For the five or six readers aware of my audio discography and the part of my confusing free-lance portfolio that exists as what we’ll loosely term “comedy” or “humor” works, it should come as no surprise that this project has absolutely nothing in common with said works. While my sense of humor (regarding intangible output, tangible creation, AND the processing of other people’s humor) can misfire and fail miserably, it can just as easily cause convulsive laughter, make paying work appear out of nowhere, destroy a target’s long-term relationship, persuade someone to purchase unsolicited plane tickets to close geographical gaps, and generate laughter among the terminally-mute or comatose. There’s no question whether or not I’m unbelievably funny when the right internal and external variables line up, the point is this: My first book has nothing to do with any of that.
My Husker Du biography is…a Husker Du biography. I am not attempting weird angles or non-linear nonsense. I am not challenging the popular, working idea of a music biography…a notion so vomit-inducing in its pretentiousness that I can’t believe I’m going to let it through the gate for the world to read. And to close this installment of “I’ve been writing a Husker Du biography since December 2007″….
My book might disappoint those hoping to read incendiary, tabliod-ish, mud-slinging pick-apart exercises focusing on any of the negative hooks that anchor two decades of lazy Husker Du and Husker Du-related coverage. If a couple of the many supporting reasons are now needed, the optimist in me returns from a long vacation and hopes that people – especially those (young and old) unfamiliar with the band or nurturing a hunger to learn about this sort of thing – would want to read about what this band did for the future, for everyone’s record collection, for the next quarter-century of whatever you choose to call the alternately wonderful and infuriating mess in progress. There’s no overstating (no matter what you’ve read or how familiar you are with the Husker Du) what was accomplished between, say, the songs “Everything Fall Apart” and “First of the Last Calls” or between “Pink Turns to Blue” and “Green Eyes” or between “Chartered Trips” and “I Don’t Want to Know if You are Lonely” and there’s no overstating, after almost two years of work on this project, what these clips do for me: