"Sinclair Lewis' darkly humorous tale of a fascist takeover in the US."

“It Can’t Happen Here” by Sinclair Lewis

Reviewer: Charles Häberl (Cambridge, MA United States)
Sinclair Lewis’ darkly humorous tale of a fascist takeover in the US.

… As dated as it is (1935), its themes will be quite familiar to Americans today. It starts with the highly contested election of an oafish yet strangely charismatic president, who talks like a “reformer” but is really in the pocket of big business, who claims to be a home-spun “humanist,” while appealing to religious extremists, and who speaks of “liberating” women and minorities, as he gradually strips them of all their rights. One character, when describing him, says, “I can’t tell if he’s a crook or a religious fanatic.”

After he becomes elected, he puts the media – at that time, radio and newspapers – under the supervision of the military and slowly begins buying up or closing down media outlets. William Randolph Hearst, the Rupert Murdoch of his times, directs his newspapers to heap unqualified praise upon the president and his policies, and gradually comes to develop a special relationship with the government. The president, taking advantage of an economic crisis, strong-arms Congress into signing blank checks over to the military and passing stringent and possibly unconstitutional laws, e.g. punishing universities when they don’t permit military recruiting or are not vociferous enough in their approval of his policies. Eventually, he takes advantage of the crisis to convene military tribunals for civilians, and denounce all of his detractors as unpatriotic and possibly treasonous.

I’ll stop here, as I don’t want to ruin the story — I can imagine that you can see where all this is going.

~Poets can change the world~

Shivastan Publishing presents
The Woodstock Mountain Poetry Revolution!
~Poets can change the world~

Sept.30 & Oct.1 at the Colony Café
22 Rock City Rd. Woodstock NY 845 679 5342

Saturday September 30th
6 to 9 pm: Poet’s Benefit for “Fairness & Accuracy In Reporting”
Jeff Cohen (co-founder of F.A.I.R.) ~author of “Cable News Confidential”
Ed Sanders ~author of “America: a History in Verse”
Eliot Katz ~author of “Unlocking the Exits”
Vivian Demuth ~author of “Breathing Nose Mountain”
Janine Pommy Vega ~author of “The Green Piano”
Hosted by Andy Clausen ~author of “40th Century Man”
+ Music by Tom Pacheco!
Admission $10
{warning: this event may be extremely political}

9pm to midnite: Open Mic Poetry Orgy!
celebrating the new issue of
“wildflowers ~a Woodstock mountain poetry anthology”
Woodstock’s only poetry magazine ~13 great poets~ vol. 7
Printed in Kathmandu, Nepal on Handmade Paper by Shivastan
Hosted by publisher Shiv Mirabito ~author of “Transcendental Tyger”
Free admission!
{this event will highlight this very unusual local publishing company}

Sunday October 1
7 to 9 pm: Moorish Orthodox Revival & Poetry Reading
Robert Kelly ~author of new Shivastan chapbook “Sainte Terre”
{of Bard College}
Peter Lamborn Wilson ~author of “Atlantis Manifesto”
Carey Harrison ~author of “Richard’s Feet”
Hosted by Shiv Mirabito
Admission $10

Associated Press Podcast report on military recruiting and Arthur's SO MUCH FIRE TO ROAST HUMAN FLESH album.

Debate: Recruiting soldiers in schools
Preying on young people, or offering them an opportunity?

With the debate over military recruitment heating up, JAIME HOLGUIN looks at both sides.

Friday, 22 September, 2006, 22:54 EDT, US

It’s a contentious question: How much access should military recruiters have to students and their information?

The debate is not a new one, but its importance seems particularly acute today, with the unpopularity of the Iraq war — along with its death toll — continuing to grow.

Persuading young people to join the military, particularly the Army, has become a hard sell. To compensate, the Army — which is bearing the brunt of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan — increased its corps of recruiters, took to the Internet to attract potential recruits and revamped its benefits package.

The strategy seems to have worked. On Friday, the Army enlisted its 80,000th soldier, reaching its recruiting goal for the year, which ends Sept. 30.

While military officials marked the occasion with a celebratory enlistment of that 80,000th soldier in New York’s Times Square, groups that accuse the military of “manipulative recruiting tactics” continued efforts around the country to keep those numbers down.

Each of these groups is doing what it can to reach young people before the military does — especially in the nation’s schools. They range from a Los Angeles educator’s coalition that distributes anti-recruitment literature at schools, to the editor of counterculture underground magazine “Arthur,” who put out a new compilation record — “So Much Fire To Roast Human Flesh” — that benefits anti-war groups.

In this podcast, asap talks to people on both sides of the fiery debate to find out where it stands today.

LSD, etc.

September 25, 2006 New York Times
A Crunchy-Granola Path From Macramé and LSD to Wikipedia and Google

The pages are yellowed, the addresses and phone numbers all but useless, the products antique, the utopian expectations quaint. But the “Whole Earth Catalog” — and particularly “The Last Whole Earth Catalog,” published in 1971, which ended up selling a million copies and winning the National Book Award — has the eerie luminosity of a Sears catalog from the turn of the last century. It is a portrait of an age and its dreams.

Deerskin jackets and potter’s wheels, geodesic domes and star charts, instructions on raising bees and on repairing Volkswagens, advice on building furniture and cultivating marijuana: all this can be found here, along with celebrations of communal life and swipes at big government, big business and a technocratic society.

Can this encyclopedia of countercultural romance have anything to do with today’s technological world, a world of broadband connections, TCP/IP protocol and the Internet? The Internet, after all, began during the cold war as an attempt to create a network of computers that would be resilient in case of nuclear attack. Its instigator, the United States Department of Defense, was at the very center of the culture being countered by the “Whole Earth Catalog.” How could the romantic, utopian culture of the 1960’s, with its deep suspicions about modernity and its machinery, be closely linked to one of the most important technological revolutions of the last hundred years?

Yet as Fred Turner points out in his revealing new book, “From Counterculture to Cyberculture: Stewart Brand, the Whole Earth Network, and the Rise of Digital Utopianism” (University of Chicago Press), there is no way to separate cyberculture from counterculture; indeed, cyberculture grew from its predecessor’s compost. Mr. Turner suggests that Stewart Brand, who created the “Whole Earth Catalog,” was the major node in a network of countercultural speculators, promoters, inventors and entrepreneurs who helped change the world in ways quite different from those they originally envisioned.

Mr. Turner, who teaches in the communication department at Stanford University, is rigorous in his argument, thorough to the point of exhaustion, and impressive in his range. The basic premise, though, is not unfamiliar. A decade ago the cultural critic Mark Dery suggested in his book “Escape Velocity” that the PC revolution could well be called “Counterculture 2.0.” Other writers have also pointed out uncanny overlaps.

And some of the anecdotal evidence is familiar. Steve Jobs created and promoted Apple as a countercultural computer company, most famously in the 1984 television ad that associated it with the demolishment of a totalitarian Big Brother. Even I.B.M., in promoting its first PC, tried to undermine the computer’s association with corporate power, marketing its machine using images of Charlie Chaplin’s tramp, who had twitted the gears of industry in “Modern Times.”

Connections were even made by the participants. Theodore Roszak, whose 1969 book, “The Making of a Counter Culture,” popularized that era’s doctrines, later asserted that computer hackers — “whose origins can be discerned in the old Whole Earth Catalog” — invented the personal computer as a means of “fostering dissent and questioning authority.” Timothy Leary, the psychedelic maestro of that period, declared that “the PC is the LSD of the 1990’s.”

Soon after publishing “The Last Whole Earth Catalog,” Mr. Brand started to write about the computer scene, helped create the “Whole Earth Software Catalog” and, in 1985, became a founder of the WELL — the Whole Earth ’Lectronic Link — a pioneering online community. “As it turned out,” Mr. Brand once explained, “psychedelic drugs, communes, and Buckminster Fuller domes were a dead end, but computers were an avenue to realms beyond our dreams.” By the 90’s, those realms were celebrated by the magazine Wired.

It might be argued that so prevalent was the counterculture, and so experimental and energetic were its most vocal proponents, that it would have been surprising had many of them not found their way to the computer revolution. But Mr. Turner demonstrates something more essential in the continuity.

First, he suggests, we are mistaken in thinking that the postwar technological world was dominated by hierarchies and rigid categories. Under the influence of the mathematician Norbert Wiener, it became increasingly common to think of humans and machines as interacting elements of “cybernetic systems” — organisms through which information flowed. This also led to a different way of thinking about living organisms and their networks of interaction.

Marshall McLuhan wrote in 1964: “Today we have extended our central nervous system itself in a global embrace, abolishing both space and time as far as our planet is concerned.” Buckminster Fuller proposed the idea of a Comprehensive Designer, a creator who would embody “an emerging synthesis of artist, inventor, mechanic, objective economist and evolutionary strategist.”

These writers were the patron saints of the “Whole Earth Catalog,” their books appearing alongside macramé and carpentry manuals, their ideas presumably brought to life in the commune, where the natural and human world would be bound together, creating a single organism from which new possibilities would unfold.

By the 1980’s, Mr. Turner argues, similar fantasies were inspired by the computer. It had freed itself from corporate control and ownership; it was also capable of connecting with other computers in communities like the WELL (which John Perry Barlow, a former lyricist for the Grateful Dead, called “the latest thing in frontier villages”). The Internet, designed to be inherently nonhierarchical, suggested even more grand possibilities, even a revolution in politics and human consciousness.

In the 90’s, Mr. Turner says, the writers and editors of Wired believed “they would tear down hierarchies, undermine the sorts of corporations and governments that had spawned them” and replace them with a “peer-to-peer, collaborative society, interlinked by invisible currents of energy and information.” Cyberculture was to be the fulfillment of counterculture.

Ultimately, of course, such fulfillment was not to be had. But the consequences of the association were profound. One reason for the heady pace of innovation during the 90’s is that the motivation was never purely abstract, but was often accompanied by utopian passions. Software development occurred not just in the private realm, but also among collaborative communities that objected to corporate ownership. Even today’s Wikipedia — the online encyclopedia continuously being written by its users — can be traced to these ideas.

But there were also limitations of vision and imagination. For a long time, cyberspace advocates were reluctant to take the problem of mischievous hacking seriously and could look askance at the very notion of copyright in the cyberworld. There was even a strain of countercultural romance in the ways in which the corporate monopolist Microsoft became widely portrayed as an Evil Empire threatening the libertarian Internet. (This is also one reason that Google, which has turned out to be Microsoft’s most potent competitor, made its motto “Don’t be evil.”)

Moreover, so messianic were expectations, that many failed to see that cyberspace was not really a different realm from the hard-wired world of ordinary experience, but would become an extension of it: a place where banking, shopping, conversation and business transactions could take place, where the bourgeois world and an imagined frontier would again have to work out their uneasy relations, and would again face an uncertain future.

C & D: Two guys reason together about some new records. (from Arthur 24/Oct 02006)

(From Arthur 24/October 02006)
Note: C & D is a dialogue presented as a series of record reviews, and intended to be read straight through.

“Meek Warrior”
(Young God)

C: [Looking at publicity photo of band] I’m surprised these guys haven’t featured in Arthur yet. They appear to meet many if not all of this magazine’s apparent requirements for coverage.

D: What, they have beards?

C: Yes. I think the magazine is pretty clearly a beards-only policy. It’s pretty clearly where the underground beard was re-born. Or should I say, re-grown. Remember Alan Moore on the cover of Arthur No. 4?

D: That was a beard to be reckoned with. No razors and shaving cream in the Moore household!

C: Total ‘Lord of the Beards.’ On the other hand, Alan’s finger armor stylings haven’t caught on yet.

D: I will keep an eye out for the beard as we check out these records today. I assume there will be ladies, too?

C: Yes, of course.

D: Who presumably are not of the bearded variety.

C: One never knows, does one? [arches eyebrow meaningfully] Anyways, Akron/Family not only have some beardage, they have four-part harmonies, great cascading drumflows, sprawling late Trane skronk, and that’s all on the first track! I saw these guys once in L.A., they were like a devotional Animal Collective…

D: [smiling upon hearing the refrain “Gone, gone, gone/gone completely beyond.”] Ah yes. Beyond. One of my favorite places.

C: [ignoring, continuing] … in Oshkosh overalls, without the echo delays. Like Lubavitchers gone Sun Ra or Ya Ho Wha—

D: Say wha?

C: [snobbishly] Those who know, know. [continuing] They were awesome, in complete uni-mind synch. The audience made backward-and-forward ocean ripples and sounds at their command: ‘Shhh, shhh.’ It was beautiful.

“Beach House”

C: Lovely—possibly perfect?—debut album from this girl-and-boy lovebird combo who sound like they’re living down by the sea on some magic moonlit beach that stretches from France to Baja to Bali.

D: [looks at biographical notes and photo] Actually they live in Baltimore. And there is no beard.

C: Waiter, get this man a beard, se vous plais.

D: [ignoring] But Victoria Legrand—

C: Is that a real name???

D: —is definitely a lady. A lady who knows how to wear an aqua dress.

C: [looking at the photo] And a big gold amulet as well.

D: I would say this is late summer music, recorded at the beach house after everybody else has gone back to the city.

C: It’s kind of minimal naturalismo—organ, drum machine, gorgeous female voice: Stereolab, minus le krautrock propulsion. Midway between Brightblack slow-to-stillness, Beach Boys “Pet Sounds” melancholism and Air and another Carpark artist, Casino vs. Japan. Also, what the heck, I’ll throw in that first Bjorn Olson record on Omplatten [“Instrumentalmusik: Instrumental Music…to Submerge in…and Disappear Through,” 1999]. Nordic beaches. As you can see, D, it’s a very particular, yet universal, mood. I see soundtracks in their near-future. [picks up phone] “Hello, Beach House? This is Sofia…”

D: Her voice reminds me a bit of Sigur Ros. Hey, whatever happened to those guys? It’s like they evaporated.

C: She can really SING, when it’s called for, which is in creamy middle of the album on the song “Auburn and Ivory.”

D: Is Auburn the new Ebony?

C: All the songs have some sophisto pop songwriting going on: bridges, key changes, et cetera. And the sounds… when the organ comes in on “House on the Hill,” it’s like Captain Nemo down in the Nautilus playing pipe organ for the octopi. Whew! Can you imagine these guys with a big budget…?

D: Ahoy! Captain Nemo: ANOTHER famous bearded musician.


C: New summit album by underground instrumental speed kings: guitarist Mick Barr of Ocrilim, and drummer Zach Hill of Hella. It’ll tighten yer wig!

D: Well, I won’t need coffee for the next five months.

C: They’re going in for the kill like two old ladies speed-crocheting. Mind the wheedlework.

D: They are the speed criminals who no doubt are under surveillance by the authorities of rock. There’s a NEW MOTHER IN THE TEMPLE if you know what I mean!

C: It does have that High Rise/Mainliner/Musica Transonic thing going a bit. Ah, Japan. Some people may also be put in mind of the Peter Brotzman Octet classic assault album, Machine Gun.

D: That’s a ripping title, “Earthship.” [considers] If you lived there, you’d be home by now.

C: Sometimes they’re against each other, sometimes they unify.

D: I must ask: is there a beard?

C: [looks at publicity photo] Have beard, will rock.These guys are the opposite of Sunn o))): they do as many notes and beats as possible per hour. It’s anti-void music, filling everything with sound.

D: Without the benefit of riffage.

C: There ARE riffs—you just need to adjust your attention to catch them. It’s condensed free rock. Like the instruments are too hot to handle. Except for this one song I keep coming back to… [plays “Closed Coffins and Curtains.”]

D: Whoa! What…is…THAT???

C: It’s like some super-processed symphonic tri-guitar. Like what that weird Godley & Creme instrument was supposed to sound like, remember that? The Gizmo. They made a whole triple-album with it, and Peter Cook too. Bonkers stuff.

D: [playing the 30-second track again] I am totally spooked. [musing] Perhaps if Mr. Ocrilim slowed down and contemplated like this occasionally, he’d get to somewhere really rewarding.

C: Rewarding to you.

D: [laughs] Of course, me! Who else matters?

“The Horrors” ep
(Stolen Transmission)

D: [Reading song titles] They have a song called “Sheena Was a Parasite”? I worship them already.

C: Frantic organ and guitar-driven psychobilly freakbeat rock’n’roll by five sharply dressed’n’coiffed Dickensian Brits from the belfry.

D: They look like they live in chimneys and spend all day drinking red wine and listening to The Cramps, Tav Falco & Panther Burns…probably the Hives too, and the Birthday Party, and Screaming Jay Hawkins (who they cover here), and Screaming Lord Sutch, and of course the right honorable Arthur Brown. I think they like bourbon and some pretty nasty stuff.

C: [listening to “Excellent Choice”] They’ve got a good look and a good sound and they seem up for a good party. They’ll come to your town and help you burn it down. And then dance in the ashes.

“Riot City Blues”

C: They’re been around approximately forever. And this is their once-a-decade “rock n roll is dumb fun” concept record, apparently.

[C & D cringe for 15 minutes]

C: Talk about the horrors.

D: Where’s the pooper scooper?

C: Rock n roll should be fun, it can be stoopid, but it should never, ever be tedious. One hates to witness someone failing at slumming. It’s embarassing to all involved. Does [Primal Scream singer] Bobby Gillespie seriously think this band can boogie? Ha ha ha. Poor Mani…

D: [thoughtful] Every once in a while an object is mysteriously withdrawn from stores by its manufacturer shortly after its introduction. That kind of decisive action may be appropriate here.

“Sunset at the End of the Industrial Age”

C: You will recall that both members of THE USA IS A MONSTER are members of Black Elf Speaks, which is one of the great band names ever.

D: What did Black Elf have to say?

C: I don’t know, it was this kind of gibberish? But it seemed important. [sadly, as if narration] ‘And Black Elf spoke, but no one could understand what he said.’

D: [helpfully] Maybe he had something in his mouth.

C: ….

D: Or, he might have a speech impediment.

C: …

D: [looking at album cover] Naturally I am wondering, what kind of monster?

C: Probably some kind of troll. On PCP.

D: That’s pretty negative. … Um…. “Idiocracy” got you down again?

C: Yeah… Between seeing that and re-reading Chris Hedges’s “War Is a Force That Gives Us Meaning” last week, I guess I’m feeling more bleh about human life than ever. The idiots don’t know when to stop. And there’s more and more of them. They want war and fast food and spectacle. They’re bad at learning. We’re outnumbered, and it’s only getting worse because the herd never gets culled, since we lack exterior predators.

D: [considers] No more trolls.

C: What are we gonna do? I don’t see a way out. Ah, hell. Maybe that’s why the industrial age is going to end, as it says here on the album cover. [reading from the press sheet] “Of course The USA Is A Monster wants to turn the tide and prepare us for the time after the lights go dim on Western Civilization’s exhaust pipe party.” Sounds good to me! Let’s engage. [starts “The Greatest Mystery”]


C: Whoa. [45 minutes later…]Whoa.

D: A shining path indeed! Was that all one song?

C: Unbelievable, just ridiculous. The Who, Bruford-era King Crimson, Oneida, minutemen, Lightning Bolt, Liars, Rush. Homeopathic progrock with a lot of heavy spiritual-political truths and theories (“We are only holograms”) and jokes and accusations (“You’re a liar! And a CROOK!”) and digs (“My favorite subject is…me!”). That last song, the three-section “The Spirit of Revenge”…

D: What a giant marching groover that one is! These guys must be super-fit. I’m guessing it’s a lentil and walnut-heavy diet.

“Human Animal”
(Sub Pop)

D: [listening to “A Million Years”] This makes me insanely happy but I can’t put my finger on why exactly.

C: I feel like it’s 4am at the docks and we’re hearing the soundtrack to some new-millenium industrial-environmental horror show. To update Funkadelic: Mother Earth is REALLY screaming now. [listening to “Lake of Roaches”] Especially now that these noise dudes have a horn. Yikes.

D: I see scrapheap monsters vomiting spare parts and microchips.

C: Urgh, this is uncomfortable in a really good way, like a good ol’ Khanate death-slog through the bog. It’s the feel-nothing hit of the fading summer.

D: “Rusted Mange” sounds like somebody getting run over.

C: “Leper War” is more queasy listening. I’m thinking of torture gardens and animal abuse science labs. All the atrocities going on behind the curtain. Machines playing with their prey. Angry dogs chomping on kids’ talking playtoys. Trains full of prisoners.

D: [thoughtfully] This is music to blow up Monsanto to.

C: Wolf Eyes: for when you want to detonate your day.

“The Body, The Blood, The Machine”
(Sub Pop)

C: Melodic meat-and-potatoes punk rock trio from the Pacific Northwest. Two women and a beardless man. This is a concept album about being on the run from a Christian authoritarian USA of the future.

D: [in Chuck D. voice] Fear of a Christian Planet. Fear, baby.

C: In other words, it serves as science fiction adventure, prophecy and soundtrack for real life in half of this country. It’s okay—I like the sentiment and the ambition—but I’m bored.

D: None of the hooks go in deep enough. It’s probably good to drive to, though.

C: The guy’s voice reminds me of Lee Ranaldo’s, which makes me think I’d rather be listening to “Daydream Nation.” Ha!

D: That should be the new Arthur bumper sticker: “I’d rather be listening to ‘Daydream Nation.’”

“Good God!: A Gospel Funk Hymnal”
(Numero Group)

C: Here’s another shining path: Christian funk-soul music from the late ‘60s, early ‘70s, which, let’s face it, that period was insane in every genre, every medium.

D: The first two minutes of this album provide everything I need from music.

C: This makes me love Jesus a lot more than when they come to my door and yell at me. Another Grade AAAA reclamation project from Numero Group, America’s most consistently great record label. No one runs a dig like they do.

D: They live in the crates.

C: They were BORN in the crates.

D: [boogieing] I’m happy as a Christian on the pipe and there’s nothing Bobby Gillespie and the Thermals can do about it! [thinking] If Christian soul is so good why is Christian rock so bad?

C: Well, you know what they say: the The Lord records in mysterious ways. And nu gospel metal is one of the most mysterious.

D: Christian rock has more preservatives and additives and pesticides and weird chemicals in it, which gives it big hair and a nasty sheen. This, on the other hand, is organic soul. Black granola Jesus.

“There Is A Season” boxset
(Sony Legacy)

C: Four CDs and a DVD for you, the gracious few. Their sound really sounds good right now. It must be those harmonies. In the book McGuinn talks about how none of the three of them had a distinctive enough voice for pure lead—but together the three made one beautiful voice. Then you’ve got those great jazz drums, that guy’s got interesting stuff going on all the time, and is willing to stop it all when it’s called for. And the guitar solos are completely nuts. People always think about the Byrds and the chiming 12-strings, band there is that, but the guitar solos are these wonderful jagged raga/jazz stop-start-scatter runs, if that makes any sense. I guess I just never had ears to hear it before. Music for golden hours in the forest, by the river. Pretty good for cleanly shaven gents. They were always tasteful ‘til they got shaggy in the ‘70s—played folk songs, played contemporary stuff (Dylan covers), some beautiful originals.

D: [sings along to “5D (Fifth Dimension”] “I opened my whole heart to the whole universe and I found it was loving/and I saw the great blunder my teachers had made/Scientific delirium madness…” Still one of the best descriptions of the spiritual side of an LSD trip I have ever encountered

C: David Crosby’s extremely gentle three-way plea “Why Can’t We Be Three” is pretty astonishing in its brazenness. You want to know how it will be/me and you/or her and me?’ Etc. And their version of “Wild Mountain Thyme”—“we’ll go gathering mountain thyme across the wild purple heather”—with harmonies and orchestra is as goosebumpraising as that Ravi Shankar at the Kremlin album.

D: Live cuts on disk 4? Not so happening.

“Lonely Road Revival”

C: Really good cosmic country-tinged Bonnaroo-ready indie rock from San Francisco by dudes who can write hooks. Shit, I bet they can jam it out too.

D: I don’t know why I’m filing it under “guilty pleasure,” but I am.

C: No need to feel guilty. But yeah I can already hear the hacky sacks being hacked, or kicked, or whatever it is they do. Still, you can’t judge a band by who you think their fans will be…

“Magic Potion”

C: I guess their fan Robert Plant didn’t end up joining the band on bass after all. Maybe he forgot to file for his post-beard exemption.

D: Excellent! The Black Keys. They take this stuff so seriously. There’s axle grease on their denims at all times.

C: So, after their tremendous levee-busting EP of Junior Kimbrough covers, here’s their major label debut. Are diminishing returns setting in?

D: It’s already a cult classic with me! And that’s the only one who matters.

C: You know, I hate to say it, but this is really underwhelming material from an incredibly talented band. I’m not hearing a single one of those choogling grooves that they used to mine so effortlessly. Sometimes low fidelity does not equal authenticity, it just means it sounds like crap.

D: Well it’s good enough for me to want to fire up the grill and have a cookout.

C: I’m hungry for something more.

“Ed Rosenthal’s Big Buds Calendar”
(Quick American Archives)

D: The best month is the Dutch still life with the other herbs and stuff:

C: It’s called “after the harvest” of course. [laughs] They totally have this calendar hanging by the desk at all the farms up in Humboldt. [Reading] Ha, “Slacker Thanksgiving” on Nov. 23, that’s a funny one. “As the bud ripens.” Heh.

D: To paraphrase AC/DC: Ed Rosenthal has the biggest buds of them all.

“Buffalo Killers”

C: Trio from Cincinnati—stomping ground of Bootsy Collins and Afghan Whigs—with two lumbering looking beard brothers who make a sweet racket that recalls the Black Crowes, Mountain, Hendrix, Screaming Trees. Definitely some Beatles on the first two songs.

D: From the same label that first signed the Black Keys. They must have scouts all over Ohio.

D: My main concern is why don’t they call themselves The Buffalo Lovers. [suspiciously] Were any buffalos harmed in the making of this album?

C: I love an album that builds and starts hitting its stride by the halfway point. All “River Water” needs, if it needs anything more, is P.P. Arnold singing backup. Then they destroy you with the next tune…

D: [listening to “With Love”] Now THAT is a ballad.

“London Hyde Park 1969” dvd

C: Well this is pretty cool. They’ve issued the DVD of this great film of this short-lived supergroup playing for free to 100,000 at London’s Hyde Park back in 1969.

D: It was so weird living through the decade called the ’80s and witnessing Steve Winwood wearing a leather trenchcoat and making sterile radio pop. And now to see Winwood here, looking so young. [The band kicks into “Sea of Joy”] He really was a great soul singer. Whoa check it out, they pan the crowd and there’s is Kenneth Anger himself in epaulets and sideburns and black lips waving his wand of joy.

C: Did you ever notice that every object or action is suddenly improved if you add “of joy” to the end of it?

D: Let’s see…I think I’ll grow a beard of joy. Shitbonger, you’re right!

C: Nice to see that bearded Ginger Baker brought along his handpainted drums on this occasion. Ginger in the ’60s was the equivalent of Gary Young from Pavement in the ’90s: a wild older dude who’s really good, but may not mix well with the others.

“Love Travels at Illegal Speeds”

C: Here comes the resolute ex-guitarist from Blur with just a corking great solo album, his best one so far.

D: Blur? I did not appreciate that bloodless dress-up party called Britpop.

C: Well between this and that Dirty Pretty Things single I’m ready to get out my Fred Perry shirts again. 

D: Yet if you hadn’t told me about the Blur connection, I would simply be feasting on this short spiky guitar nugs. He sounds like a long lost friend of Wreckless Eric, which makes him a friend of mine.

C: Listen, Graham’s even written the essential tune addressing the new beard conundrum. Dig this song, where he’s watching a guy and girl get off together, it’s kind of an thematic update of Joe Jackson’s “Is She Really Going Out With Him?” [puts on “What’s He Got?” and turns up the lyric “He’s got a lot of hair on his face and on his head/ So why I get my hair cut so short instead?”]

D: Apparently in cleancut Graham Coxon’s world, the beard gets the girl.