STRANGE POWERS at Creative Time in Manhattan

Above: Brion Gysin
I Give You/You Give Me, 1965
Ink on paper
Made during an LSD trip with John Giorno, May 28, 1965

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July 19-September 17
64 East 4th Street

STRANGE POWERS, Creative Time’s summer group exhibition, assembles works by more than twenty internationally acclaimed artists–Pawel Althamer & Artur Żmijewski, James Lee Byars, Sophie Calle & Fabio Balducci, The Center for Tactical Magic, Peter Coffin, Jennifer Cohen, Anne Collier, Christian Cummings, Trisha Donnelly, Douglas Gordon, Brion Gysin, Friedrich Jürgenson (presented by Carl Michael von Hausswolff), Joachim Koester, Jim Lambie, Miranda Lichtenstein, Euan Macdonald, Jonathan Monk, Senga Nengudi, Paul Pfeiffer, Eva Rothschild, and Mungo Thomson–whose works explore the transformative power of art through a variety of magically charged manifestations. While a number of exhibitions have recently looked at aspects of the occult and the spiritual, STRANGE POWERS highlights artworks that are made to actually have a paranormal effect on the world, including spells, talismanic objects, and apparitions conjured and transcribed.

Co-curated by Laura Hoptman and Peter Eleey, the exhibition will be presented on the second floor of an East Village building, rumored to be haunted, Thursday and Friday (4-7pm), Saturday and Sunday (noon–7pm) from July 20 through September 17, 2006, with an opening reception on Wednesday, July 19, 6-7:30pm. Extending the show to Times Square, Euan Macdonald’s video portrait of a healer will simultaneously offer its subject’s positive psychic effects to the wider public on the last minute of every hour on The 59th Minute: Video Art on the NBC Astrovision by Panasonic.

9/11 24/7.

New York Times

“In the Ohio Senate race, Mr. Rove has found himself in a back-and-forth with Senator Mike DeWine. Mr. DeWine has at times resisted Mr. Rove’s counsel that he employ an unrelenting focus on terrorism, exhibiting what other Republicans described as ambivalence about a television commercial depicting the World Trade Center burning.”

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ESSENTIAL, TERRIFYING YET STRANGELY OPTIMISTIC VIEWING: MIKE JUDGE’S VINTAGE ’50s/’60s MAD MAGAZINE-ESQUE MASTERPIECE FILM “IDIOCRACY”

(Not showing in NYC or SF. Go speculate.)

“Idiocracy”

Logline: The most average man in the US military is cryogenically frozen in an experiment which accidentally lasts 500 years, awakening to discover society has become so dumbed down he is the smartest man on the planet

Featuring: Maya Rudolph, Luke Wilson

Director: Mike Judge (Beavis & Butthead, King of the Hill, Office Space)

Writer: Mike Judge and Etan Cohen, story by Mike Judge

Distributor: idiots at Twentieth Century Fox

Bizarre Opening Week Release Pattern: Opens at the Atlantic Palace 10 in Alhambra CA, the Allen 16 in Allex TX, the Mansell Crossing 14 in Alpharetta GA, the Atlantic Station Stadium 16, the Parkway Point 15 and the Phipps Plaza 14 in Atlanta, the Austell 22 in Austell GA, the Barton Creek Square 14, the Gateway 16 and the Tinseltown 17 in Austin, the Brea West Stadium Cinemas in Brea CA, the Buena Park Metroplex 18 in Buena Park CA, the Mall of Georgia 20 in Buford GA, the Burbank 16 in Burbank, the Riverstone 15 in Canton GA, the Lakeline Mall Cinemas in Cedar Park TX, the Century City 15 in Century City, the Hollywood 24 in Chamblee GA, the Winnetka All Stadium 21 in Chatsworth CA, the City North 14 in Chicago, the Chicago Heights 15 in Chicago Heights IL, the Conyers Crossroads 16 in Conyers GA, the Covina 30 in Covina CA, the Country Club Hills 16 in Country Club Hills IL, the Crestwood 18 in Crestwood IL, the Showplace 16 in Crystal Lake IL, the Culver Plaza 6 in Culver

City, the Dallas 17 and the Keystone Park 16 in Dallas, the North Dekalb Mall 16 in Decauter GA, the Arbor Place 18 in Douglasville GA, the Medlock Crossing 18 in Duluth GA, the Tinseltown 17 in Grapevine TX, the Gurnee Cinemas in Gurnee IL, the ArcLight 15 in Hollywood, the Greenway Palace Stadium 24, the Gulf Pointe 30, the Marq*E Stadium 23, the Studio 30, the Tinseltown USA 290, the Tinseltown Westchase 17, the Willowbrook 24 and the Yorktown 15 in Houston, the Deerbrook 24 in Humble TX, the Irvine 21 in Irvine CA, the MacArthur Marketplace 16 in Irving TX, the Tinseltown 17 in Jacinto City TX, the Katy 19 and the Katy Mills 20 in Katy TX, the Town 16 in Kennesaw GA, the Lakewood Center Stadium 16 in Lakewood CA, the Discover Mills 18 in Lawrenceville GA, the Lincolnshire Stadium 20 in Lincolnshire IL, the Stonecrest 16 in Lithonia GA, the Long Beach 26 and the Pine Square 16 in Long Beach, the Beverly Center 13 and the Bridge cinema de lux in Los Angeles, the Southlake!

 24 in Morrow GA, the Naperville 16 in Naperville IL, the Norwalk 20 in Norwalk CA, the Block 30 and the Stadium 25 in Orange, the Paseo Stadium 14 in Pasadena CA, the Hollywood Movies 20 in Pasadena TX, the Tinseltown USA Cinemas in Pflugerville TX, the Legacy Cinemas and the Tinseltown USA Cinemas in Plano TX, the Puente Hills 20 in Puente Hills CA, the Round Lake Beach 18 in Round Lake Beach IL, the Criterion 6 in Santa Monica, the Streets of Woodfield 20 in Schaumberg IL, the Schererville 16 in Schererville IL, the Sherman Oaks 5 in Sherman Oaks CA, the Simi Valley Plaza 10 in Simi Valley CA, the Village Crossing 18 in Skokie IL, the Snellville 12 in Snellville GA, the South Gate 20 in South Gate CA, the Southlake Town Center 14 in Southlake TX, the First Colony 24 in Sugarland TX, the Rolling Hills 20 in Torrance CA, the Universal City 18 in Unviersal City CA, the Webster 18 in Webster TX, the Avco Cinema Center in Westwood, the Promenade 16 in Woodland Hills, the Tins!

eltown 17 in Woodlands TX and the Seven Bridges Cinemas in Woo!

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L (86 locations total) on September 1

MPAA Rating: R for language and sex-related humor

Running Time: 84 minutes

Aspect Ratio: Flat (1.85:1)

Sound Format: Dolby Digital, DTS

‘Idiocracy’

Are things bad now? `Idiocracy’ imagines a future in which people are, well, take a guess. Its satire is spot-on.

By Carina Chocano, Los Angeles Times  – September 4, 2006

What does Mike Judge have to do to get a movie released and marketed? He could stop making satires as merciless and spot-on as this one, for one thing. His second film in seven years, “Idiocracy,” was completed nearly two years ago and dumped on Friday, reviewless and unmarketed, in six markets not including New York and San Francisco. (Because who could possibly be interested in the long-awaited movie by the director of “Office Space” there?) It’s this sort of vote of no-confidence that gets people wondering — just how bad could it be? Which raises the issue of what “bad” means to the studio that unleashed “Date Movie” and “Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties” on an unsuspecting populace.

Judge has a gift for delivering brutal satire in the trappings of low comedy and for making heroes out of ordinary people whose humanity makes them suspect in a world where every inch of space, including mental, is mediated. The movie would be worth seeing for its skewering of the health system alone — in the future, hospitals will resemble a cross between a chain auto-diagnostic center and a Carl’s Jr., powered by Help Me technology — even if its opening thesis on the moment in history (roughly now) that evolution tipped into devolution weren’t so clear-eyed.

“Idiocracy” is Judge’s pitch-black, bleakly hilarious vision of an American future so bespoiled by rapacious corporations and so dumbed-down by junk culture that the president of the United States is a three-time “Smackdown!” champion and former super porn-star. The movie begins with a comparison of two family trees. A high-IQ couple waits for the perfect time to have a child, a decision they don’t take lightly, while elsewhere, in the trailer park, the dim bulbs breed like rabbits. The high-IQ couple waits too long, the husband dies of stress during fertility treatments, and their line stops there. Meanwhile, the moron population explodes.

Joe Bowers (Luke Wilson), however, is not actually a moron. He’s an average, unambitious, essentially lazy guy biding his time in the Army until he can collect his pension. It’s his perfect averageness (that and his dead parents and no siblings or wife) that make him the perfect candidate for an Army experiment in cryogenics. The idea is to freeze the best soldiers for thawing at a later date, when they’re really needed. Joe is chosen as the guinea pig, and because the Army can’t find a servicewoman to meet the same criteria, they freeze a hooker named Rita (Maya Rudolph) alongside him.

The experiment is meant to last a year, but in that time the base shuts down, is replaced by a Fuddruckers, and Joe and Rita are forgotten for more than 500 years. Meanwhile, humanity devolves to the point where it can’t take care of its basic needs, like dealing with garbage or growing crops, and when Joe and Rita find themselves unearthed during the great garbage avalanche of 2505, they discover to their great surprise that they are the smartest people on Earth.

An IQ and aptitude test he takes in prison (non-payment of his hospital bill) gets Joe taken to the White House, where President Camacho (Terry Alan Crews) makes him secretary of the Interior and entrusts him to fix all the problems. But Joe is focused on getting home and enlists his incompetent lawyer and stupid friend, Frito Lexus (Dax Shepard), with leading him, and Rita, to a time machine.

The plot, naturally, is silly and not exactly bound by logic. But it’s Judge’s gimlet-eyed knack for nightmarish extrapolation that makes “Idiocracy” a cathartic delight.

In the future, Fuddruckers will become Buckrudders — and then finally just come and say what it’s been longing to say for years. (It will remain, however, a popular destination for children’s birthday parties.) Carl’s Jr. will adopt as its motto, “Fuck you, I’m eating.” The phone company will have merged with several media companies, the U.S. government and, of course, Carl’s Jr. Costco will house one of the nation’s top law schools. (It will also have warehouses roughly the size of Connecticut.) The streets will resemble Universal CityWalk in bad decline.

And the No. 1 movie in America will be called [“Ass.”]

Sixteen thumbs up,

Arthur & Arthur

Los Angeles, California

ESSENTIAL, TERRIFYING YET STRANGELY OPTIMISTIC VIEWING: MIKE JUDGE'S VINTAGE '50s/'60s MAD MAGAZINE-ESQUE MASTERPIECE "IDIOCRACY"

“Idiocracy”

Logline: The most average man in the US military is cryogenically frozen in an experiment which accidentally lasts 500 years, awakening to discover society has become so dumbed down he is the smartest man on the planet
Featuring: Maya Rudolph, Luke Wilson
Director: Mike Judge
Writer: Mike Judge and Etan Cohen, story by Mike Judge
Distributor: idiots at Twentieth Century Fox
TOP SECRET Opening Week Release Pattern: Opens at the Atlantic Palace 10 in Alhambra CA, the Allen 16 in Allex TX, the Mansell Crossing 14 in Alpharetta GA, the Atlantic Station Stadium 16, the Parkway Point 15 and the Phipps Plaza 14 in Atlanta, the Austell 22 in Austell GA, the Barton Creek Square 14, the Gateway 16 and the Tinseltown 17 in Austin, the Brea West Stadium Cinemas in Brea CA, the Buena Park Metroplex 18 in Buena Park CA, the Mall of Georgia 20 in Buford GA, the Burbank 16 in Burbank, the Riverstone 15 in Canton GA, the Lakeline Mall Cinemas in Cedar Park TX, the Century City 15 in Century City, the Hollywood 24 in Chamblee GA, the Winnetka All Stadium 21 in Chatsworth CA, the City North 14 in Chicago, the Chicago Heights 15 in Chicago Heights IL, the Conyers Crossroads 16 in Conyers GA, the Covina 30 in Covina CA, the Country Club Hills 16 in Country Club Hills IL, the Crestwood 18 in Crestwood IL, the Showplace 16 in Crystal Lake IL, the Culver Plaza 6 in Culver City, the Dallas 17 and the Keystone Park 16 in Dallas, the North Dekalb Mall 16 in Decauter GA, the Arbor Place 18 in Douglasville GA, the Medlock Crossing 18 in Duluth GA, the Tinseltown 17 in Grapevine TX, the Gurnee Cinemas in Gurnee IL, the ArcLight 15 in Hollywood, the Greenway Palace Stadium 24, the Gulf Pointe 30, the Marq*E Stadium 23, the Studio 30, the Tinseltown USA 290, the Tinseltown Westchase 17, the Willowbrook 24 and the Yorktown 15 in Houston, the Deerbrook 24 in Humble TX, the Irvine 21 in Irvine CA, the MacArthur Marketplace 16 in Irving TX, the Tinseltown 17 in Jacinto City TX, the Katy 19 and the Katy Mills 20 in Katy TX, the Town 16 in Kennesaw GA, the Lakewood Center Stadium 16 in Lakewood CA, the Discover Mills 18 in Lawrenceville GA, the Lincolnshire Stadium 20 in Lincolnshire IL, the Stonecrest 16 in Lithonia GA, the Long Beach 26 and the Pine Square 16 in Long Beach, the Beverly Center 13 and the Bridge cinema de lux in Los Angeles, the Southlake 24 in Morrow GA, the Naperville 16 in Naperville IL, the Norwalk 20 in Norwalk CA, the Block 30 and the Stadium 25 in Orange, the Paseo Stadium 14 in Pasadena CA, the Hollywood Movies 20 in Pasadena TX, the Tinseltown USA Cinemas in Pflugerville TX, the Legacy Cinemas and the Tinseltown USA Cinemas in Plano TX, the Puente Hills 20 in Puente Hills CA, the Round Lake Beach 18 in Round Lake Beach IL, the Criterion 6 in Santa Monica, the Streets of Woodfield 20 in Schaumberg IL, the Schererville 16 in Schererville IL, the Sherman Oaks 5 in Sherman Oaks CA, the Simi Valley Plaza 10 in Simi Valley CA, the Village Crossing 18 in Skokie IL, the Snellville 12 in Snellville GA, the South Gate 20 in South Gate CA, the Southlake Town Center 14 in Southlake TX, the First Colony 24 in Sugarland TX, the Rolling Hills 20 in Torrance CA, the Universal City 18 in Unviersal City CA, the Webster 18 in Webster TX, the Avco Cinema Center in Westwood, the Promenade 16 in Woodland Hills, the Tinseltown 17 in Woodlands TX and the Seven Bridges Cinemas in Woodridge IL (86 locations total) on September 1
MPAA Rating: R for language and sex-related humor
Running Time: 84 minutes
Aspect Ratio: Flat (1.85:1)
Sound Format: Dolby Digital, DTS

‘Idiocracy’
Are things bad now? `Idiocracy’ imagines a future in which people are, well, take a guess. Its satire is spot-on.

By Carina Chocano
Los Angeles Times Staff Writer

September 4, 2006

What does Mike Judge have to do to get a movie released and marketed? He could stop making satires as merciless and spot-on as this one, for one thing. His second film in seven years, “Idiocracy,” was completed nearly two years ago and dumped on Friday, reviewless and unmarketed, in six markets not including New York and San Francisco. (Because who could possibly be interested in the long-awaited movie by the director of “Office Space” there?) It’s this sort of vote of no-confidence that gets people wondering — just how bad could it be? Which raises the issue of what “bad” means to the studio that unleashed “Date Movie” and “Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties” on an unsuspecting populace.

Judge has a gift for delivering brutal satire in the trappings of low comedy and for making heroes out of ordinary people whose humanity makes them suspect in a world where every inch of space, including mental, is mediated. The movie would be worth seeing for its skewering of the health system alone — in the future, hospitals will resemble a cross between a chain auto-diagnostic center and a Carl’s Jr., powered by Help Me technology — even if its opening thesis on the moment in history (roughly now) that evolution tipped into devolution weren’t so clear-eyed.

“Idiocracy” is Judge’s pitch-black, bleakly hilarious vision of an American future so bespoiled by rapacious corporations and so dumbed-down by junk culture that the president of the United States is a three-time “Smackdown!” champion and former super porn-star. The movie begins with a comparison of two family trees. A high-IQ couple waits for the perfect time to have a child, a decision they don’t take lightly, while elsewhere, in the trailer park, the dim bulbs breed like rabbits. The high-IQ couple waits too long, the husband dies of stress during fertility treatments, and their line stops there. Meanwhile, the moron population explodes.

Joe Bowers (Luke Wilson), however, is not actually a moron. He’s an average, unambitious, essentially lazy guy biding his time in the Army until he can collect his pension. It’s his perfect averageness (that and his dead parents and no siblings or wife) that make him the perfect candidate for an Army experiment in cryogenics. The idea is to freeze the best soldiers for thawing at a later date, when they’re really needed. Joe is chosen as the guinea pig, and because the Army can’t find a servicewoman to meet the same criteria, they freeze a hooker named Rita (Maya Rudolph) alongside him.

The experiment is meant to last a year, but in that time the base shuts down, is replaced by a Fuddruckers, and Joe and Rita are forgotten for more than 500 years. Meanwhile, humanity devolves to the point where it can’t take care of its basic needs, like dealing with garbage or growing crops, and when Joe and Rita find themselves unearthed during the great garbage avalanche of 2505, they discover to their great surprise that they are the smartest people on Earth.

An IQ and aptitude test he takes in prison (non-payment of his hospital bill) gets Joe taken to the White House, where President Camacho (Terry Alan Crews) makes him secretary of the Interior and entrusts him to fix all the problems. But Joe is focused on getting home and enlists his incompetent lawyer and stupid friend, Frito Lay (Dax Shepard), with leading him, and Rita, to a time machine.

The plot, naturally, is silly and not exactly bound by logic. But it’s Judge’s gimlet-eyed knack for nightmarish extrapolation that makes “Idiocracy” a cathartic delight.

In the future, Fuddruckers will become Buckrudders — and then finally just come and say what it’s been longing to say for years. (It will remain, however, a popular destination for children’s birthday parties.) Carl’s Jr. will adopt as its motto, “Fuck you, I’m eating.” The phone company will have merged with several media companies, the U.S. government and, of course, Carl’s Jr. Costco will house one of the nation’s top law schools. (It will also have warehouses roughly the size of Connecticut.) The streets will resemble Universal CityWalk in bad decline.

And the No. 1 movie in America — well, see it for yourself and find out.

IT ALWAYS BEGINS WITH THE CARTOONISTS.

Los Angeles Times

Funny business

In “Revel With a Cause,” Stephen E. Kercher argues that the “satire boom” of the 1950s and ’60s was not only just entertainment but also a social movement — one that changed American life.

By Rich Cohen

‘Revel With a Cause: Liberal Satire in Postwar America’
Stephen E. Kercher
University of Chicago Press: 576 pp., $35

Nothing ages as poorly as a joke. It’s a dirty little secret — the records of Mort Sahl, that revolutionary genius, no longer play funny. How do I know? Because when I listen to them, I don’t laugh. Monologues that kept my father in stitches don’t touch me. In the end, all that remains of the old comedian (or of most old comedians, since I still find the Marx Brothers pretty funny, ditto Jackie Gleason) is the pose of the comic, the way he held his cigarette or stood in the light — the way, in other words, he faced the world.

In fearful times, comedians are often the first to stand up to authority. It’s in their nature. They know the teacher is going to come down with the ruler, but they go for it anyway. In fact, if you study the history of comedy, you study the history of dissent. This is what Stephen E. Kercher has done in “Revel With a Cause: Liberal Satire in Postwar America,” a survey of the “satire boom,” the comedic flowering that ran from the early 1950s to the mid-1960s. “Far from being mirthless,” he writes, “the two decades following World War II spawned satiric forms and techniques that have permanently altered the direction of modern American comic expression.”

Kercher, who is an assistant professor of history at the University of Wisconsin, Oshkosh, has watched and analyzed legions of lost television shows, comic strips, routines, sketches. The old names keep turning up: Dick Gregory, Nichols and May, Bob Newhart, Bob and Ray. Much of their work was heroic because it flourished in the wake of McCarthyism. This was life re-asserting itself, the giggle that wells up in your chest after the gym teacher has chewed you out.

It began with the cartoonists — people like Bill Mauldin, a World War II grunt who painted Army life as it was lived, not as it was sold; or Al Capp, Herblock and Walt Kelly, whose “Pogo” comic strip became a national sensation. “By 1958,” Kercher writes, “an estimated fifty million readers followed ‘Pogo’ in five hundred newspapers worldwide…. The quadrennial ‘I Go Pogo’ presidential campaigns that Kelly initiated in 1952 — campaigns intended to parody presidential candidates and their campaigns — became sizeable high school and college fads.”

Plays, films, nightclub routines: Each is minutely detailed in “Revel With a Cause.” Reading the book is like watching a slo-mo explosion, one triggered by Ernie Kovacs, Sid Caesar, Henry Morgan, Stan Freberg and Harvey Kurtzman’s Mad magazine. Then Steve Allen’s “The Tonight Show,” the Compass Players in Chicago — who spawned Shelley Berman — and Second City, a reflection of which can still be seen on “Saturday Night Live.”

According to Kercher, many of the comedians who made their names in the 20 years after World War II were Jewish or African American — outsiders no less obsessed with the phoniness of the system than J.D. Salinger’s Holden Caulfield or Norman Mailer’s White Negro. “[F]or many of these artists and performers,” he points out, “humor did not provide an escape from reality but instead a momentary flight from the unreality of postwar American life.”

By the late 1950s a parallel universe had developed, a world of funny people who saw themselves as distinct from the bourgeoisie.

“We were members of a comic underground,” cartoonist Jules Feiffer recalls, “meeting in cabarets and cellar clubs, making startlingly grave and innovative jokes about virginity, Jewish mothers, HUAC and J. Edgar Hoover.”

When listening to these old routines, you have to ask yourself: What comes first, the joke or the message? Is the latter a byproduct, something that arises naturally, or is the joke the candy that hides the medicine? Because in the end — and the end is now — the candy rots and you are left with a generation of young people looking for what makes this stuff funny. Old newspapers are read only by historians and conspiracy nuts.

At times, “Revel With a Cause” strikes me as too earnest, too academic — that’s my beef, as Jay Leno used to say. It reads like a college survey in which the professor shuts you up by saying: Comedy is no laughing matter! “By considering their humorous work seriously,” Kercher writes, “I will demonstrate that American postwar satiric writers, artists, and performers responded critically and creatively to concerns many middle class Americans shared over race relations, the Cold War, McCarthyism, and the spread of hypocrisy and deceit.”

Kercher is the sort of guy who takes four hours to tell you the plot of a 90-minute movie, who explains why a whoopee cushion is funny rather than letting the humor stand for itself. I’m not suggesting that a writer chronicling comedians has to be their equal on the page, but because these men, the best of them, were defined by a daredevil, hope-we-don’t-get-lynched recklessness, I do think they are owed some liveliness.

Yet “Revel With a Cause” is saved by its portrayal of Lenny Bruce, who is its hero and stands as an endpoint to all the comedic kvetching. Pictures of Bruce never fail to touch me. His face is as melancholy as that of Chaplin’s Tramp. He was a hero of the age, so had to be broken on the wheel. That’s the way it is with revolutionaries. Their ideas might sound dated, but their example lives.

Bruce was born Leonard Schneider. He never made it past fifth grade. He served in the Navy, where he handled bombs, which seems like a literary symbol. (Almost all the comics Kercher writes about served in the military, which gave them the authority to take on the generals; this lack of authority — today, most humorists come from the class that does not serve — is one of many problems of having an all-volunteer military.)

Bruce began doing conventional stand-up but soon broke out and started speaking his mind. He made fun of Catholics, Jews, everyone. Talked about sex. A New York critic called him “a truthteller, a kind of prophet, the kind that goes right back to Ezekiel.” Walter Winchell called him “America’s No. 1 Vomic.” He was arrested for obscenity and tried and arrested and tried again. In Los Angeles, the case against him was made by none other than Johnnie Cochran Jr. — part of the legal team responsible for O.J. Simpson’s acquittal — who tried to nail Bruce to the cross.

The People of the State of New York v. Lenny Bruce was the case that killed him — that, and the heroin. It was prosecuted by Frank Hogan, who also went after members of the Jewish Mob. Bruce was convicted, or so it seems, for not being funny enough, because the judge didn’t “get” his act. The decision called his routine “chaotic, haphazard, and inartful.” It’s a comedian’s worst nightmare: sentenced to prison because he bombed. On appeal, he did his routine for a panel that included future Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall.

The satire boom was ultimately devoured by the forces it helped bring into power: Camelot and the New Frontier. “In terms of its political outlook, certainly,” Kercher notes, “most of the satire celebrated throughout American popular culture during the 1950s and early 1960s dovetailed with the cold war liberalism of Adlai Stevenson and John F. Kennedy. Once they began to see themselves as part of the liberal establishment, American satirists yielded their positions as critical outsiders for the sake of becoming court jesters.”

To highlight this, Kercher quotes, among others, Feiffer, who suggests that the Kennedys “learned how to make [satire] ineffectual by embracing it.” In 1963 the cartoonist told a reporter that what most bothered him was the way he had been “accepted by the very people I’m trying to wound. They wound me by loving me to death while I’m expressing my hostility.”

The satirist is an insurgent — he can snipe and detonate and oppose, but he can never govern.

In the end, Kercher offers a compelling picture of a time when the funny man ruled, although he fails to explain just what made the funny man funny, what made the audience laugh. Partly this has to do with the nature of jokes, which, even more quickly than the comics who crafted them, fall into haggard ruins. Partly it’s the fault of Kercher, who simply does not have an ear for comedy. He is like a scholar who can explain what the invention of dessert meant in a sociological sense, but cannot tell you what the pudding tasted like, or why people keep ordering profiteroles. It reminds me of T.S. Eliot, that great lover of Borscht Belt comedy, who said: “We had the experience but missed the meaning.”

Rich Cohen is the author of “Tough Jews: Fathers, Sons, and Gangster Dreams,” “The Record Men: The Chess Brothers and the Birth of Rock & Roll,” and “Sweet and Low: A Family Story.”

Found: Treasure trove of unheard songs from Joe Meek

The Independent

By Anthony Barnes, Arts and Media Correspondent
Published: 20 August 2006

A treasure trove of 3,000 tapes from the early days of guitar pop has been uncovered, chronicling the works of the man dubbed the UK’s answer to “wall of sound” creator Phil Spector.

The collection was amassed by Joe Meek, a volatile genius who shaped some of the biggest chart hits of the early Sixties with stars such as David Bowie, Rod Stewart, Status Quo and Tom Jones passing through the doors of his studio. The cache, known as the “tea chest tapes”, includes master recordings of many of the string of number one hits he created, as well as unheard sessions which never saw the light of day.

But fans of the charismatic record producer are now concerned that the uncatalogued boxes of 10in reels are simply rotting away as they oxidise and age. With the approach of the 40th anniversary of Meek’s death, fans and artists who appear on the tapes are demanding the recordings are properly preserved to protect his legacy.

Musician Clem Cattini of The Tornados, whose Meek-produced single “Telstar” was the first US number one by a British group and the favourite record of Baroness Thatcher, said: “It would be a terrible shame if this stuff, some of which has never been heard, was to be completely lost.” Meek’s biographer, John Repsch, added: “Leaving them there rotting year after year is just a terrible waste.”

Meek, who played no instruments himself but had a brilliant ear for sound, built up his ramshackle studio in a split-level flat at 304 Holloway Road, north London. His unconventional recording methods became the stuff of legend as he sought to create new effects.

He would record vocals in the toilet, or put the string section on the stairs, to create the right sound, twist screws that weren’t meant to be touched on the mixing desk and bash tacks into the hammers of his piano to alter its sound.

John Leyton, who scored a number one hit in 1961 before appearing in films such as The Great Escape and Von Ryan’s Express, said: “His studio was in a very dank maisonette and there were cables and tapes all over the place. It was an absolute mess. When I got there I thought, ‘So this is the glamour of showbiz.’ It just didn’t seem at all professional, and I thought nothing was going to come of it, but people were always amazed by the results.”

Meek, who was gay and had once been arrested for importuning, became increasingly unpredictable as his fame grew. As well as being obsessed with the spirit world, he also became fixated by the idea that he was being bugged by major record labels. He would often record the private conversations of guests to his home when he stepped out of the room to find out what they said about him.

In February 1967, long after his hits had dried up, he committed suicide, moments after murdering his landlady. His equipment was sold off to pay his debts and a huge cache of tapes was sold to businessman Cliff Cooper – who had performed in a Meek band, The Millionaires – on the proviso that he held them for the study of the producer’s methods.

Mr Cooper has held on to the collection ever since, but many Meek fans are now angry that the tapes – said to include sessions featuring Bowie, Jones and Stewart, as well as thousands of hours of unheard recordings – are crumbling away. Campaigners say if work is done now they can be preserved.

Mr Cooper told The Independent on Sunday: “I do feel guilty that this has gone on for so long but I was advised that it could be a litigation nightmare. I would love to do something with them. I intend to over the next few weeks.”

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Novac

Cilla and the blacks

Nelson Angelo and Joyce

Brian Eno

Wipers 

Kyuss

Gun Club 

Kate Bush

Beau Brummels

Mamas and the Papas

Sandy Denny

music from various Sublime Frequencies compilations

2. THE SUNDAY NEW YORK TIMES ON ARTHUR’S NEW “INVASION OF THE THUNDERBOLT PAGODA” DVD…

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/27/movies/27gadd.html

“Long, Strange Trip for a Hypnotic Film”

By JAMES GADDY

IT took 38 years, but Ira Cohen’s cult film, “The Invasion of

Thunderbolt Pagoda,” which was first screened in 1968 at the high

point of the psychedelic hippie head rush, is now commercially

available. Given the close calls, the long absences and his chaotic

archival system, Mr. Cohen, 71, is a little surprised himself.

“It didn’t really involve patience,” he said in his apartment on West

106th Street in Manhattan, surrounded by books stacked waist high. “It

was just reality.”

In 1961 Mr. Cohen built a room in his New York loft lined with large

panels of Mylar plastic, a sort of bendable mirror that causes images

to crackle and swirl in hypnotic, sometimes beautiful patterns. After

a few years experimenting with the technique in photographs, he

invited his friends from the downtown scene — like Beverly Grant, Vali

Myers and Tony Conrad — to make a film.

The finished product sets languid images of opium smokers (in

fantastic makeup and costumes) against a droning, chanting,

tabla-beating soundtrack by Angus MacLise, the original drummer of the

Velvet Underground. Xavier Garcia Bardon, film curator at the Palais

des Beaux-Arts in Brussels, said the film is an important artifact of

the era.

“It’s like going on an ecstatic journey to another planet, full of

magical beings, animals and plants,” he said. “It’s a hallucinatory,

almost trance-inducing experience.”

Mr. Cohen left New York in 1969, shortly after the film’s first

screening, for art- and drug-filled travels in India, Ethiopia and

Nepal. He roamed through the 1970’s and 80’s. While he was away, the

film’s legend grew, even as the original few copies slowly

disappeared.

Mr. Cohen said he dropped off the original print at DuArt Film

Laboratories before he left; the staff reached him in Kathmandu in

1978, asking for $300 in storage fees. He asked the lab to send the

print to the Museum of Modern Art, but the museum has no record of

receiving it.

“If you have money, you can store it any way you want,” he said

ruefully. “But for some people, $280, $300 changes the way things turn

out.”

It wasn’t until a compilation of Mr. MacLise’s music came out in 1999,

20 years after his death, that interest in distributing the film

began. Jay Babcock, editor of the underground magazine Arthur, and

Will Swofford, a composer who was then studying at Wesleyan

University, independently tracked Mr. Cohen down.

Mr. Babcock said he was curious to see how Mr. Cohen’s early Mylar

photographs would look like in a film. “I had dreamed for years what

it would look like,” Mr. Babcock said. He began pressing for

distribution rights.

Meanwhile Mr. Swofford had persuaded Mr. Cohen, whose health has been

failing (he’s had two strokes in the last year), to let him operate as

an archivist and agent. Mr. Swofford eventually found 40 cans of

unused outtakes in a green trunk, buried beneath books, papers, slides

and assorted creative runoff.

“No one had touched the film for 25 years,”  Mr. Swofford said.

Because the original version lasts only 22 minutes, he began beefing

up the content for the DVD age. Mr. Cohen wanted to use part of the

found film, an eight-minute section in which he is buried in mud, as a

prelude; Mr. Swofford used the nearly four hours of outtakes to

fashion “Brain Damage,” a 30-minute coda. The DVD also features a

slide show of Mr. Cohen’s photographs, audio recitations of his poetry

and two alternate soundtracks to the film.

One of these versions was by the band Acid Mothers Temple, which had

recorded a live soundtrack to the film at the music festival Kill Your

Timid Notion, in Dundee, Scotland, in 2003.

“I had no idea what a DVD could be,” Mr. Cohen said. “I would have

just put the film on there.”

The film was released last month, the result of a collaboration

between Bastet, Arthur magazine’s music and video label, and

Saturnalia, Mr. Swofford’s label, with distribution limited to the

magazine’s Web site (www.arthurmag.com) and a few independent music

retailers. Thanks to labor donated by both parties, the initial

1,000-copy print run cost about $8,000.

But $8,000 is still a lot of money for a magazine like Arthur, a

break-even labor-of-love venture. “It’s shameful, with the hundreds of

millions of dollars spent on movies every year in Hollywood, it’s left

to a penniless publication to put this out,” Mr. Babcock said.

Yet he remains optimistic. The film received positive reviews when

screened at the 2006 Whitney Biennial. Next month Mr. Bardon will hold

a screening with live music in Brussels, and Tony Conrad, now a

professor in the department of media studies at the University of

Buffalo, will screen the film in Atlanta.

Mr. Babcock is already making plans to release Mr. Cohen’s two other

films if Arthur can recoup the investment on this one. “We hope this

is just the beginning,” he says.

“Invasion” is available from retailers and from Arthur directly:

www.arthurmag.com

3.  JUST IN TIME FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR: ARTHUR MAGAZINE LAUNCHES NEW ALBUM, CURATED BY JOSEPHINE FOSTER, TO BENEFIT COUNTER-MILITARY RECRUITING CAMPAIGNS AND PROGRAMS 

With wars raging across the Middle East and prospects for peace dimming, the youth of America have wised up and are starting to stay away from military recruiters in droves. Said recruiters have retaliated with aggressive–and often criminal–tactics.

An eye-opening study issued this August by the Government Accountability Office reported that “allegations and service-identified incidents of recruiter wrongdoing” increased almost 50 percent between 2004 and 2005. Criminal violations more than doubled over the same period of time. Increasingly common tactics used by the nation’s 20,000 military recruiters range from lying about the financial benefits of service to threatening high school students with arrest if they back out of an enlistment process already underway. Military recruiters have also been assisting recruits in the falsification of documents to cover up conditions like autism, mental illness and serious drug problems that would bar them from service if reported. [See Endnotes below for more information.]

Musician Josephine Foster is joining forces with Bastet, our publishing imprint, to help give America’s kids and parents the tools they need to protect them from the depredations of the nation’s many unscrupulous military recruiters. 

On August 29, we released So Much Fire to Roast Human Flesh, an 18-track, multi-artist compilation CD curated by Foster featuring exclusive contributions from some of the more outspoken members of the nation’s burgeoning psychedelic folk scene, including Devendra Banhart, Feathers, David Pajo and members of Espers and Spires That in the Sunset Rise. Musicians from earlier generations of the underground, such as Michael Hurley, Kath Bloom and Angels of Light, are also present.

All profits from sales of So Much Fire… will be distributed to specific counter-military recruitment and pacifist organizations and programs who effectively advise high school students and other Americans at risk of being taken advantage of by the military’s recruiters and omnipresent big-budget marketing campaigns. 

“All of the musicians represented on So Much Fire… are American citizens,” said Josephine Foster. “Our voices join with many others across this land that freely question and openly oppose war. Hopefully we will raise a good sum of money to help fund the educational pacifist tasks these organizations do. They are dedicated to creating a positive counter to the rising tides of the war being waged. We hope to assist them in their efforts promoting peace and non-militarism in the United States.”

“I am deeply grateful to everyone involved in this gesture; from every musician, to Fred Tomaselli for use of his incredible painting as the cover art, to Laris Kreslins at Arthur. In the end, all of the labor was donated, including the manufacturing.”

The album’s title is taken from a line by the poet Apollinaire, who died from wounds he sustained while serving in World War I.

So Much Fire… is available for order from Arthurmag.com and, starting August 29, from record stores across North America.

Track listing:

THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS – “Dragonfly” (live)

FEATHERS – “Dust”

MICHAEL HURLEY – “A Little Bit of Love for You”

MEG BAIRD – “Western Red Lily (Nunavut Diamond Dream)”

ANDREW BAR – “Don’t Trust That Man”

GOATGIRL – “President Combed His Hair”

DEVENDRA BANHART – “I Know Some Souls” (demo)

KATH BLOOM – “Baby Let It Come Down On Me”

CHARLIE NOTHING – “Fuck You and Your Stupid Wars”

DIANE CLUCK – “A Phoenix and Doves”

JOHN ALLINGHAM & ANN TILEY – “Big War”

JOSEPHINE FOSTER – “Would You Pave the Road?”

ANGELS OF LIGHT – “Destroyer”

RACHEL MASON – “The War Clerk’s Lament”

PAJO – “War Is Dead”

MVEE – “Powderfinger”

KATHLEEN BAIRD – “Prayer for Silence”

LAY ALL OVER IT – “A Place”

ENDNOTES

Read the GAO report, “Military Recruiting: DOD and Services Need Better Data to Enhance Visibility over Recruiter Irregularities” here:

http://www.gao.gov/docdblite/summary.php?rptno=GAO-06-846&accno=A58199 

High school students, their parents and friends can learn more about their rights when confronted by recruiters at

http://afsc.org/youthmil/militarism-in-schools/High-school-students-rights.htm

4. SUN RA AKRESTRA, MORE ADDED TO ARTHUR NIGHTS FESTIVAL – OCT. 19-22 IN LOS ANGELES.

ARTHUR NIGHTS

at The Echo, The Ex_Plx and Rec Center Studio in Los Angeles

Oct 19-22, 2006

Presented by Arthur Magazine and The Echo Presents in association with Spaceland Productions

****All artists will perform full sets****

Thurs. Oct. 19, 6pm – ALL AGES WELCOME – $24

Devendra Banhart

Bert Jansch

Espers

Watts Prophets

Jackie Beat

Belong

Yellow Swans

Buffalo Killers

Grouper

plus more TBA

Friday, October 20, 6pm – ALL AGES WELCOME – $24

Tav Falco & the Unapproachable Panther Burns

Boris

Heartless Bastards

The Hidden Hand

Be Your Own Pet

Awesome Color

The Howling Hex

Charalambides

Tall Firs

plus more TBA

Sat., October 21, 3pm – ALL AGES WELCOME – $24

Sun Ra Arkestra

OM

Money Mark

White Magic

Six Organs of Admittance

Ruthann Friedman

Mia Doi Todd

Living Sisters (Inara George, Eleni Mandell & Becky Stark)

Josephine Foster

Residual Echoes

Future Pigeon

Noel Von Harmonson

plus a dance party DJed by The Numero Group

Sun., Oct. 22, 3pm – ALL AGES WELCOME – $24

Comets on Fire

The Fiery Furnaces

The Sharp Ease

Michael Hurley

Archie Bronson Outfit

The Nice Boys

SSM

The Colossal Yes

plus many many more TBA

Tickets are now online at 

ticketweb.com

type in “arthurnights” in the “Keyword” window in the Search box

Or use the link to the specific Ticketweb page available at

arthurmag.com

5. 3. ARTHUR MAGAZINE IN THE AUG. 15 BOSTON PHOENIX

http://www.thephoenix.com/article_ektid20235.aspx

The New New Age

The movement pulls away from the mainstream and gets apocalyptic

By: JAMES PARKER

..What most viscerally separates the New New Agers from the old is their crisp and eager apprehension of imminent system crash — what our inheritors, stumping for food in the poisoned mud flats, may well call The Great Unraveling. Take, for example, the words of eco-philosopher Derrick Jensen, author of Endgame, in a recent interview. Asked if he truly wants civilization as we know it to fall, Jensen responds: “If civilization had come down 200 years ago, the people who live here would still be able to support themselves. But if it comes down in another 30 years, 50 years, 60 years 

So even from the purely selfish human perspective, yeah, it would be good for civilization to end. The sooner this civilization goes, the better, because there’ll be MORE LEFT.”

Jensen gave this interview to Arthur magazine, a lavishly appointed free bimonthly out of LA whose columnists include Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore and media theorist Douglas Rushkoff. Since October 2002, Arthur’s editing/publishing team of Jay Babcock and Laris Kreslins has been busy streaming the revelations and imperatives of the New New Age into pop culture, where the kids can get at it. Arthur, called “the American counterculture’s answer to the New Yorker” by the London Guardian, has become the place where the ideas meet the music; where Jensen’s freefall apocalyptics can sit with total aptness beside a piece on nouveau hippie swooners Brightblack Morninglight. The same issue begins with a column about mint tea and ends with a list of “sensitive weapons” (e.g., shotgun shells taped to the end of a BB-gun barrel) for use when the grid collapses and Devendra Banhart fans are called upon to defend their homes and woolly hats.

Arthur has saturated itself in the ’60s, via features on the Weather Underground, the MC5, the 1967 March on the Pentagon, and also in the post-psychedelic slant of the music coverage. But there’s nothing regressive here. From the freaky folkers to the acid rockers, Arthur bands have their eyes on the advancing historical horizon: the same rumble of tribal disturbance is heard beneath the dragon-groan of SunnO))) and the fey, brilliant stylings of harpist/singer Joanna Newsom. A tastemaker and an advocate, Babcock has probably done more to promote and consolidate this intangible consensus than anybody else. He calls it [after Devendra Banhart]  “naturalismo”.

Daniel Pinchbeck used to write for Arthur, as (full disclosure) did I. I stopped because I could no longer afford to write for free; he — rather more nobly — was fired, after submitting a post-Katrina column in which various apocalyptic scenarios of military clampdown were hypothesized.

Babcock smelled “Art Bell–style” paranoia (referring to the conspiracy-mongering host of radio’s Coast to Coast AM), and wouldn’t print it; Pinchbeck recoiled, hurt. “I think Jay’s aiming more at the mainstream,” he says. “He wants his magazine to be the new Rolling Stone.”

What is beyond dispute is Babcock’s commitment to reaching “every generation of bohemian currently living.” “When we run a piece about the MC5,” he says by phone from LA, “it’s not just to educate the youth or to remind ourselves of something. It’s also to say to the original people: your work wasn’t forgotten, and maybe you should pay attention to the kids who are interested in what you did. I think they’re going to start to come back, the ones that went back to the land and just disconnected from contemporary culture for the last twenty years — and they’re gonna find that they have more in common with these kids in their teens and twenties than they do with their fellow retirees at this point. And I don’t even KNOW where that could lead.”

Babcock’s most recent and widely-broadcast prank was an interview showdown with Sully Erna, over the use of Godsmack music in Army-recruitment ads. Unimpressed with his own generation’s efforts at protest, he is trusting to demographics to get the job done: “By 2010 we’ll have a youth bubble, a huge population under 25. And they’ll be stronger, more willing to take risks, to cope with transformation — even to demand it. Who will be their leaders? What kind of culture are they going to inherit? So that’s part of what we’re doing — to try and preserve, elevate, incubate if you like, these ideas.”

The imminent crisis, the next initiatory level — Pinchbeck’s “prepared containers” and Babcock’s wised-up and transformation-ready youngsters. What the New New Agers all agree on is that change is not over there, but here: vast, cruelly accelerated, streaming with possibility. “I’m trying to define this transformative process,” says Pinchbeck, “but it’s already under way.” “Right now,” says Babcock, “we’re like the Beatniks of the Fifties — a little isolated, a little dispersed, driven a little crazy by the culture.

“But different, too. Because unlike the Beats, we have the benefit of knowing that the hippies are coming.”

Please join us if you can,

The Usual Gang of Arthur Idiots

Los Angeles, California