Léo Quiévreux’s Chameleon City recalls the inky pleasures of early Kaz, Charles Burns, or Max Andersson. Maybe this is that amalgam, vaguely European city I find myself dreaming in from time to time? Always changing, but undeniably familiar… Recently published in a Latvian magazine, Léo is happy to share this story with readers from other countries. His new book, La Prothèse HRZ, is available from Le Dernier Cri.
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'44 PRESIDENTS' by MZA & Maria Sputnik
Forty Four Presidents by MZA & Maria Sputnik. Pre-order now from Garrett County Press.
A brief illustrated history of the U.S. presidency told by the presidents themselves in the style favored by modern social networking web sites, Forty Four Presidents imagines 220 years of presidential succession pancaked into a single moment — documented simultaneously by each commander-in-chief in status updates designed for easy consumption by their Facebook friends. Each status update is accompanied by a jaunty, high-contrast profile picture intended to reflect something of the essential personality (and hotness) of the president.
Thomas Pynchon's South Bay Years
From Robby Herbst:

Anyone who’s been to Manhattan Beach anytime in the last 20 years or so will likely find little in common with Gordita Beach — the fictional locale of Thomas Pynchon’s universe, thought to be based on the beachfront community south of Los Angeles — but the few landmarks that remain are helpfully pointed out in these two pieces below.
Gordita Beach is the setting of Pynchon’s new stoner-noir, Inherent Vice, and also makes a brief appearance in Vineland, his 1990 novel set amidst the schizophrenics, hippies and rednecks of the Northern California redwoods. Though his whereabouts have usually been unknown over the course of his career, the famously reclusive writer lived in Manhattan Beach in 1969-70 while he was writing Gravity’s Rainbow, and in keeping with his near invisibility beyond the bookshelf, there’s little trace left of his presence, or the enclave of “paranoid dope-smokers, surfers and ‘stewardii'” of Inherent Vice.
The Daily Breeze did a compare and contrast piece on modern-day Manhattan and Gordita Beaches in its August 8, 2009 edition: Surprise! Most of the good bookstores are gone, it’s all overrun with horrible lawyers, the landmarks have been plastered over with Oliver Garden-inspired facades and hardly anybody remembers that one of the most significant literary works of the late 20th Century was written there:
But around the South Bay, the response has been more muted. Over the past few years the beach cities have lost their best independent bookstores – such as Either/Or Bookstore in Hermosa Beach, where Pynchon was alleged to be a customer – and Manhattan Beach has been slow to claim Pynchon as a local author.
“Manhattan Beach has a way of shoveling under that kind of countercultural history,” said Frost, whose extensive report on Pynchon’s local ties can be found at http://www.tinyurl.com/macb29. “He occupied a time in history that doesn’t get recorded very well in the South Bay.”
You can read the Breeze piece by clicking here or keep scrolling down to the bottom of our post.
For a more in-depth look at Pynchon’s South Bay years, we’ll refer you to the Garrison Frost history that The Breeze is talking about, originally published in 1999 in his journal of South Bay ephemera, The Aesthetic. Several amusing tidbits:
First and foremost, though, Pynchon was a writer, according to Hall. He was known to lock himself up in his apartment for days and weeks at a time while writing “Gravity’s Rainbow,” often going so far as to block out the windows with towels.
Guy recalled that, while doing research for the book, Pynchon translated an entire book of Russian history using only an English/Russian dictionary.
Perhaps the most interesting tale that Hall has regarding Pynchon is of their last meeting. It was around 1975 and he hadn’t seen the author since the two chatted at the counter at El Tarasco a couple of years earlier. By chance, Hall found himself back in Manhattan Beach and met Pynchon on the sidewalk near the Fractured Cow.
“I was walking down the street and he was walking toward me,” Hall said. “Our paths crossed right in front of a pay phone, our eyes met and we recognized each other. I asked how he was and at that moment the telephone rang. He looked at me and looked at the phone, then turned around and ran down the street, and I never saw him again.”
Click here to keep reading “Thomas Pynchon and the South Bay” at The Aesthetic’s website. And if you haven’t gotten a copy of Inherent Vice yet, Amazon’s currently offering a free download of the first chapter as PDF.
Read “Fictionalized Manhattan Beach comes to life in Pynchon novel” from The Daily Breeze after the jump …
Continue readingToday's Autonomedia Jublilee Saint – CHARLES FORT

August 9 – Charles Fort
Investigator of the paranormal. Poet of the damned.

August 9, 2009 HOLIDAYS AND FESTIVALS
China: FEAST OF THE MILKY WAY.
Gloucestershire, England: CRANHAM FEAST. Parade, feasting, bowling for pigs, coconut shying, dancing.
ALSO ON AUGUST 9 IN HISTORY…
1483 — Sistine Chapel first opens to public, St. Peter’s, Rome, Italy.
1874 — American paranormal chronicler Charles Fort born, Albany, New York.
'TOTEM PILL' by Marc Ngui
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjIFL0pcwjQ
Really digging this animation sent over by Marc Ngui (music is “The Grand Elixir” by Ocote Soul Sounds). Read more about the ideas and inspiration at Marc’s site:
Totem Pill is inspired by Robert Anton Wilson’s description of Timothy Leary’s Eight Circuit Model of Human Consciousness.
The model addresses the question of how and why the mind evolved into an organ of consciousness. Beginning with a single celled organism, each system of consciousness is created as an emergent phenomenon of the previous system in an ever more complex networking process, leading towards a godlike state existing in all time-space with the possibility of engaging with other time spaces. The model is a creation myth, a cosmic blueprint, and fertile territory for the imagination.
Today's Autonomedia Jubilee Saint – EMILIANO ZAPATA

August 8 – Emiliano Zapata
Heroic military figure in the first Mexican revolution.
August 8, 2009 HOLIDAYS AND FESTIVALS
Scotland: BURRYMAN FESTIVAL. A man in tight-knit suit and mask is cov-
ered from head to toe with burrs and strolls the streets of Linlithgow,
collecting tribute from housewives. No one knows why.
ALSO ON AUGUST 8 IN HISTORY…
1449 — Portuguese slaver Henry the Navigator delivers 6 ships of human cargo.
1876 — Thomas Alva Edison gets patent for mimeograph.
1879 — Revolutionary hero Emiliano Zapata born, Anenecuilco, Morelos, Mexico.
Sunburned Hand of the Man's "uniquely squelchy bottom end" music
Stream: [audio:href=’http://www.arthurmag.com/magpie/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/09-Serpents-Wish.mp3%5D
Download: Sunburned Hand of the Man — “Serpent’s Wish” (128kbps)
The above “punishingly rhythmic heart-punch” is taken from from Sunburned Hand of the Man’s No Magic Man, the band’s 2005 release on Arthur’s own Bastet imprint. The colorful quotes are from The Wire‘s review, which you can read in full down below.
Chambo the Arthur Vaultkeeper would like to chime in and say that it looks like there’s only about 150 of these suckers left, so click here to stop by the Arthur Store and get your copy before this second edition is sold out …
Sayeth The Wire:
“We’ve got the closest thing to a high fidelity release here from the confirmed kings of the under-the-counter-culture, Sunburned Hand Of The Man. No Magic Man comes courtesy of Arthur magazine’s new audio imprint and it bundles a selection of some of Sunburned’s most punishingly rhythmic heart-punches to date. There are pieces here that sound like Pete Cosey-era Miles cut up with Lhasa street song and stand-up stonerskits, while others make out like the logical Heavy Metal extension of Tony Williams’ experiments with electricity as part of Lifetime alongside guitarist John McLaughlin and organist Larry Young. Guitarist Marc Orleans can generate kandy korn cartwheels as well as The Magic Band’s Jeff Cotton and combined with Rob Thomas’s bass, the two provide a steam-rolling backline that various drummers — John Moloney, Phil Franklin — work to bolster and undermine. Much of No Magic Man is possessed of a uniquely squelchy analog bottom end and between tracks there are some wowing cut-ups from various found sources that add a beautiful veneer of mystic shit to the already precariously dosed proceedings.”
— David Keenan, The Wire (May 2005)
It’s 2009. Do you know what Sunburned Hand of the Man is doing? Go here — http://www.myspace.com/sunburnedhandoftheman — to find out.
'ENSIGN SMURF' pt. 1 by Stanley Lieber
Stanley Lieber is a comics factory, a house of ideas, a bullpen bullet, a Herzog documentary. His 21st century comic, Massive Fictions, peers unflinchingly into Prince’s vaults and returns with maps of the sun. You can download MF at his site. He’s compiling a comics anthology called FAKE which may contain the secrets of the internet’s true birthday. FAKE also includes work by fellow artist, Pete Toms, who did the colors for Ensign Smurf pt. 1, which you are about to read. Here’s part 2!
Today's Autonomedia Jubilee Saint – ELIZABETH GURLEY FLYNN

Egypt: FEAST OF ‘AUT-YEB, Personification of Female Joy.
ALSO ON AUGUST 7 IN HISTORY…
1890 — “Rebel Girl” Elizabeth Gurley Flynn born, Concord, New Hampshire.
1958 — Emilia Newcomb spontaneously combusts, walking to a party.
1959 — Explorer VI sends back first picture of Earth from space.
1978 — Love Canal, upstate New York, declared toxic disaster area.
1791 — Slave uprising leads to revolution in Haiti.
1809 — American utopianist Albert Brisbane born, Batavia, New York.
1908 — Anarchist photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson born, Chanteloup, France.
1948 — Black American griot poet Sekou Sundiata born, Harlem, New York City.
2006 — International Astronomical Union demotes Pluto from “planet” status.
Excerpted from The 2009 Autonomedia Calendar of Jubilee Saints: Radical Heroes for the New Millennium by James Koehnline and the Autonomedia Collective
Heavy "Primal Dead" from October 12, 1968
In keeping with the Grateful Dead thread that happily resurfaces every so often here on Arthur, I’m offering up one of the heaviest bootlegs in my collection: A soundboard recording of October 12, 1968 at the Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco. It’s a show that came up in our “Listen to the Dead” story from 2005, and it’s my favorite single-disc representation of how monstrously weird this band used to be. Legendary taper Dick “Picks” Latvala is quoted on Deadlists saying that this is among his favorite performances, calling it “primal Dead.”
It’s a short show by Dead standards — just about 80 minutes — comprised entirely of CRUSHING jams. No folky “Sugar Magnolia” sing-a-long first set, not much noodly Phish bullshit and almost no sign of the gentle rainbow twirly groovin’ bear nonsense. Instead it’s near ambient passages that slowly gather speed and intensity before exploding into massive psychedelic earthquakes of rhythm that leave aftershocks of cosmic guitar lines shimmering through the air. This is the fearsome and messy STEAL YOUR FACE sound that people who compare the Dead to Royal Trux or Comets on Fire are talking about. A Dead show where you can see why Greg Ginn and the Black Flag dudes were into these guys.
Check the annotated setlist below. FYI the “>” is taper shorthand for songs joined together by “a defined jam or contiguous transition” so you get the idea how loose things get:
Set One (1) [0:23] % (2) [0:37] ; Dark Star [14:53] > Saint Stephen [4:51] > The Eleven [9:58] > Death Don’t Have No Mercy [7:#52] ; (3) [0:31]
Set Two Cryptical Envelopment [#1:28] > Drums [0:10] > The Other One [7:08] > Cryptical Envelopment [8:30] > New Potato Caboose [3:28] > Jam [3:11] > Drums (4) [1:35] > Jam (5) [7:12] > Feedback [7:15#]
A couple notes: Some Deadheads like to talk about how maybe Jimi Hendrix was hanging out in the wings during the show. As rumor has it he snubbed the band’s invite to check ’em out the night before — there was this girl and she had some acid and yadda yadda — and so they failed to invite him on to jam or something. Who knows if it’s true, but like the shows these guys played with the Allman Bros later in the ’70s, it’s fun to imagine such a ridiculous gathering of guitar avatars in one place.
People also complain about somebody who is just cold goin’ bananas with some kinda wood-stick percussion thing on “Dark Star,” all “ritzy-rit-ritzy-rit” outta rhythm with the rest of the band from time to time. Whoever it is walks up to a mic at some point and it gets really annoying in the front of your speakers for about 25 seconds but then it fades out, so just chill about that. It’s also a show where beloved keyboard slob Pigpen is not on stage — probably off getting wasted with Janis or something. Good for him!
You can stream the show over at Archive.org, or download it by clicking below.
The Grateful Dead – Avalon Ballroom, San Francisco, CA – 1968-10-12 (320kbps)
More Dead on Arthur after the jump …




