Christ rebecca - is life really that bad that these are the most likely eventualities left to you?
I do give a shit - but like all humans i guess i am guilty of being selective as to what i give a shit about!
I care about nature, i care about my friends, i am passionate about art poetry and the beautiful things in life which these days are forgotten by those who would rather vegetate in from of the television feeding their useless brains on reality tv and soaps!
The girl was to finally know of her past, her purpose and to meet the next chapter of her life in the next few moments. The clouds above Shelly were growing dark and thick. Electric bolts were charging through the sky. The birds in the sky were flying quickly away from this point in the world, land animals were scampering away as fast as they could, seeking shelter or any refuge they could. She started getting nervous, a strange feeling flooding her body. Though this wasn't of fear, unlike the
The boy had, of late, been left for longer and longer periods of time to his own devices, the boy had come to realize that not all was well in the world and a time of great change was approaching, Death had been busy with Earthly matters and was growing increasingly enraged with mankind, the boy had learned of the world, the balance of all things, life and death, light and dark, necessary changes, but only changes and not an end, mankind was being led away from the balance, no more did man co
I have this past weekend been greated with approval of my tatt {luckily the manager in question was not on this weekend lol} and found out alot of my co workers are also tattoed.
dont feel quite the outsider anymore which is cool....
but yes they where giving me funny looks when I walked back from tatt parlour but I did have blood and ink alover under the clinfilm may not have looked pretty lol...
HEY, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BLOG? THE MUSIC WENT UP, BUT NO TEXT! ANYWAY, HERE ARE MY WORDS OF WISDOM...
Hey, hey, hey, hellions! Are you ready for another ear bashing? Unfortunately, I’m really busy with magazine stuff today, so I’ll have to let the music speak for itself.
It’s a weird, WEIRD song by a lady called Congress-Woman Malinda Jackson Parker, called ‘Cousin Mosquito #1’. Normally, I like to craft beautifully-constructed paragraphs about the strange people I feature in my Music Club, but this week – to save time – I’ll have to give you a few notes instead. But please go online and do your own research – you’ll have fun finding out more about Malinda! With luck, normal service will be resumed next week.
Beast wishes
Dr Blackthorn
* Also known as ‘Ma Parker’, Congress-Woman Malinda Jackson Parker hailed from the west African country of Liberia.
* She sang, wrote and published her own songs, and reportedly self-released three albums.
* Her music has been described as “revamped folk songs that address cultural concerns with a free-wheeling, half-sung, half-narrated storytelling style”. In other words, it’s just plain nuts.
* By all accounts, even though she sounds terrifying on record, Melinda was a kind, generous woman who always had a bag of sweets on hand to keep the local kids happy. Aww!
* She also recorded a song called ‘Chicken Is Nice With Palm Butter’
* “Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin! Cousin!” (Listen to the song and you’ll see what I mean…)
yeah america sucks in so meny ways but there is good things about it too try to stay focused on the positive things and and you will find more of them every day that being said hoorah to FUCK
Hello, you. Back for another aural assault? You really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?
Song Poems are a topic I’ll doubtless return to again and again in this blog as they’re such a rich vein of weirdness. And if you haven’t come across the delights of Song Poems before, beware – if you dig this stuff, you’ll dedicate the rest of you life to searching for more. And more. And more…
Song Poems are borne from the scrappy little classified adverts that often appear at the back of American magazines and comics, which encourage readers to send in their lyrics or poems for an ‘appraisal’ of whether they’re potential chart hits or not. Of course, the people who place these ads run two-bit recording studios in the arse-end of nowhere, and will happily proclaim any lyrics they’re sent as ‘sure-fire hits’, and offer to help the writer on their way to stardom. For a price, of course.
For around $300, people can have their lyrics set to music and a CD single produced to professional standards. Incredibly, though, most of the songs are recorded and the CDs pressed in less than an hour, singers often sight-reading the lyrics in the studio while musicians make up the music as they go along. And even though the original adverts claim they offer customers guaranteed chart success, even though thousands of Song Poems have been recorded since the 1950s, not a single one has been a hit.
I could write about Song Poems all day, but you’d be bored in a couple of paragraphs. Instead, make sure to check out the INCREDIBLE documentary ‘Off The Charts’, which interviews many of the people who’ve paid to have their lyrics turned into Song Poems, and the people who record them. Seriously, if you love music, you’ll adore ‘Off The Charts’.
To give you a taste of the sheer nuttiness of Song Poems, I’ve uploaded a couple of my favourites. If you like them, stay tuned for more in the coming months.
It’s time to straighten your tie, smooth your fringe, say goodbye to your loved ones and sneak a peek through the psychedelic keyhole… if you dare! Welcome once again to Dr Blackthorn’s Music Club.
This week I’ve chosen a track by a band that many of you will have already heard of; in fact, this group are the nearest thing to superstars in the hidden world of outsider music. And if you haven’t heard The Shaggs before, by God you’re in for a treat today!
A trio of pig-ugly hayseeds from a remote backwater in Fremont, New Hampshire, Dorothy, Betty and Helen Wiggin unwittingly created one of the most influential albums in the history of underground music.
Under strict orders from their abusive father – who thought he’d make millions by turning his daughters into rock’n’roll stars – the three sisters were pulled out of high school and subjected to vigorous voice and music lessons, before being shoved into a recording studio in 1969. However, as they’d never seen a live band in their lives – and having only heard rock music on their crackly transistor radio – the sisters recorded an album with no sense of rhythm or melody, a dozen songs that actually sound as if they’re being played backwards, and at the wrong speed. Underwater! But despite being possibly the worst album ever made, ‘Philosophy Of The World’ has bewitched a generation of avant-garde stars with its guileless, innocent charm – an album that’s 100 per cent sincere in its intentions, but has normal folk writhing on the floor in paroxysms of laughter.
Although ‘Philosophy…’ was lost for over a decade (1,000 copies were pressed but 900 mysteriously disappeared, the remaining copies never leaving the New Hampshire borders), Frank Zappa named it as one of his favourite albums in a 1976 ‘Playboy’ interview, introducing The Shaggs to a brand new audience. Since its reissue in 1980, the album has been called one of the ‘100 most influential alternative releases of all time’ by ‘Rolling Stone’.
The sisters are still alive and well. The Shaggs disbanded after their father died in 1975, but in 2001 the sisters signed a deal with Artisan Entertainment to develop a movie based on their life story – at one stage, Tom Cruise was rumoured to be involved – but the project has since stalled. However, having been cited as a major influence by Kurt Cobain, Sonic Youth and dozens of other alternative rockers, The Shaggs’ place in music history is guaranteed.
Anyway, here’s my favourite Shaggs’ track, ‘My Pal Foot Foot’, which is about their pet dog. The full album is available now on RCA via Amazon and the rest. What are you waiting for? Go and grab it!
Ah, my dear fiends! Gather close for another instalment of Dr Blackthorn’s Music Club.
Apologies for not posting this yesterday, but Team Bizarre went on a daytrip to try the new Saw ride at Thorpe Park and the BLOODY THING WAS BROKEN! What a pain in the rectum and a complete waste of time and money. But we went to the pub and got pissed instead. And after a nice nap when I got home, it suddenly came to me which piece of music I was going to treat you with this week.
What I love about outsider music is its sincerity. While comedians will work incredibly hard to make novelty records sound funny, what’s most charming about a classic outsider release is how it takes itself completely seriously, and the only people who can’t see how nutty it is are the folk who made it. And the intro to this song – where the artist talks about their opus in such grand and serious terms – always makes me giggle, especially when you hear the song he’s talking about.
For more on this week’s choice cut – ‘Symphony Of The Birds, Second Movement’ by Jim Fassett – let me hand you over to my good friend Erik Lindgren, whose Arf! Arf! record label (Arfarfrecords.com) brought this song to my attention on the sublime ‘Only In America: Volume 2’ compilation…
“Before sampling technology, God created ‘musique concrete’, which was the art of recording real world sounds on tape and manipulating them by speeding them up, slowing them down, playing them backwards or treating them with effects. Serious composers such as Stockhausen and Varese created a totally new aesthetic with this technique. But while the avant-garde explored this new technology, it also filtered down to the commercial market, which eventually ushered in the kooky era of the Singing Dogs and David Seville’s Chipmunk Trio.
"Jim Fassett’s ‘Symphony Of The Birds’ bridges these two worlds and the results are unintentionally hilarious. Fassett’s weird three-movement masterpiece incorporates all the compositional techniques of a Baroque work, but the end result comes off sounding like JS Bach gone haywire. The album’s liner notes attest to the fact that this ‘very long and tedious process’ on piecing little bits of quarter-inch audio tape produced this ‘unique creation’ which ‘utilises the songs of birds and only the songs of birds’.
"Professionally, Fassett was the musical director of CBS Radio and a spokesperson for the New York Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra broadcasts from Carnegie Hall. Once can only surmise what his regular radio audience thought when the premier of ‘Symphony Of The Birds’ was broadcast on one of his weekly Sunday afternoon programmes.”
Thanks, Erik. So now you know what it’s all about, what are you waiting for? Click play and start laughing!
Another Thursday, another Dr Blackthorn’s Music Club. But this week things are getting a little filthier...
This week’s cut is the uncensored second version of Lucille Bogan’s ‘Shave ’Em Dry’, which was released in 1935. The quality of this recording isn’t great, but this crackly MP3 is still more than enough to get a handle on Bogan’s shocking lyrics, incredible voice and warm sense of humour.
Lucille Bogan was among the first blues artists to be recorded – she was certainly the first black artist to be recorded outside New York and Chicago – and was famous for writing songs that dealt with notorious outsider subjects such as sex, lesbianism, prostitution and booze. And even though her songs are now almost a century old, they still continue to raise eyebrows. Here’s a sample lyric from ‘Shave ’Em Dry’:
“I’ve got nipples on my titties as big as the end of my thumb, and something ’tween my legs that would make a dead man come… Your nuts hang down like a damn bell sapple and your dicks stands up like a steeple; your goddamn asshole stands open like a church door and the crabs walks in like people…”
Not surprisingly, most of Bogan’s songs were performed in after-hours adults clubs back in the day, and even modern blues clubs in the US still think twice before playing ‘Shave ’Em Dry’ in front of a paying audience!
If you want to hear more vintage songs about sex, check out the superb Buzzola compilations ‘Sugar In My Bowl’ and ‘Ride Daddy Ride’. Even though old-style blues and jazz may not be your cup of tea, it’s still amazing to hear songs that are almost 100 years old and deal with shagging in such an honest and frank manner, songs that make many of today’s supposedly edgy rap and R&B sex songs seem like nursery rhymes.
I like where I'm at the cultural experience has been fucking great. I'm a quike learner and every one has been outstanding in the help they offer. The simple things in life like a great burb a good beer and the way a woman smells are the only things you get in life and this has been one fuckin great simple thing.
you feel like an outsider? i live in england (the north bit) and most of the people i work with come from the next town over and we dont even agree on the meanings of half the things i say!!!!!
