Saturday, January 31, 2015

Meet luckyyou, QueerPoet, iloveoldguys, SpookyGhoul, and DC's other select international male slaves for the month of January 2015


germanteenslave4blkafricanjail, 24
i am a dirty white boy slave who needs an unscrupulous evil guy who has the power to let me vanish without a trace in one of the remaining prisons in rural black Africa where hundreds of black tribe boys are kept in naked custody like in the 18th century in filthy gloomy dungeons crowded together in hundreds.

A jail that is a dominion of sexual darkness where i will be condemned to be made the humiliated helpless victim in the orgy of naked massrape that takes place every night, where i will be hanged on my wrists or tied up on my back or simply get dragged to the ground where hundreds of those hot black boys spread my legs and make sodomy-sex in my ass and ejaculate in my mouth all night until it is burned into my flesh that from now on i am born to live as the meat for heavy sexual black boys to commit perverted sex crime on me every coming day of my life with no chance 2 escape to escape ever again...

will also serve 4 slim or muscled huge-dicked black rapemaster who imprisons me stripped in old cellar in old ironchains with shakles with on my wrists and ankles and lets me abuse their by hordes of cruel street boys or who keeps me naked in a huge farm or mine facility for the black workers and im also ready to be used for the production of underground rapesexporn in black africa (nigeria, ghana, sierra leone, liberia, and so on) until there is nothing left that anyone wants to do with me whence i will be deported into jail with no return or murdered during the production of underground black africa snuffporn.


KidofDevil, 23
I was a bisex, my hobby is listening to music, height 171 cm, I was not looking and I also do not sweet but I will make you excited.

In control all the time, high stress job; crave zero limits anything goes rape use burn carve mods.

You must have shaved head beard stache.

You can be a little bit fat but not that fat.

I prefer ltr but whatever works.


leave_me_alone, 19
I want a master to give me a long voice-rape and voice-torture and teasing my boy cock only with his words, never touching me, controlling and using and destroying my body with his words, degrading me, making me cry at my own worthlessness and give up hope, confusing and exhausting me verbally, mentally, and emotionally, making me achieve my long fantasy of cumming handsfree. I pray just hearing my master's words telling me to cum will be enough, one day...


boy012910, 22
I'm looking to be someone's sub boy. Preferably live-in. I would also do all the grocery and toiletry shopping for the house. I will require that I continue chasing my dream career of becoming a successful novelist.

I have both ADD and high level anxiety. This means I can be hyperfocused or all over the place. I do my best to manage, but I only ask that you be patient with me. The anxiety comes out most in social situations. I often think that even my closest friends might find me annoying or exhausting. Again, I'm pretty good at controlling this, but it can wear me out easily. But I can throw an amazing dinner party.


Dantefuckedmeinhell, 21
I am a slave from Lisbon with an appetite for interacting on global issues as it concerns our corporate and social existence. I can be your toy when respect is shown for my warranty conditions and instructions for use. To summarize, slavery and its related activities for me is better experienced than explained.


iloveoldguys, 19
I want be owned want be a slave that all i shrivel on i don't wanna be relised i want to be a slave

I am comg frm poor family my situations make me as a slave i want want room for live

I will do anything to be a slave for life even xplore gay love i ain't got a passport

I can be blown off let it fly participate in rush hour traffic or SM i nymphoboy enjoys it formally

English by google translate


deviouscreature, 22
I'm hetero boy recently just got into the kink of being a fag. Love being called one and lying that I am. I'll even spread my cheeks and you can use me and take pics of me moaning and smiling like a fag (: would be awesome.

Honestly, about me, I'm a huge nerd. What can I say, I'm into stuff like card games and video games, sue me.

Ultimately I'm looking for a guy with big dick, which will castrate me and take me to live with him as a fag in India. I am from Ukraine.


Spookyghoul, 19
I have deep desires to be taken and kept as a total torture prisoner, no rights, no way out. I seek a life of rape, torture, forced extreme surgeries, maiming, brain damage, and sentenced to a hard core death in electric chair once sir is done.

(Being brutally honest, I'm quite a confident guy but I overthink things and always get caught up in my head when it comes to actually doing something about it.)

I will be at the Dallas Fortworth airport on January 26th.


toy_of_fate, 21
my name is nick and today could be the night u will never forget. i love to get beat up choke fuck hard by People to have adventures makes me happy! i love to get the fuck beat out of me then breed me piss on me by People after 30's yo! can be at any position based on the requirement and stranded.

since im in the field of the slave all the street beggars are strictly prohibited as they may get infected and harm to someone. i hope u all got the point of my hinting, but for those who is still want to be in clear cut so i would like to them my hint is related for those who is affecting contagious disease like HIV( AIDS) please keep away from me.


Debussy, 18
Im 18 old boy. Im not slave, Im not prostitute.
Im wanna to meet for now with someone for fast money.
I go back 14.01 to my home far away from Dusseldorf and I wanna get money.
Im looking for a what ever job you have to offer, a real job or as a sexual proposition is to discus about.
Im looking for a ordinary friends with money too.
I can be fuck, suck you dick. I guess you can hit me. ): I can even be a tranny. Give me all your cum. Hit me. ): Tranny with fake titties and soft dick or no titties and hard dick.
I just want money fast!!! Come take me tonight and start experminating on me.
Or leave me the fag boy I am now and fuck me.
Please guys, help me with get some money!!!


cutedrunkmeat, 19
I want to watch my boyfriend get beaten up, tortured, raped, fisted and worse by another guy. Very violent and unsafe only. Lengthier the attack the better. He'll be too drunk at the time to put up much of a struggle. He's always very drunk. The age and photos are his. I'm 30 years his senior. Discreet. New to this so bare with me. There's an extremely good reason why this needs to happen to him but I prefer to share that in private. Even though he has no idea this is coming, I would prefer to find someone his type. Which would be from late 40s to 60s.


nasty_boy, 22
Looking 4 fun? Very 100% bottom slut boy from tokyo here. i am looking gud. big dildos, vibrators, toys, fist, cum, .. Own playroom. It`s writen in the profile what I do. Read the fucking profile! 3 lines!


QueerPoet, 23
I'm slavery positive; that is, I'm not ashamed that I like being a slave and I won't be around any shaming. I'm finding people who are about mutual upliftment in all regards, including the inherent goodness of rough sex and all the beautiful slaves in the world.

And potential masters need to know that I am passionate about peace, justice and ecology. I don't care if my master(s) is/are, but I will need a mutual exchange of loving support as I play amid my books and music, advancing my happiness and a world of peace simultaneously. Masters of mine must be ready to lovingly interact with people of various abilities and ethnicities and immigration statuses.

Soon I will live off the income of my poetry and have a center for yoga and natural cooking. The latter will provide education and loving spaces to everyone, especially the very young and the very old.


4sale, 18
i like to make you fell evil
you will not have what to lose
the only condition to ask is no fire


kitten, 21
Just a dorky soccer guy XD Just started college :3 I'm gay, I like anything extreme as long as I am the bottom, and nothing is off limit.

Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me :3 That's how I look at it. I want to be used and abused, to the fullest and even fatal extent if that happens :D

Now, lets get something straight! :O I love the idea of being a slave for life, snuffed, whatever, but like don't expect me to do your chores XD I can cook (badly) but I'm not cleaning or anything, lazy people! :3


Moper, 20
You can do anything you want to me, I don't care if you are 18 or 88, hot or not, but I have to warn you I'll be really mopey when you do.


neednewmasterasap, 20
I'm ♥just a boy ♥who fear God for He's my Father and my creator
My pussy is still vergin but am ready to give that for time being only
I'm so simpla and crasy but in the same time, i am special

I'm a fucking terminator who wanna be fucked and then sleep 3 days after
You like use and fling young passive defenseless pussy?
My pussy only for guys not stupid and not people who dont wanna do nathing

Photos/videos so that the pussy is a souvenir of your weekend in Berlin!


luckyyou, 23
love is my life. don't leave away from me.

what am i.




TreeBound, 24
bounded naked to a tree


Iamsimple, 18
I am a submissve greedy teen fistpig living in the Hague,..
I am the yungest cutest sleezy fisting btm in the world that I know of,.
I have had FF since age 14 by my self, boys, men, girls,women and my ass can be stretched to crazy unbelievable,...
Also my ass hole can be fisted deep, you will not believe how deep you go,..
Be prepared becuase you mightfroget even your name when your arm is in my tight and smooth little ass all of it, ...
I have been Chemsfr also since 12, I don't get hard any more so no cum is possible from me & my mind is simple so no conversations,..


Permanentdisposal, 22
Boy seeking to trow its life away for a very extreme Master.

Those who live in an isolated place with an isolated basement/room to keep me stored away forever so that i may never see daylight again.

Hooded, blind, deaf, and cocooned in so many layers of rubber that it can't move an inch.

If the owner ever gets tired of me, it can just plug the holes of my hood and masturbate as i suffocate to death.

I don't have money to offer, but i do live in my car so i can definitly relocate.

I have no friends or relatives and am not subscribed to any community as i always move places. No will miss me... So take me.


p.s. Hey. So, the internet and almost all of the electricity/power has been out here in the Recollets since last night for unknown reasons, and I'm using my phone's Personal Hotspot to do this p.s., and, since my PH is cranky and tends to conk out on me, I'll be moving swiftly-ish to try to get this done before I'm exiled. ** David Ehrenstein, I remember you saying that about Ken Weaver. Cool. I didn't know that about the Sonbert film. The Autosalvage record is really terrific and overlooked. If I could shape shift with you, and if there were time machines, I'd gladly drop you into my past at those randy Brainard moments. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Spex Pistols, ha ha, nice combo of clever and dumb. Are the new frames a noteable or even radical change from your current ones? I anxiously await the deluge. ** Sypha, Oh, yeah, I can see the problems there. My snow experiences are of a nature whereby the only darkish downside I ever foresee is soggy socks. There's something spooky about the idea of Far Right types reading books. But then that Huckabee isn't much of a book, I guess. ** Keaton, Thank you for the hoodie history. I did not know that. Hoodies would maybe be my look if they came in organic, and, wait, they do, and if a guy my age wearing a hoodie wasn't just sad to see. I won't tell anyone. 20 boys, wow, sure, all the luck to you. Law of averages says there's got to be at least one perfect dude in amongst them. Love back! ** Cal Graves, Hi. Cool, glad you like Vanilla Fudge. They were intense. And 'The Beat Goes On' is one of the craziest albums ever. Weird about gmail. You could try just sending me a super simple email with a 'hello' in it, and I could respond, and that might open the doors for sending the post? Today's question. Gosh, this is the most boring answer ever, but since 'The Velvet Underground and Nico' album is probably the most important rock album ever made, I might choose that just to watch history being inadvertently made. What's your choice? ** Dungan, Sean! Thanks, man! It's kind of nuts how incredibly up to date Silver Apples still sound. I have to figure out the LA dates soonish. Maybe I can find someone who knows stuff about film post-production to estimate how long that process is likely to take. That's the hold up, planning-wise. Yeah, an actual feature film! I haven't said too much about the film itself because there's kind of a lockdown about that right now, but, once it's finished, the word starts going out, and hopefully I can talk it up and show some stills and stuff then. Thank you! Really great to see you, man! Love to you and to everybody in reach. ** Gary gray, I love you being around when those posts pop up too. I feel like I've heard of Witch Hazel, but that name is one of those names that forces resemblances. Moody hair is a sterling choice. I mean, I can't even think a moody haircut that isn't powerful. I feel like I'm building a car too, how weird. Paris is pretty all right. Not too shabby at all. ** Steevee, Hi. East Coast Psych was much more esoteric and brainy as a general rule. Other than some blippy hits, it was pretty underground even at the time. If you want to check something out, I highly recommend giving a listen to the Cromagnon album. It's pretty amazing and crazy and singular, and it was incredibly ahead of its time. That article you linked to looks interesting. I'll check it. Everyone, here's Steevee with a good tip: 'An interesting piece by Richard Brody on the failed careers of female filmmakers like Elaine May and how critics could've helped them.I'm not sure it's our job to be mentors, but I have the feeling that if May were a dude, she would've been able to make at least 1 or 2 films post-ISHTAR.' ** Schlix, Hi, Uli. Yeah, with exceptions, I think the best East Coast Psych holds up a lot better than most of the West Coast stuff. I think because it was more deliberately art in a lot of cases. I saw some live clips of Silver Apples, and it looked really genial, which made me not want to see them, although I don't know what I was imagining. Glad you liked Showroomdummies. I saw Pita play his first live gig in 6 years last night at this cool art/music venue here, and he killed it. Oh, the Black Forest! Never having been there, that name conjures up so much whirly mystical scary imagery that is surely way, way over the top, but still. Have big fun there!  ** Misanthrope, The parameters of what constitutes plausibility have become so immensely spread wide apart in the last years. Theoretically, the internet seems like it would have scrunched what's plausible, but it's the opposite, which, now that I think more about it, makes perfect sense, so never mind. Oh, God, the stuff with LPS's mom. She is such a reality show on wheels. Ugh. Is LPS old enough to legally emancipate himself from her? God knows he has a locked down case to do that. ** Bill, Hi. I know, the past has been worming up into the blog inordinately this week. I don't know what's up. Well, I would offer you the same body-changing, time traveling deal I offered Mr. E, if I could. Your LIES/ISLE piece is super great! Kudos! ** Jonathan, Buddy boy! I know, we got some solid real world time in this week, and that's been pleasure central. Ultimate Spinach are really charming, but you have to deal with some ultra-wack 60s lyrics and poetry, which, if you're in the right mood, is a frown turned upside down. To wit, and I can't believe I remember this from memory: 'Collapsed laughter / running falling slipping across the mind field of your thoughts / Dissolved / Wondering who am I? / Why should I be alone ... alone?' How's dem apples? Bon-est weekend to you, pal! ** It looks I made it. Luck of the draw means you get a whole weekend filled with a poet-like slaves. Enjoy them. See you on Monday.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Gig #71: East Coast Psychedelic '66 - '69: The Fallen Angels, The Godz, Ultimate Spinach, Nazz, The Freeborne, The Fugs, The Blues Magoos, Cromagnon, Vanilla Fudge, Lothar and the Hand People, The Others, Pearls Before Swine, The Beacon Street Union, Autosalvage, Silver Apples

The Fallen Angels I'll Drive You From My Mind
'The Fallen Angels hailed from Washington DC, an area that in the mid 60's, was a breeding ground for rock bands and where such artists as Jim Morrison (Doors), Roy Buchanan, Mama Cass Elliot, EmmyLou Harris and many more got their start. The Fallen Angels were formed in 1966 and recorded two LPs for the Roulette label. Both of the albums have been re-released on separate CD's as The Roulette Masters Parts 1 & 2. The music of the Fallen Angels was aimed for a pop audience as the label was trying to repeat the success of it's major act, Tommy James and The Shondells. It proved that The Fallen Angels were much too "far out" for the commercial radio audience and despite good sales of the first album, the band was dropped by their label after recording a second album entitled Its A Long Way Down. Both album remain prime examples of psychedelic pop music which many band's in the late 90's are trying to copy.' -- Keith Pettipas

The Godz Radar Eyes, Soon the Moon, Permanent Green Light
'Few bands in the annals of rock & roll were stranger than the New York City-based Godz. Recording for the wonderfully idiosyncratic ESP-DISK label from the mid-'60s until the early '70s, the Godz coughed up some of the strangest, most dissonant, purposely incompetent rock noise ever produced. Part of the Lower East Side scene that produced post-Beat avant-hippie rockers/ performance artists the Fugs and the Holy Modal Rounders, as well as honest-to-God beat performers like Allen Ginsberg, the Godz recorded the most extreme music while being secretive about themselves. As the late critic Lester Bangs noted in an essay in Creem in 1971, the Godz "...are a pure test of one of the supreme traditions of rock & roll: the process by which a musical band can evolve from beginnings of almost insulting illiteracy to wind up several albums later romping and stomping deft as champs."' -- allmusic

Ultimate Spinach Ballad of The Hip Dead Goddess
'Ian Bruce-Douglas was in the wrong place at the wrong time - Boston, 1968, just in time for one of the biggest PR disasters in the history of the music business. The debacle was called "Bosstown" or the "Boston Sound," and Bruce-Douglas's band Ultimate Spinach was the major casualty. Conceived by producer-arranger Alan Lorber, the Boston Sound was an attempt to promote several Boston bands simultaneously, for the sake of efficiency and momentum. MGM Records liked the idea and released the debut albums of Ultimate Spinach, the Beacon Street Union, and Orpheus in early 1968, all promoted as the first wave of a new "Boston Sound" movement. MGM called it "the sound heard 'round the world." Rolling Stone's review by Jon Landau said the sound was "kerplop." In castigating the MGM albums, Landau presented what quickly became the Final Word on the subject: there was no Boston rock scene; the Boston Sound was pure hype; the bands weren't very good; the music was "derivative." In retrospect, it's clear that Ultimate Spinach deserved a much better fate. The Bosstown hype was not their idea, and their records are some of the best psychedelic music available then or now. Their brief time in the spotlight brought them not well-earned glory but unexpected trauma, which fractured an already-fragile band.'-- Terrascope

Nazz Open My Eyes
'Nazz was an incredibly under-recognized British influenced mod-psych band from Philadelphia that formed in 1967 and remained together for only a few short years. For the time, their music was highly original and still holds up very well to this day. Original members included Robert "Stewkey" Antoni (vocals, keyboards), Thom Mooney (drums), Carson Van Osten (bass) and future rock star Todd Rundgren (guitar). It should be noted that many now consider the Nazz to have had one of the best rhythm sections in sixties rock and Mooney's excellent drum styling has been closely compared to Keith Moon of the Who. Nazz played their first concert in July, 1967, opening for the Doors. By September of that year, the group had received some financial support from a local record store, which also put them in touch with John Kurland, a record promoter who was looking for a guitar-pop band. Kurland took a liking to the Nazz and signed on as their manager. Unfortunately, he and his associate, Michael Friedman, prevented the band from gigging regularly, believing that a lack of performances would increase demand for the group. The managers were also convinced that the Nazz could be marketed as a sharp, stylish boy-band for the teenybopper audience, and helped the quartet refashion themselves in that mode.' -- collaged

The Freeborne A New Song For Orestes
'This obscure late-’60s band was typical of many young Boston groups of the era in their eclectic blend of psychedelic influences, with a sound heavy on electric keyboards and wailing guitar. Their sole album, 1967’s Peak Impression, was heavy on minor melodies and haunting harmonies, and a little unusual for the time in its wide array of instruments (all played by the band), including cello, recorder, harpsichord, and trumpet in addition to the standard guitars, keyboard, bass, and drum. The record was reissued on CD by Distortions more than 30 years later. The flaws of the album are that there aren't outstanding songs, and that the mood shifts seem more like an attempt to be as eclectic as possible than they do like genuinely well-thought-out compositional statements. The overall spacey, haunting feel of the record sometimes verges on self-conscious creepiness.' -- collaged

The Fugs Crystal Liaison
'Arguably the first underground rock group of all time, the Fugs formed at the Peace Eye bookstore in New York's East Village in late 1964. The nucleus of the band throughout its many personnel changes was Peace Eye owner Ed Sanders and fellow poet Tuli Kupferberg. Sanders and Kupferberg had strong ties to the beat literary scene, but charged, in the manner of their friend Allen Ginsberg, full steam ahead into the maelstrom of '60s political involvement and psychedelia. Starting on the legendary avant-garde ESP label, the Fugs' debut was full of equal amounts of chaos and charm, but their songwriting and instrumental chops improved surprisingly quickly, resulting in a second album that was undoubtedly the most shocking and satirical recording ever to grace the Top 100 when it was released. After cutting an unreleased album for Atlantic, they moved on to Frank Sinatra's Reprise label, unleashing a few more albums of equally satirical material that were more instrumentally polished, but equally scathing lyrically. By breaking lyrical taboos of popular music, they helped pave the way for the even more innovative outrage of the Mothers of Invention, the Velvet Underground, and others.' -- collaged

Blues Magoos Pipe Dream
'A Bronx-based quintet, the Blues Magoos were formed in 1964 and were originally known as the Trenchcoats before changing their name to the Bloos Magoos and then subsequently adopting the more conventional spelling as they became fixtures on the Greenwich Village club scene. In 1966, after an intense makeover and a marketing blitz, they emerged as a sort of East Coast answer to the then-emerging San Francisco flower power psychedelic scene with a big single, “(We Ain’t Got) Nothing Yet,” that same year, and attracted further attention with the album Psychedelic Lollipop, which also charted. Really more a blues-rock band with a garage band’s approach and intentions than they were a Summer of Love band, the Blues Magoos nonetheless continued with psychedelic trappings for the album Electric Comic Book, which appeared in 1967, and the similarly constructed Basic Blues Magoos a year later in 1968.' -- collaged

Cromagnon Caledonia
'The legend goes thusly: production visionary Brian Elliot and his associate Austin Grasmere allegedly had written a string of bubble gum hits when they approached ESP Records to produce an LP that would present their original creative ideas, which Elliot described as "movies for the ears", far removed from the formulas of the market place. They said that they had a Connecticut tribe (mostly the remnants of an earlier Elliot production project, a psychedelic band called The Boss Blues) with which they would bring to fruition the ideas that they needed to express... the ultimate theme being "all is one". ESP gave them engineer Otto Schontze and some studio time. The Cromagnon legend says that it only took three days, but recent interviews claim it took many weeks of recording labor to fulfill their musical dream...producing an album titled "Orgasm", which they credited to Cromagnon. It was released in 1969. There actually was a Connecticut tribe of sorts, a typical hippie commune of the day, with several children included.' -- kingfeeb

Vanilla Fudge Illusions of My Childhood, Part One/You Keep Me Hanging On
'Known as 'the first of the heavy bands' and 'doyens of punk mysterioso' this Long Island group first came to public attention in 1967 with a revival of an old Supremes hit 'You Keep Me Hangin' On'. Vanilla Fudge had slowed down this song to half its original tempo, inserted plenty of neo-classical organ and Indian guitar licks and swelled it up to an almost Spectoresque extravaganza. A full seven-and-a-half-minute version of this single was included on the 1967 debut album Vanilla Fudge, plus Fudged-up arrangements of such songs as 'Eleanor Rigby', 'Ticket To Ride' (both written by the Beatles), 'Bang Bang' (by Sonny & Cher) and 'People Get Ready' (by The Impressions). Their almost fussy neo-gospel harmonies and cinerama arrangements were irritating a lot of people, but created a certainly exhilarating sound. The second Vanilla Fudge album The Beat Goes On was one of the most gallant disasters in the annals of rock, a musical record of the previous 25 years including the entire history of music in less than twelve minutes. Vanilla Fudge made the whole notion of interpretaion interesting again. But their own songs and in live performance they were almost too hard to take. That mixture of overpowering Rascals organ and psychedelic Hendrix guitar, all those slow build-ups and crescendos, those lulls and storms, every bit of it copied by a hundred other Long Island hard-rock groups-it finally got too much for everyone except the fans of what the Fudge termed "psychedelic symphonic rock."' -- trashcanasian

Lothar And The Hand People Machines
'The story goes that Lothar and the Hand People formed in Denver in 1965. That city hasn’t exactly been portrayed as a rock Mecca of the period, and it apparently took all of a year for them to hightail it to the greener musical pastures of NYC. They consisted of Rusty Ford on bass, Kim King on guitar, Moog and Ampex tape decks, Paul Conley on keyboards, liner controller and Moog, Tom Flye on drums and percussion, and John Emelin on lead vocals. Oh, and there was Lothar, their trusty Theremin, the responsibilities of which fell mainly onto Emelin’s shoulders, or more appropriately, the motions of his two hands. Rather than forcing the issue by grafting the Theremin into situations where it would’ve been inappropriate, they instead showed common sense in a time where levelheadedness wasn’t at a premium. This hasn’t stopped some from hypothesizing that the Hand People’s lack of sales figures came down to an unfulfilled promise of newly broken ground. In reality, it seems to be more a combined case of geography (the East Coast falling behind the West’s and England’s late-‘60s rock dominance) and the group’s popish traits flying in the face of prevailing American ideals that were rooted in blues, folk, and more aggressively psychedelic visions. Consumers just weren’t pining for a more eclectic expansion upon the template of John Sebastian and crew.' -- the Vinyl District

The Others My Friend The Wizard
'The Others were a Rhode Island garage psychedelic band consisting of Pete Shepley (lead vocals), Mike Brand (rhythm guitar), Mike Patalano (drums), John Costa (bass and vocals) and Jim DeStout (lead guitar/vocals). They formed during freshman week at the University of Rhode Island in fall 1964, and the immediate "click" was evident: a mere six to seven months later the collegians were already recording their major-label debut. This came about through a connection of Mike Brand's father, New York City manager/promoter Bob Marshall. After an impressive audition, Marshall immediately booked them at the hoppin' Rolling Stone club in NYC for the entire summer of 1965. They even were granted Vox amps in exchange for endorsements! Through Marshall, the band then auditioned for producer Clyde Otis, who was instrumental in landing the RCA record deal (and co-authored the b-side of their first single). With a major-label 45 and a summer-long NYC club stint under their belt, the Others could safely be called the top rock and roll band in the state, earning opening slots for the major acts which came through town — the Lovin' Spoonful, Animals, Byrds and Left Banke.' -- Rip It Up

Pearls Before Swine Images of April
'Once, a long time ago, Tom Rapp was a rock star. You've probably never heard of him. In 1967, as a scrawny 20-year-old in Melbourne, Fla., he created a band with a name so arrogant it invited failure. Most musicians selected band names that were safely seditious, like the Rolling Stones; or self-consciously silly, like the Strawberry Alarm Clock; or antiseptically straightforward, like Sonny and Cher. You don't need a degree in marketing to realize you shouldn't alienate people from the get-go. Tom Rapp called his band Pearls Before Swine. It was a crisp one-finger salute to the listening public. The band was mostly just Rapp. He wrote the songs, arranged the songs, sang the songs, played lead guitar. He had a dust-bunny beard and Orphan Annie bedspring hair that rode his shoulders and boinged when he walked. His voice could sound thin and doofy like Rudy Vallee, or rich and rumbly like Neil Diamond, or tremulous like a man weeping at his child's grave. Critics called his music acid folk. It trod the familiar 1960s floorboards: anti-war, pro-drug, get-inside-your-mind kindergarten Zen. But upon this floor he built a minaret, a windswept, rococo structure with spooky echoes and forbidding shadows. His lyrics borrowed from A.E. Housman, W.H. Auden, Sara Teasdale, Herodotus. He used cynicism like a horsewhip. When he wrote of love it did not sound like Herman's Hermits. Pearls Before Swine was not always easy to listen to: Rapp made few concessions to popular taste. His instrumentation called to mind lutes and fifes, things from distant places and forgotten times. He used instruments seldom heard in rock: celeste, cello, sarangi, oboe, wind chimes and something called a bowed psaltery. His words sometimes danced just beyond the reach of reason.' -- The Washington Post

Beacon Street Union Mystic Mourning
' I saw the Beacon Street Union many times. They were my favorite group at the time when I would see them I would stand right up front. I always thought they must have wondered who I and my friends were. Live they sounded much like the records. John Lincoln Wright the singer had a real presence. He always wore a pouch on his belt which we fantasized was dope or 'drug gear'. Just an outrageous thing for the day. Members met when they attended Boston College together. Boston College borders Beacon Street, hence the name. The Union had a few stage tricks. Sometimes they would throw bags of flour around resulting in a low budget fog show. They always fooled me with this next trick no matter how many times I saw them. They would come on stage and we would all clap and yell. They would start plugging in and tuning up. It seemed to take a long time. Eventually your attention would drift and you would just talk to your friends. At some signal the whole band would slam into the opening chord to "My Love Is" at full volume and SCARE THE BEJEEBERS OUT OF YOU.' -- Punk Blowfish

Autosalvage Land Of Their Dreams
'The most misunderstood of all the so-called "psych" bands of the late 1960s, the only LP by Autosalvage is the first and best US psych-into-prog record of them all. Recorded in 1967, ahead of its time, this record took a Byrds/Airplane-inspired acid-folk-rock mixture and crafted songs unique, catchy, raucous, and truly flipped in an early Zappa-like way (who had a hand in getting them signed, apparently). Autosalvage stays heavily focused on music rather than zaniness, but the song titles indicate that there's plenty of gimlet-eyed humor as well: "Rampant Generalities," "Glimpses of the Next World's World," "The Great Brain Robbery," plus a jaw-dropping rendition of Leadbelly's "Good Morning Blues." Full-on lead guitars, nasally vocals (the worst feature for some, but I find them punkish), and extended yet carefully arranged 6-minute acid/jam/extrapolations are artfully wrapped in hummable tunes. Traditional themes were mixed with jugband music, while the adventurous, quirky compositions blended shimmering guitar with textured instrumentation. Commercial indifference doomed their continuation and by the end of the decade Autosalvage had broken up.' -- Plain and Fancy

Silver Apples Oscillations
'On a steamy night in 1967 at Cafe Wha? in New York City, one of the world’s strangest electronic instruments was conceived. The inventor, Simeon Coxe III, states, “One night, on a lark, I decided to plug in an oscillator and jam along with the cover band I was in at the time, the Overland Stage Electric Band. Besides the drummer Danny [Taylor] who later joined me, no one in the band was amused.” And so begins the epic story of Silver Apples, the short lived, wildly influential oscillator-and-drum psych duo from the late 1960s. And so also begins the story of ‘The Simeon’ – the mythic, and aptly named, shape-shifting electronic beast of a rig that Coxe played in the band. The band’s well-documented story was one marked by equal parts chaotic energy and catastrophe, so we’ll just delve in briefly. Lacking any formal musical training, Coxe’s playing alternated between droning oscillator tones and rudimentary atonal chords while Taylor’s drums pounded out voodoo-styled, body-awareness rhythms on specially tuned toms. After developing a cult following throughout New York City in 1967, the pair signed a small deal with the floundering KAPP label – oddly enough, better known at the time as the home for Andy Williams, Burt Bacharach and Cher. The Apples released two albums through KAPP, and while the self-titled debut peaked on the Hot 100 on Billboard, the second album Contact became quickly mired in controversy and pulled from the shelves. "The result was that we couldn’t play music to earn a living," Coxe shrugs, "KAPP folded, word quickly spread in the industry that Silver Apples were ‘untouchables’ and Danny and I just said, ‘screw this!’ And we parted ways.”' -- Red Bull Music Academy


p.s. Hey. ** Damien Ark, Hey. Nude LA, it's true. Oh, I'm very interested, to say the least, in those interviews for my blog, yes! And the Sion Sono Day thing too, if you want to e-post it to me at the usual address. Thanks a ton! The park was great. Amusement parks are my Mt. Olympus. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. The only 100 years ago thing is the spookiest for some reason. And I guess one would naturally think 'gone wrong' re: those photos, but for me it's more like both are perfect. LA is like an exquisite corpse or something. Or then and now are just two rough drafts of something else. The river, yeah, and I had no idea that there had been a Los Feliz River at one time, crazy. I didn't know that your dad shot the 'Ghost Tantra' photos. Wow. I've always really loved those, and that's my favorite of McClure's books. Cool: your encounters with Jim Morrison. I only saw him once, and it was from the audience of a really early, maybe even pre-the first album, Doors concert at Cal State LA. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Joe Brainard used to grope me once in a while, but people told me he groped everybody. Really nice to hear that about Clementi. Big regret that I never got the chance to meet him. Yeah, Griffith's massive Babylon set rested on the spot where my current LA apartment is, or that's what people say and what the photos I've seen of it seem to indicate. ** Bernard Welt, B-ster, hey! Oh, I don't know why the downloading of 'ZHH' is a problem. Did you try the direct link? Punch the gif in the blog's upper right hand corner to get there. You can always just look at it online at the same location. I would be really curious to hear what you say to your kiddos about James Broughton's stuff. I didn't get him and his thing at all. And he was creepy as a person. In my dealings with him. Amazing sounding class. I mean, really amazing. The leather thing is really foreign to me too. I come across a billion of those dudes when I do my relentless searching for slaves for my slave posts. They write the most boring profile texts too, really average and grunty. If you actually did a Day, I would be the opposite of a leather guy, very articulately grateful and feckless. Hm, was I not at that Ear Inn reading? I feel like I was. I know I saw you read at Ear Inn at least once. The Berrigan hug rings a total bell, and I feel like it's a visual bell, but I could be tripping. When I read or rather started to read 'On the Road 'a million years ago, I was really excited for about the first 8 pages, and then I drifted off. Same story with every Henry Miller novel I tried to read. I don't think there actually are set cycles when you can and can't apply to the Recollets. I think that's only for the residences arranged through official channels. Sophie isn't here anymore. You should write directly to Chrystel. Do you still have her email address? Definitely mention that you stayed here before. Definitely use me as a way 'in' in whatever way you like/can. You will need a sponsor. I'm not sure if you need to have that sorted yet. Gisele was and, I think, still is an official Recollets sponsor. She's been sponsoring me. She would no doubt sponsor you, if need be, but we/you would need to cook up a little white lie about you collaborating with her on something. Anyway, yeah, go ahead and send it and cc. me. No, I have to start seriously looking for a new place right away. I'd like to stay in the 10th arr. if I can find a suitable/affordable place around here. Somewhere in this general area of Paris probably. Or else maybe near Parmentier, as I hear places can be cheapish there. ** Steevee, Hi, Steve. I really admired your two reviews yesterday. I'll see if I can get my head around the 'Dance Mania' stuff. ** Etc etc etc, Hi. Oh, you can blip away at your leisure. It's that kind of place. Even I blip away sometimes, or sort of. I'll go to an amusement park at the drop of a hat. If I can find someone else who's into it, I'll go any old day. Luckily, Zac is as into them as I am, if not more so, so I get to go a lot. In my life, I've probably been to LA's Disneyland, oh, 40, 50 times? It never loses a smidgen of its charisma. You mean have things turned to normal post-the Charlie Hebdo thing? Basically, I guess, but there's an ongoing stronger police and military presence than before, and every synagogue here has been assigned 24 hour military guards. But it feels fairly 'as before' now. ** Sypha, Two feet of now! I hate you! No, I don't. It's just been the opposite of snowy here, and that's sad. Interesting that Penguin is publishing Ligotti. That's pretty big. ** Kier, You must, must go to LA at Halloween time someday. Within the last two weeks of October when all the spooky houses are up and running. It's god. I like the image of a fluffy Blakkå. Can you tell how he feels about his new fluffiness? Does he seem, I don't know, happier or prouder or weirded out or anything noticeable? My day was a low-key one. First I wrote a short synopsis of Zac's and my film for the producers to put on a flyer or something. It was hard to do, and it took weirdly long, but I guess it was okay. Zac thought it was okay. And the producers responded with a kind of general, blaze okayness re: it. My ankle started hurting for no seeming reason, and then it stopped hurting, weird. I had a huge longing for pancakes, and I wished there was a House of Pancakes here, but there isn't, and I was too lazy and intimidated to make pancakes. I got an idea for a poem, and I started working on it, but, so far, it isn't quite working out the way I dreamed, so it may be a dud. It was raining and windy. I made two blog posts. Not much else. No big, yesterday. Don't know about today yet other than that I'm going to a gig of Stephen (O'Malley) and Peter Rehberg/Pita tonight, and it's the first live solo appearance by Peter in about six years, so that's momentous, and that should be fun. What did you do with your own personal Friday? ** Keaton, Cool glad you liked them. They're haunt-y or something. I recommend knowing LA better, duh. Hat, I know, so many hats! And no hoodies! Not a single hoodie! ** Cal Graves, Hi, Cal. You're ambitious and so much more imaginative and fun-seeking than I am on the language-learning front. Respect. Ha ha, that's true about porn, but, if you play your cards right, you can get a whole novel out of that 'worst', or I have. I love coffee, but disgusting coffee, which I guess in my case would be really thin coffee like the kind you buy in cans in the US. Hm. I think maybe I'll choose the five minutes of unbearable, non-stop speaking just because I would find out what I find completely unbearable, and that would be interesting. You? You sent me a guest post? No, it didn't arrive, shit. Did you get the address right? Oh, I would love it if you don't mind trying again. That's exciting! Thank you! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi. Cool, the decision made at, yeah, some expense, but I'm sure you did the right thing. Cool! ** Tom Adelman, Hi, Tom! Wow, very cool to have you here! Awesome! And such a beautiful paragraph about LA. Deep bow. I've read the Ryu Murakami, which I liked a lot, but I don't know the Hinojosa one. I'll investigate it immediately. My favorite short books? Let me think. Like short short? Uh, Robert Pinget's 'Fable', Derek McCormack's 'The Show That Smells', Marguerite Duras's 'Malady of Love', ... Now I'm blanking. I love really short books, though. Speaking of, are you working on anything that might become a book, short or not? Ultra-best to you, maestro! ** Misanthrope, That is an eerie story. I think she was ghost. That makes the most sense to me, ha ha. Did you see that viral video clip of the guy texting who walks into a bear? That was kind of funny, but not really eerie. Your story wins. ** Okay. Uh, right, I decided to continue my gig-shaped exploration of late 60s psychedelic music by concentrating this time on the East Coast. Hope it causes something of an unknown (to me) nature to happen inside you. See you tomorrow in any case.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Goner: L.A., 1862 - 1911

Downtown Los Angeles, 1862

Downtown Los Angeles, intersection of Main, Spring, and Temple streets, 1863

MacArthur Park, 1887

MacArthur Park, 1892

Hollywood, 1900

Hollywood, corner of Highland and Franklin, 1903

Hollywood, Highland Avenue north of Hollywood Boulevard, 1906

Hollywood, Cahuenga Pass, 1878

Beachwood Canyon, 1900

Hollywood Blvd. at Sunset Blvd., 1904

Sunset Blvd. c. Normandie, 1900

Site of future Melrose Avenue, looking north, 1876

Santa Monica Boulevard near the future La Brea Avenue, 1900

Santa Monica Boulevard at Western Avenue, 1906

Western Avenue south of Sunset, 1906

Western Avenue just north of Santa Monica Boulevard, 1896

Western Avenue north of Pico, 1895

Western Avenue at Washington Blvd., 1900

East Hollywood, 1905

Los Feliz, view from the future Barnsdall Park, 1890

Los Feliz, Los Feliz Blvd. at Griffith Park Blvd., 1910

The Los Feliz River, now Los Feliz Blvd. at Hillhurst Ave., 1884

Griffith Park, 1900

Griffith Park, 1902

Silverlake, 1907

Echo Park, Sunset Blvd. and Glendale Avenue, 1904

Echo Park Lake, 1892

The Los Angeles River, near downtown, 1900

The Los Angeles River, near Glendale, 1889

Beverly Hills, Sunset Boulevard and Crescent Drive, 1911

Bel Air, 1907

Coldwater Canyon, 1910

Benedict Canyon, 1890

The La Brea Tar Pits, 1911

Future site of LACMA, 1902

Culver City, 1903

Santa Monica, 1898

Santa Monica, 1895

Santa Monica, 1887

Santa Monica Canyon, 1885

Malibu, future Pacific Coast Highway, 1905

Compton, 1903

The San Fernando Valley, 1875

The San Fernando Valley, 1900

North Hollywood, 1909

Glendale, Verdugo Blvd. and Clifton Place, 1904

Lincoln Heights, Hancock Street, 1900

Highland Park, 1894

Pasadena, Colorado Blvd., 1895

Pasadena, Colorado Boulevard at Marengo Avenue, 1890

Pasadena, southwest corner of East California Blvd. and South Wilson Ave, 1905

Altadena, 1907

Angeles National Forest, San Gabriel Mountains, 1893


p.s. Hey. ** Tuesday ** Bitter69uk, Hi, man! Holy shit, you wrote that review? I usually include the author's name when I take writings from IMDb, and I don't know why I didn't that time. Nice thoughts, man, obviously. Very cool. ** David Ehrenstein, Glad you liked it, sir. I read 'Film: The Front Line' way back when, so good! I think my copy's in LA. It seems possible that I might get to meet Philippe Garrel some day through my friendship and dealings with Christophe Honore, we'll see. The main thing I want to do is ask him is about everything he's willing to tell me about working with my hero Pierre Clementi. Yeah, there are those who had great dealings with Allen, and there are others like me who didn't. Oh, well. Everyone, re: the Philippe Garrel Day of the other day, Mr. Ehrenstein has shared a link to the Nico documentary 'Nico/Icon' if you haven't seen it and would like to. It's there in full right here. ** Sypha, Yeah, I hears the blizzard tiptoed over NYC on the way to semi-whomping you guys up there. Right, you still have two brothers left to hang with. And a getaway spot if you need it to boot. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh! Garrel is def. worth investigating. Very singular. Thanks a lot about the post and my efforts. Yeah, it's just about a full-time job making this place. Weird that I do it anyway, ha ha. Very, very interesting background and insight into the Morrison and McClure and ... whoa, your dad almost designed the 'Strange Days' cover? That's wild. It would have given him this very particular kind of fame, or maybe just bigger name-recognition at the time, and maybe a 'hip' reputation that could have been a hampering as it was spotlighting, I guess, for better and/or worse? That's fascinating. I especially like McClure's 'lion' poems, and especially when I heard/saw him read them. ** Magick mike, Hi, Mike. Yeah, I'm with you about Garrel, obviously, and about the Ash Ra Temple soundtrack too. Would be cool if you recovered that essay-writing urge, obviously, for sure. I saw your book cover on FB yesterday. It looks great! Man, that's so exciting! (And you'll hear from me via email soon.) ** Steevee, Hi, Steve. Yeah, I saw about the blizzard being a bust. The hype on that thing was psychotic. ** Kier, Ha ha. Here's a horrible one, sorry: Hi, Makierooni! Whoa. I don't know why it was traumatic. I guess probably because I had always thought that sheep's bodies were just really fat and that the wool was a thin layer, so watching them get sheared was kind of like watching them get killed or something? Those ink drawings are really, really great! Everyone, do what's best for you and go look at some fantastic new ink drawings by the mighty Kier here. Your Tuesday sounds pretty A-okay, cool. I don't know if I can remember mine, let me try. Uh, I think, wow, uh ... Did I write the blurb I was ordered to write for Zac's and my film that day? I think so. And the producers were okay with it. Now I have to write a longer description for them today, which I hate doing, and ugh. I think I must have just worked on this and that otherwise. I don't remember at all, so it must have been a pretty so-so day. I'll tell you about yesterday when I get to you again down below. ** Cal Graves, I couldn't agree with you more about non-narrative. Very high five. I need to have a day when I send more emails than I ever have in my life. I have about a 1000 unanswered emails at this point. No, I don't know much about dream books, but, in the semi-unlikely event that a certain d.l. of this place who's a big expert on dreams sees this and decides to weigh in, I'll ... Bernard, can/will you recommend 'a book that's based-off or inspired by dreams, or a dream diary type deal that isnt total, utter shit' to our pal Cal Graves? Good answer. I think I'd do the first part of your answer too. That new question's super easy. French. I live in France, and I barely know French, and I revere French literature, and I barely know French, so, yeah, French. Second choice would probably be Japanese. You? ** _Black_Acrylic, Disneyland was big fun. I'll tell Kier/you about it below. You might be right about the more effective decision, yeah. I get it. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Cool, glad you dug it. Yeah, I was shocked at how much Garrel was on youtube. I like the ones you like. I of course really like the two featuring Pierre Clementi. I haven't seen 'Jealousy', no. Missed it. Really want to see it, of course. At the moment, our film is 1 hr 31 minutes in length. It'll probably be pretty close to that length when we completely finish the edit. ** Damien Ark, It's weird how the loss of mental shit sucks, but, yeah. It can be juicy and pull up interesting stuff, though, if it's a semi-loss. Ha ha, thanks for biting my book, and thank you for immortalizing yourself doing it. Cool. I'm not really reading right now. Too busy. I'm going to start again today, but, unfortunately, I don't think anything that I'm going to read is an actual book yet. They're all mss. and impending books. What did you lasso on Amazon? ** Misanthrope, Hi. Huh, interesting, I quite agree with you about Morrison. How did that happen, ha ha? Okay, that's a crazy story there, George. Good crazy. Good crazy in the telling anyway. Not that I wish I had been you. My crazy stories are all drug stories. I'm saving them for the memoir I will never write. ** Kiddiepunk, Kidster! Let's talk. We finally rode Ratatouille yesterday! And it was good! And the line was only 20 minutes long! ** Hiero, Hi, Hiero! Welcome to the insides of this place, and thank you very much for entering! Wow, cool, thank you for the link! I'll go watch that as soon as I finish up here. Let me share it. Everyone, kindly Hiero came in here yesterday to say hi and to share something really cool. Here is the trailer for 'Stella da Falla', which should be very cool to watch for all kinds of reasons including the fact that, at 1:53, you will see Hiero himself sitting on Philippe Garrrel's Rolls Royce in 1969/1970. Go to it. It's here. ** Wednesday ** David Ehrenstein, Hi, D. Ted Berrigan, yes! Awesome about the link, thanks! Everyone, courtesy of Mr. E, Ted Berrigan can heard talking as Andy Warhol shoots his portrait on the day of Mr, Ehrenstein's famous interview of Warhol at the Silver Factory right here, here being a generally great post on this very blog made by Mr. Ehrenstein, so use that link for a bunch of reasons. Boon! ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, T. Berrigan's great. His book 'The Sonnets' is one of the great books of American poetry ever, I think. ** Brendan, Hi, B. Cool, let me see if a local English bookstore allows me to cohabit our tiny book club. I'll find out as soon as I'm able! ** Steevee, Hi. Two reviews, cool. Everyone, a double-whammy of Steevee-based goodness for you today. I.e., here's his review of Abderrahmane Sissako’s much discussed film 'Timbuktu', and here's his review of Aleksei German’s slightly less discussed film 'Hard to Be a God'. ** Kier, I like denigrate. That's a goodie and so apropos by virtue of my attempts not to denigrate too much, ha ha. Sorry about your bad mood-inflected day. But I'm glad you liked 'Mr. Turner' 'cos that really ups the ante of my wanting to see it. My day: Disneyland Paris. It was chilly-ish, and it rained off and on, but that wasn't bad, and it kept the crowds small, so we were able to ride rides without the usual hour wait per ride. Let's see. Here's what we rode, maybe in order, if I can remember right: Ratatouille*, Twilight Zone Tower of Terror*, Crush's Coaster*, Rock 'n' Roller Coaster starring Aerosmith, Phantom Manor*, Big Thunder Mountain, Sleeping Beauty's Castle, Peter Pan's Flight, Star Tours, Pirates of the Caribbean, Les Voyages de Pinocchio, Blanche-Neige et les Sept Nains, Buzz Lightyear Laser Blast, and we tried to ride Big Thunder Mountain again, but it broke down so we got kicked out. We also saw a parade and watched the park-closing multi-media plus fireworks extravaganza Disney Dreams*. And we ate some bad food. I've starred the things I liked the best. It was big fun, and we had a blast. Yep. Then we came home, and, of course, parted ways, and then I don't know what they did, and I didn't do much of anything. Hooray! How was Thursday? ** Chris Goode, Mr. G! Always a superb and even, yes, sir, a sublime pleasure to get to see you via your wordage's beck and call followed by my attempt to use words both enthusiastically and with respect accordingly, or something similar to that. Right, about the Cage interview. Oh, you should use it. Is that not a no brainer? Maybe it isn't. I think you should. Well, wow, okay, under my hat ... meaning a cryptic response in this most public of spots. I'm thrilled to my very marrow, man! For you, and, naturally, for my little place in that, funding-wise. Yes! Superb, my man! October 7th is such a good day to premiere! I guess because of its proximity to Halloween! Am I overly lifting the hat that you asked me to wear tightly right now? Shit. Eight years? Holy, shit, maybe, wow. Dude, so incredibly great, and, yeah, let's talk whenever you want to talk as much you want to talk! Is my liking 'Topsy Turvy' really weird? I did have this weirdness inside me when I typed that, so I guess you're right. Yeah, weird. Your dad and I have so much in common, it's spooky, ha ha. Big love to you and to yours, top drawer maestro! ** Hyemin kim, Hi! That's great that you're writing something about Joe Brainard! I'm a massive fan of the so-called '2nd generation New York School poets'. I read them voraciously at a tender-ish age, and I think I owe a whole lot to them as a writer. Berrigan took me a while to love, I don't know why, but then one day I got it. I think it was 'The Sonnets', which I still think is one of great American poetry collections, But, yeah, he's tough in a certain way, I can definitely see that. It's nice to see you! ** Okay. We're caught up. Today I give you these photos I found here and there and everywhere of the L.A. area before it grew up. They really fascinate me, probably because I grew up there and lived there for most of my life. But maybe the magic of them translates to non-L.A. folks too? I suppose I'm kind of counting on that. See you tomorrow.