byebyebyebyebyebyebyebye

Well, I wanted to post a set of links, so you can look for the stuff I used to find for you. Alas, everything is piling up at the last minute, and I'm practically out the door. Maybe I can find an enthusiatic sould to take this over, while I concentrate on the RTPrague Blague, but I don't have high hopes.
For your one stop internerd shopping, look to Hemaworstje. He's a bit of a perv, but one with undeniable taste, plus he updates many times daily.
For music, The runout groove has a great set of links. Listen to Fluxblog, Ready Rock Moe Rex, and 20 Jazz Funk Greats (Must love a site named for Throbbing Gristle Albums.)
God, sorry for ending this on kind of a ehh note, but here's a quote from John Cage to set you sailing.
"If you develop an ear for sounds that are musical it is like developing an ego. You begin to refuse sounds that are not musical and that way cut yourself off from a good deal of experience."
Follow LuWorm, he knows the way.
To Barndance, Agru, Illy Na, MC Styloh, Mz. Lily, the Divine Ms. Yo, Luworm, and any other F.O.RTP that waste their time paying attentio to how I waste my time, I love y'all to little bits. Keep your chins up, and don't let the basterds get you down.
Once and Truly, RTPout.....

Re:John Lennon's Primal SCREAM Therapy Sessions Bootleg

I was thinking about the beatles today. I generally avoid talking about them. I'm not what you'd call a fan. Nothing against them, they're just not my bag. Agrufulis just entered the sinister phase 2 of SQUIRM Laboratories... I never noticed labor in that word, which is strange, because I'm always subdividing words into 2s and 3s, based on what I've heard. Anywho, He was talking about assembling a choral singalong, which I thought would be fun to do Queen ad infinitum overdub-style with his new mastering software . The random musing about Agru and I having a hippy hootenanny with ourselves collided with a half-remembered daydream about having all of my friends doing a covers album for me to take to Europe... THE Europe. What song would be so much fun with which to have a singalong?
For the longest time in my musical development, I was really held up with a reactionary dissent to POP. A whole-hearted immersion in classact Jazz, like MonkMingusMiles, went along with them on into the 70s (will someone turn the tamboura down, please?). To get it out and prove to myself that I knew where it was at, I tore my earswithyears of Derek Bailey, Anthony Braxton, Albert Ayler, Coltrane Quartet with Pharoah, Sun Ra, Cecil Taylor (Long after Buell Niedlinger and the AMAZINGly forward stuff from the 50s. Do yourself a favor.) coming out on stage replete with his new age wizened dreadlok sunglasses inside at night I'm just gonna scream at my piano Improvisational Dance Naughtynaughtykitty who's-a whatzitbizness... From the right angle with the right lighting, I can still dig lots of that stuff, but then I really started digging on Tom Waits, and so much of his stuff is broadway. The strings on his first albums are sappysometimes. That doesn't mean that I don't sing along and go all weak in the knees like a 13 year old girl at a... well, Beatles concert.
I think Maybe I'm Amazed by Wings would be fun to sing. Fuck the Beatles.

I'll drop a few more

After the first of the year, go HERE and press CTRL + D...

I'm walking through walls.

Get out of my way. It's Awful early, and I'm feelin' Surly. Jesus! When did I start channeling Waylon Jennings? Here's the Situation. My parents went away for a week's vacation... Sorry, but I have to (OCD) do that when anyone says here's the situation, which I actually only typed. I'm at work. I disconnected the connection at my house. I won't have access here for much longer, either. I'll do what I can to drop another post or two before I split Czechside.
I've been worn thin by this region's propensity for circumstantial misplacement. These dark Amish woods have bad juju. It's more obvious the closer I get to getting. A thousand teeny claws are a-popping from this gravesite, in an attempted Lilliput on my Brobdingnagian Ass. I woke up to a voice mail from the #5 this morning. I can't think of anything that has made me feel better in the last year. He called to tell me 12:22. It's a little thing, but it lit a fire. By the time I got to work, I was talking Trooper's ears off. I was strong. I was once and fully ready to rock.
I feel like Adam Sandler in Punch Drunk Love when he faces off with the Mattress Man. "I have such Strength."
I'm about to give away all of my stuff, like in Brother Sun, Sister Moon. Beyond the book and music objects, my wheat has additional chaff. I've been dining with Lord Humphrey for tootoo long to feel this fat. What I'm trying to say I've learned is that I interpret far too many Lessons as being Messages.
Put that in your mouth and chew it. I've got to work.

Give up the ghost

Sorry for the lack of posts. Everything is getting hectic, what with me moving a loooong way away in 2 weeks. I hate to say that this is the next to last post I am going to do on this page. I'll keep my faithful readers updated... both of them.

I did this post before I mentioned quitting

It's a lame unfinished post that I didn't want to finish or throw away. As far as the New Bornean, I was going to metion how I thought its tail was its head, at first, and was blown away by how much it looked like a baby Brontosaurus, just like that movie with William Katt from Greatest American Hero. OK. Maybe I do want to finish it, but I'm at work, and I have a diatribe to spit.

I finally found my The Legendary Marvin Pontiac CD. I forgot how much I absolutely adore this CD. If I could record an album, I would want it to sound like The Legendary Marvin Pontiac Vs. Hymie's Basement. Read up on the legend of Marvin. If I could figure out how to post MP3s, I would. I'm no good with computers. I'm just thin and pale.



I haven't been up for much posting lately. I think I'm going to take my camera to work tomorrow. My grind shows me terrible things. At least I have human ingenuity to thank for making me smile. After Katrina hit New Orleans, CNN posted a list of survivors on-line. Check out the first name on the list. That guy rocks. I've long thought that one of the best parts of being a Big-Time lottery winner is the opportunity for a national press conference. Most people just say goshthanks and manI'mlucky, and they still get press for smiling behind a big check. I'm not recommending throwing out a hail satan and a Sieg Hi! hand salute on national TV, but I would have to put a little thought into those few minutes on that microphone. "Hi! I just won 300+ million bucks, and I'd like to say a few words..." EF Hutton would turn an ear to that.
I could be subtle about it, and just use my riches to fund an endless string of shitty jobs for a decade or two. Just get a job, and work it until somebody steps on you. You know some Burger King manager outside of Dubuque absolutely who relishes his little toehold of power. Fucker wears a tie to work. Doing the businessman thing is what he tells his old high school classmates when they pick up their orders at window two. Leaning though that little window and wearing a paper hat, no place to go but up like a rocket for him. Get a job working for that Assjack, and wait for the day where you are certain he thinks the shit he's giving you is original and sweet, then show him the newspaper article about how the guy who won 300+ in the lottery is going to buy a plot of land and a Steam Shovel and dig and redig big holes in his yard for the rest of his days.





Watch a Horse just beat that thing up.



While I'm getting animalistic, They found a new one in Borneo. "New animal found in Borneo", with this picture...

Dense Post

I've got lots of stuff worth ogling. That's what I've been doing, instead of posting about it. Enough of my yakkin'... I'll Just start at the bottom of the list...
Complete German Pubescent Vocal Change...



French Exploitation Film Site... I don't speak French. If you do, then help me find this movie, Black Kissinger, they talk about here.



Velocity Design. I need one of their TV Covers.



Viner Biz.



Exploitation Film Promo Songs? Howzabout Naked German Men with their Cars...



Amazing Pictures... Just keep clicking.



Great little cache of ART images. He even had this....



CuteCreepiez...



Look at someone else's records...



I first saw Mark Ryden's work on the cover for some 7" that I only bought for the title, Band-Aid covers the Bullethole", and the cool cover. His paintings are great, but I could do Cute Creepy Painting posts, as the day is long.



Well, I might as well just go ahead and get downright Oblique....



I've got dozens more obscuro artso fartso, but I gotta eat.

Stab Me With An Icicle, 'Cuz It Won't Leave Prints

I'm selling a bunch of my stuff on eBay. I've got several New Jazz CDs up, but everything else will be forthcoming. Expect tons of ART Books, about 2,000 CDs, and about 5,000+ LPs to be going on-line shortly.
Sorry for selling to the Friends-Of-RTP, but this shit is cheap, so spread the word, and help fund my flight from Justice....

The milk is spilt

Throughout my life, my dreams, the potent ones, repeat themselves. As a young boy, I would float slow-motion in a blank white room. Sometimes, I would see three symbols on one wall of the room. I have long since forgotten what those symbols are, but I know that they are scrawled into the side of my 8th grade desk. In my teens, it was superheroism. In my twenties, always self-mutilation. I have dreamt of cold for the last three days.
I've made mention of my curious fascination with Victorian Arctic Explorers. I remember being brought to a halt by a story of 4 men walking across ice towards the South Pole and slowly going insane. The lead man wrote in his journals of perceiving a 5th man. He would count and recount the members of his group, and always end on 5. This went on for days, before he could bring himself to mention it to his second-in-command, as he feared accusations of insanity, if not insanity, itself. His Lieutenant was simply relieved that someone else saw him, too. At night and in the tents, they were 4. Out on the ice shelf, him. While this could easily be interpreted or dismissed as exhausted paranoia, or Jesus leaving his footprints in the sand, I still wonder.
My dreams of the last three nights have been of freezing. It's me and one other. We are wrapped in thin swaddling and the wind is ripping into us and driving us closer. It's not a sex dream, but it is as if we are pulling ourselves into one another. I can only concentrate on this others heartbeating in my ears. No Jungle Drums. It's the sound of an iceberg ripping itself in half. My head is swirling with nothing but a base need to get closer and keep warm. I have the sensation of being fried in oil, but I can't let go, and that is how the dream ends, with, with us, dying of cold and need and hoping for some little flickering spark to push our blood one inch farther from and closer back towards our near-still hearts.
Either that dream, or the one where Jay Leno has the body of a stripper... (tonight show video 10/4)



Marina Abramovic...



Anoushka Fisz...



Liwei...



Abdel Halim Hafez...

Problms

Here's some more fashion show shots. Working with a digital camera really makes me long for Chemical smells and very dark rooms.







OK, I'm sort of at a loss for what to post, mostly because I've been working incessantly. I can't hardly get motivated to keep preparing to move to Prague, much less feel the need squeeze out an enthusiastic post about the biggest unsolved ART crimes or cool PORN... OK, the porn is kinda cool.



I like to poke through the potpourri sections of sites. These MP3s were dug out of the cracks in Napster's nether regions. You remember Napster? From back in the day? This kid rocks Jad Fair hard. I wonder who he is. If you're only going to listen to 1, then I recommend "How do you stinking feel?" I smell a SQUIRM cover... either that, or something from Ginsberg's Cosmopolitan Greetings.
On the other hand, I paraphrase Muddy Waters, in saying that this dude wants to rock in the worst way, and that's exactly how he does it.



How to cleanse the palate after that punishing round of "Rock Obviouses", that one dude totall had some hot licks, though, yo... I say go to China, Video Game Samples (Lots and Loud), Shrinking Quarters, Lightning in Glass (you can spin it!), Gertrude Stein? Listen to Funk Mix Sessions, the pitter-patter of American casualties. Stare at the sun... I don't know.

Free Grave

I got a call in my early twenties. I had already found myself in a deep funk and staring at the walls. The woman on the line was pleasant. She offered me my grave. Deal was, I go and let them tell me about funeral planning, and I get a grave spot. Curiosity piqued, I asked for more details. Totall no obligation, I sit through a lecture, I get a grave, numbered and everything. I could go to it. I would have property that would outlast me. I told her that I wasn't emotionally ready for that. I let her know I was bummed out to begin with, and it wasn't her fault, but I couldn't really say thanks. My luck, I'll end up a plastic cross and a couple of teddy bears because I just had to have that Wierd Al tape behind the passenger seat at the worst time possible. Speaking of Plastic Crosses, I bet someone has already put that Footprints poem one one of these...



While I'm feeling so cheery, This is the ceiling to a church not far from where I'm going to live. Were Jesus alive today, I think he'd be like, Fuck Yeah, and shit...



Check this lady freaking about the Dark-sided. I can relate...



If Mia Farrow on a Clorox binge is the mellow sort of vibe you're looking for, listen to this sly little bedroom DJ leaving the Mic on.



Man, I've got to shake it off. Chinese Guy Bites Head Off Snake... crnch. Chinese Guys Sing Backstreet Boys... wowobabywowo. Nothing's seeming to work. Maybe I need a Big-Assed Cup of Coffee. That, or Bill Bonds cameo from Planet of the Apes, if not Planet of the Apes, itself.

the vicissitudes of the scopic and the phanic drive

Probably not the best time for a PORN post, but I've found a few tidbits that shouldn't be left to the wayside. I've always had an affinity for the cheesecake aesthetic. Hell, I've got a cheesecake category in my LP collection... That's not saying much, because I also have a section for Radio Comedy.
I always got so much shit for pictures that I took of women during my brief internment in ART school. "Why did I crop her head out of the frame?" Actually, they'd say that I'd cut the models head off. It was usually because it made for a better picture with a nicer line. It eventually led me to do similar work, excepting that I always made sure to give the models a baseball bat, or a chain. The Freudian implications of my little empowerment? gag didn't quite sink in until I just wrote that now, and this was years ago. I can't believe I missed that. I guess if a machete works for Jason from the friday 13th films, then I guess it suffices to make my emasculatingly little pun just a little bit funnier... to me, at least.
Don't get me wrong, it's just to accurately portray a complete spectrum of emotional content, one has to sully one nails with the unsavory. "How many of the women in this critique have ever made a blanket, dare I say sexist, statement, like ALL MEN SUCK!? Before you answer, keep in mind that I have four sisters, so I already know the answer."
I'm not getting any further into it than that right now. Here are some naked pictures of Madonna taken by one of my absolute faves, Mr. Lee Friedlander. Nude... I meant to write nude, not naked. That would be different.



If you're interested in intergender politics, like me, then check this essay out. In addition to thoughtful exigeses, it's got pictures of boobies.



Enough with the PORN. I stumbled across Tim Lane's Site. He's a cool painter, whom I had the pleasure of making an accquaintance at a busted ART opening a few weeks ago. He also hosts lots of Travis Pickard images. TP is KJP's brother. The image below is Tim's.



Lil Pink Devil, not Big Pink Devil, which looks, I imagine, something not unlike this...



Badass Nature Photos by Elsdale...



Well, let's top off a half-hearted porno post with something once and truly Phallicious... Train Vs. Semi

RecoDeco

Here's some long overdue fashion show shots.