…I had an internship in college slicing rat brains into thin layers like at Arby’s.
…I’ll throw oranges at you if pay me enough.
…No, I can’t poop at work!
…I only date guys who have had face tattoos removed.
…”Your Mother Was My Teacher” by Mike Dillon’s Go-Go Jungle, is from Battery Milk (2007). The band is centered around frontman/vibraphonist Mike Dillon. The song is a colorful documentation of a simple, precipitous conversation.
Enjoy.
Song: Your Mother Was My Teacher Artist: Mike Dillon’s Go-Go Jungle Album: Battery Milk Label: Hyena Records Buy from: Amazon | iTunes Listen: MOG | Rdio | Spotify | YouTube (Live)
I was 27 years old and poppin and lockin down the frozen desserts aisle of a central Florida grocery store when I first became self-aware. Up until that point I had been living in some type of sleep state. I can still remember my past like a dream, but it hardly seems like my own life.
I’ve retained all the knowledge and skills I acquired in my dream past, and my wife says I have changed very little from the person I was when I was not self-aware… that I was always a weirdo. But I know the difference.
The biggest change is that when I’m poppin, lockin, or whatever, it’s like I’m standing in between two parallel mirrors and the poppin, lockin, or whatever is outlined by a receding infinity that powerfully hints at the recursive iteration machine that keeps moving this self forward in endless destruction and rebirth.
In fact, maybe it wasn’t this me that was in that grocery store in the first place. Maybe it was someone else, until they popped and locked just right, at which point this self, the one who is now aware, was zapped into this body and took over its historical data. And might another self take over later, perhaps whilst I am buttering my chest? Would my wife even notice?
Regardless, I have found solace in a deep awareness of the beauty of music, which seems to enable the recursive iteration machine for the power of good. JJ Grey & Mofro have been with “me” since before my awakening, and their sauce is worthy of standing in front of a mirror to watch yourself lick off a spoon. Their brand new one just dropped, This River (2013), and I’m amazed at these guys’ ability to bring it strong and consistent through the years. Like nothing’s changed but the spoon. They’re on tour now!
Enjoy the lead track, “Your Lady, She’s Shady,” as the righteous swamp rock excites your inner awareness and your booty muscles all at once. Pop and lock if you must.
Song: Your Lady, She’s Shady Artist: JJ Grey & Mofro Album: This River Label: Alligator Records Buy from: Amazon | iTunes Listen: MOG | Rdio | Spotify Watch: YouTube (Live, Exit/In, Nashville, 4/13/13)
The Bongolian is Nasser Bouzida, and his funk emanates from the UK. As way of introduction for his song “The Riviera Affair” from Bongos For Beatniks (2011), here is an imaginary interview with The Bongolian’s theoretical dog. This is, of course, a translation of a conversation had completely with our eyebrows:
Me: Dog, do you get tired of listening to bongos all the time?
Dog: One would surmise.
Me: Well stated. Right on. What kind of bath schedule are you on? Your fur looks great.
Dog: Are you trying to say something? Your eyebrow is terrible.
Me: I’m surprised! … Did you get that, at least?
Dog: Yes. Let’s stop there. I’m looking away.
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The Bongolian is also a key component of Big Boss Man, a funk band that is donkey-strong, and can be found elsewheres on this site.
I am both proud, and vigorously grooving to be the one bringing this song to you. Now go on, getcha some, and enjoy.
Song: The Riviera Affair Artist: The Bongolian Album: Bongos For Beatniks Label: BLOW UP RECORDS Buy from: Amazon | iTunes Listen: MOG | Spotify | YouTube
The many faces of Sun Ra include the one giving “Advice to Medics” on Super-Sonic Jazz (1956).
A revealing quote from Wikipedia on Sun Ra:
As a self-invented person, he routinely gave evasive, contradictory or seemingly nonsensical answers to personal questions, and denied his birth name.
The picture Sun Ra painted of his own existence was not only steeped in mystery, but any type of understanding of who he was depended on the acceptance of vast fields of unknowns and shifting realities. Thus, he was either a crazy man or a genius depending on whom you ask.
He also had a testicular hernia that messed with his head via his testicles, which is an effective method for messing with a dude’s head.
And like all of us, but perhaps to a greater degree, Sun Ra was always changing. He was making things up as he went along, but with less subterfuge about it than the rest of us employ.
Enjoy one of Sun Ra’s more eccentric compositions with me, and contemplate the certainties in your life that might be undone if your balls hurt all the time.
Song: Advice To Medics Artist: Sun Ra Album: Super-Sonic Jazz Label: Solar Records Buy from: Amazon | iTunes Listen: MOG | Rdio | Spotify | YouTube
My shorts are plaid and my legs are thin. My glasses are seven years old, and I know the Latin names of dozens of species. I am a Pisces and I enjoy taking long walks in other people’s shoes.
I wonder openly and often what cavemen would think about things today.
I listen to music like “Black Jesus” by 9 Lazy 9, from Paradise Blown (2003). 9 Lazy 9, an Italian-based group, sounds, smells, looks, and tastes like Ninja Tunes. I dig that secret agent sound.
And if you like the picture I’m painting, we should meet up somewhere tonight. We just need to sync up our lucid dream cycles to astrally connect. I’ll shoot for 3.37am. I will be the one wearing tassels and an ornate codpiece, and I’ll be yelling your name loudly.
Practice makes unconscious memory. Not perfection, but astounding results can certainly come with enough practice.
Charlie Hunter perfectly displays virtuosic talent, arrived at through copious amounts of brain conditioning (practice). Charlie’s most recent album, composed of duos with drummer Scott Amendola, showcases his ability to play bass and lead guitar simultaneously about as well as you could expect two separate professional musician brains to accomplish. The album is called Not Getting Behind Is The New Getting Ahead (2012). The Wizard uses a custom-built 8-string guitar, and the entire album was recorded with Charlie and Scott sitting in a room together, sans headphones. Check out “Rust Belt” to see what I mean about astounding results.
Other examples of the results of diligent practice include:
-Buddhist monks’ ability to regulate their body temperature with great control
-breathing Parkourists
-the ability to spin a pen around your fingers
-finding the slowest line at the grocery store
-getting your cat to poop in the toilet
-butter without crumbs on it
-men looking ladies in the eyes while talking to them
Remember to practice patience, love, and keeping the damn crumbs out of the butter. Enjoy.
Song: Rust Belt Artist: Charlie Hunter and Scott Amendola Album: Not Getting Behind Is The New Getting Ahead Label: Charlie Hunter Music Buy from: Amazon | iTunes Listen: Rdio | Spotify | YouTube
I’m watching Antiques Road Show and this guy has a flute that was played by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. The flute is made of ivory from the tusks of a brown dwarf star. It’s been appraised at the value of one observational time machine trip (past only) and a large chili cheese tots. Public television is on a roll.
Rahsaan Roland Kirk was the tectonic inspirational force behind the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Ian Anderson (of Jethro Tull), Eric Burdon, and Dan, a guy at work who knew who he was when I asked.
A few forreal’s forya: Kirk changed his name from Ronald to Roland because he was inspired in a dream to switch the two letters around. Later, he added Rahsaan because he heard it in a dream. Kirk was always spilling over the edges of himself. He played two instruments at once because one wasn’t enough. He was politically outspoken. He always had to lead the band. And he wore clothes eccentric even for a jazz musician.
Scientifically speaking, I don’t advise making real world decisions based on the bizness your unconscious mind cooks up. The ways that could go bad…
I so infrequently write actual biographical content here that I feel I should point out that the forreal’s communicated two paragraphs previous were actually taken from Wikipedia and not fictions of my mental undulations.
Without further crap, I present to you my favorite Kirk klassic, “Volunteered Slavery” from Volunteered Slavery (1969).
Please share your thoughts on Roland Kirk and faster-than-light physics, but be most certain of all to enjoy…
She looked me in the eye and she said…
