I keep glancing from my book and seeing a face look in through my second floor window. The temp dropped so quickly that there's condensation on the glass, and a neighbor's light is casting a white, oval shape which moves with the wind. I'm thinking of shutting the blinds to stop my reaction, but now I'm kind of digging it. I like the fact that my mind immediately jumps into that animal self-preservation mode. Relax, mind. We're gonna neither fight nor flee.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Its 11:39 on a Thursday night and I’m listening to Fu Manchu’s SIGNS OF INFINITE POWER. I wrote the title in caps to emphasize the power. Is that even funny? I can’t even tell anymore. Fu Manchu always opted for a fuzzy, distorted, big-dumb–rock sensibility. And while they name check Blue Oyster Cult, it seems like they base their style only on one of BOC’s songs: “Godzilla,” probably one of the biggest in big-dumb-rock riffs.
Another group name checked constantly is the hardcore band Black Flag, but Fu Manchu play at a slower Nugent-esque tempo than Flag did in their later days. And Fu Manchu are ten times better at it than Black Flag ever was. In fact, Fu Manchu started out as a hardcore band called Virulence, but they weren’t any good until they changed their name and slowed down. Black Flag, on the other hand, slowed down and were pretty cool, but then sped up to that 70’s rock thing (which the Fu do so well) and strangely began to suck. Maybe the Flag would have had better luck if they'd changed their name when they changed their sound. Still, what is Fu Manchu going on about this time?
Another group name checked constantly is the hardcore band Black Flag, but Fu Manchu play at a slower Nugent-esque tempo than Flag did in their later days. And Fu Manchu are ten times better at it than Black Flag ever was. In fact, Fu Manchu started out as a hardcore band called Virulence, but they weren’t any good until they changed their name and slowed down. Black Flag, on the other hand, slowed down and were pretty cool, but then sped up to that 70’s rock thing (which the Fu do so well) and strangely began to suck. Maybe the Flag would have had better luck if they'd changed their name when they changed their sound. Still, what is Fu Manchu going on about this time?
On this album, FM (as I shall hereby abbreviate them to) tuned down to the key of their first album. This is good, although I miss the fuzzy guitars from their subsequent albums. The cover is a grid of a UFO crossing the sky while an eclipse occurs. Possibly the UFO is flying towards it. I’d prefer the latter. Perhaps the vehicle is the “Sign of infinite power” that FM is trying to tell us about.
The inside CD sleeve isn’t much help. The back of the booklet shows a faint orange oval on a peach-brown background. The eclipse has happened. Then on the back cover, under the cd holder, is our extraterrestrial friend the UFO, above what looks like volume bars in that same orange brown grid-work. Perhaps those are walls, and they are traveling home. On the inside are photos of the band member rocking out. No clues from the band photos.
The inside CD sleeve isn’t much help. The back of the booklet shows a faint orange oval on a peach-brown background. The eclipse has happened. Then on the back cover, under the cd holder, is our extraterrestrial friend the UFO, above what looks like volume bars in that same orange brown grid-work. Perhaps those are walls, and they are traveling home. On the inside are photos of the band member rocking out. No clues from the band photos.
Let’s see if the song titles help any. Everything song title in the book is written in faded, cheaply scanned green lettering against a hideous blackish-green background. So far I’ve heard “Bionic Astronaut,” “Steel Beast Defeated,” Against the Ground,” the strangely titled (even for them) “Webfoot Witch Hat,” “El Busta,” (my Spanish dictionary only had El Busto, meaning a man’s chest. I’m assuming that by changing the end to the feminine “a” they are referring to a woman’s rack. Bravo, sirs. Especially if that word doesn’t actually exist in Spanish); “and now we arrive at “Signs of Infinite Power.” Throughout which singer Scott Hill keeps repeating “It’s a sign…it’s a sign...it’s a sign...of INFINITE POWER!” like some street corner prophet you always tell yourself you’ll stay and listen to on the way to the bar.When you pass by him, he tries to catch your eye; thinking he’s found another convert. You, instead, look at the time on your cell phone (or whatever visual excuse we make in this century to avoid communication, let alone eye contact with those around us) and quickly fade into the crowd of pedestrians striding toward whatever important destination they've made up in their minds.
Now Hill and band are talking about Gargantuans marching. Fair enough. As I turn the back cover on its side, I notice the UFO, in front t of a sun-like planet, looks strangely like the Eye of God pyramid on US currency. So there is a reason to what looks like a rush job CD cover! Scott Hill, you aren’t just preaching alone in the wilderness. Your echoing voice has carried this far over the rocks, weeds, and dried out plains. SIGNS OF INFINITE POWER, indeed, sir.I don’t exactly get it, but you seem to be a man with a plan. I will preach the word of Fu Manchu in every dale and grotto for here on out. Forever and ever, or until the band changes their sound. Amen.
That's Right, A Cassette
My car cd player gets wacky in the cold, so luckily I have a tape deck in there, too. Been rocking this chestnut for two weeks continuous now in all its mid-tempo (for Lemmy and co) majesty. Something about New England winters and Motorhead go well together. It's like tire chains for the spirit.
Best lyric:
I ain't no beauty
but I'm a secret fox
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Day 14: FINAL TRANSMISSION
We regret to inform you that Frederick Hagemeister passed away 13 days ago due to a lack of caffeine, one hour after he stopped drinking coffee. Apparently his body was so wired for a continuous caffeine supply, that his nervous system simply went into shock and fell apart. This message program was set in place to calm a populace alarmed by Fred’s passing.
Here are Fred Hagmeister’s final words:
[cough] I think the recorder is picking this up…If you can still hear me, for the love of God [cough cough] don’t stop drinking caffeine, don’t ever stop. Head to 7-11, buy yourself the largest drink they have. Tell the clerk you’re not a pansy; and to go out back and get you "The Conquistador." He’ll know what you mean. Don’t skimp on the Mountain Dew: NO ICE. [cough cough], excuse me… oh God, blood……
Then, head behind the store and buy some trucker speed from Lenny. He’ll be the gentleman with the leather vest and mirrored shades. Blue Bombers, Red Bennies, Apple Greens, Yellow Jackets, Marching Pills, Brain Ticklers, Bumblebees, Red Horses, Dead Horses, Nightmare Alleys, Dance Fevers, Squirrels, Red Birds, Red Devils, Whizbangs, Highballs, Lowballs, No Balls, El Diablos, Trees and Mollets, Skeegers, Smurfs, Snorks, Boo Berries, Zulus, Cheetahs, Guinea Pigs, Scream in the Nights, Frydaddies, Shabus, Black Cadilliacs, Black Mollies, Blue Mollies, Blue Mollies Deluxe Supreme, Conger Eels, Bombardiers, Sycamores, Creepin’ Willies, French Dukes, Sargon of Akkads, Mike and Ikes, ~THE SHUFFLE~, Bert and Ernies, Bennies, Lennys, Squiggys, Laverenes, Shirlies, West Coast Turnarounds, Dr. Loves, Ace Frehely is the Best Guitarist in the Worlds, Ronald Reagans, and Christmas Trees, the whole rainbow. Buy them all so Lenny can retire with his old lady to Tunisia. Fine crop this year in Tunisia. Don’t ask his opinion of the wares, Lenny never touches the stuff. Cough syrup is how he gets his kicks.
Now, take your baggie and pop handfuls like Skittles, and wash them down with the soda, or you could end up like me… don’t end up like me…. don't ever end up like me-cough, cough, hack, cough………… [END TRANSMISSION]
Day 11-12 of No Caffeine: COMA
Yes, it’s true. I had slipped into a coma for the past few days, and that’s why there have been no posts. I could talk about the blinding light I saw, and all my dead pets who called out to me; I could talk about that. I could talk about how St Peter let me in, but then I had to have some kind of review meeting with Jesus, and how the Lord was not that impressed with my resume and said it seemed like I didn’t even really want to be in heaven. I probably screwed up when I said I give people that impression a lot.
I probably also screwed up when I said I felt there was a little too much singing in Heaven, and that I’ve never been a big fan of musicals. That might have been it. Anyway, next thing I know its Thursday, my birthday, and I’m lying in bed. Did it snow this week or something?
I probably also screwed up when I said I felt there was a little too much singing in Heaven, and that I’ve never been a big fan of musicals. That might have been it. Anyway, next thing I know its Thursday, my birthday, and I’m lying in bed. Did it snow this week or something?
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