Well, it's time to uncover the big cover-up here at Nothin' Sez Somethin'.
Sid Vicious - My Way
The Plasmatics & Motörhead - Stand by Your Man
Devo - Don't Be Cruel
Dropkick Murphys - Fortunate Son
Elvis Costello - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Frank Zappa - Stairway to Heaven
Snoop Dogg - We Will Rock You
Green Day - Time After Time
Johnny Cash - Personal Jesus
L7 - Hanging on the Telephone
Devo - Head like a Hole
Lunachicks - Heart of Glass
Marilyn Manson - Another Brick in the Wall
Misfits - Great Balls of Fire
Motörhead - Blue Suede Shoes
Murderdolls - White Wedding
Nick Cave - Here Comes the Sun
The Pogues - Maggie May
Veruca Salt - Bodies
Enjoy,
NØ
UPDATE 3/11/09 - Thanks to lazy & anonymous for the heads up on these files. they are now re-uploaded & good to go in glorious 320kbps. Enjoy!
Lost links & Re-ups
On any post, if the link is no longer good, leave a comment if you want the music re-uploaded. As long as I still have the file, or the record, cd, or cassette to re-rip, I will gladly accommodate in a timely manner all such requests.
Slinging tuneage like some fried or otherwise soused short-order cook
Slinging tuneage like some fried or otherwise soused short-order cook
28 November 2008
Too Much Metamucil
UPDATE: This post was re-uploaded 12/22/2013. Enjoy, NØ.
Four bands that had too much Metamucil. The third release from Temp, Arizona label Cactus Prick Records.
This Dick -
Misery Index - Corrosive
Sanity Assassins - Lost Your Way
That Dick -
Sockeye - Two Babies Fucking
Sockeye - Fight for Change
Legendary Lunch - Johnny Sunshine
Enjoy,
NØ
Four bands that had too much Metamucil. The third release from Temp, Arizona label Cactus Prick Records.
Various Artists - Four Bands that Had too Much Metamucil,
Cactus Prick Records 003, 1994.
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Cactus Prick Records 003, 1994.
decryption code in comments
This Dick -
Misery Index - Corrosive
Sanity Assassins - Lost Your Way
That Dick -
Sockeye - Two Babies Fucking
Sockeye - Fight for Change
Legendary Lunch - Johnny Sunshine
Enjoy,
NØ
25 November 2008
The Playground Compilation 7"
UPDATE: This post was re-uploaded 07/24/2014. Enjoy, NØ
Various Artists - The Playground Compilation, Playground Records 001, 1991.
San Jose Side:
Krupted Peasant Farmers - Rednecks in Love
Preachers That Lie - Sticky for Nikky
Sunnyvale Side:
Collateral Damage - Unblinking Eye
Vomit Pancakes - Kids Suck
Vomit Pancakes - Dressed to Impress
Enjoy,
NØ
23 November 2008
Re-ups & such
Checking back through my older posts, I found a few new comments that I need to address.
Johnthepunk - Thanks for letting me know about the Tape-Beatles links. Bestsharing is no more & those links were dead. I have re-upped both parts & also added the bands album The Grand Delusion.
Anonymous - Thanks for the heads up about the duplicate Pigbag track. I fixed the Pigbag link. Whoops!
Brooklyn Bill - Thanks for the comment about RootBoy. I added your Computers That Breathe blog to my links.
Anonymous - re Totempole. You are most welcome. Always glad to share the musick.
Thanks again to these & all.
NØ
19 November 2008
Honeymoon Killers
UPDATE: This post was re-uploaded
08/31/2013. Enjoy, NØ.
The Honeymoon Killers were a New York City band formed in the early 1980s by the multi-talented Jerry Teel. Though they are often lumped with bands such as Pussy Galore & other garage-y Noise bands, they never really achieved the success they rightly deserved. I was fortunate enough to have seen them several times live & I'm here to tell you they were the real deal. They began as a four-piece firmly rooted in the aesthetics of the splatter drive-in. Their sound is abrasive & primitive, kinda like The Cramps with less-commercial instincts & an even sicker sense of humor.
A partial list of Jerry Teels many projects:
1. was in the Sno-Caps on guitar with Lisa Wells on bass & Claire Slater on drums;
2. was in Huge Killer Ship on guitar with Claire Slater on bass & lead vocal ,Stephen Gullo on
drums, Stan Satin on saxophone, &Ted Parsons on drums (Ted went on to play with Prong);
3. was in Honeymoon Killers;
4. was in Boss Hog on guitar for the first two albums;
5. was in Chrome Cranks;
6. was in Little Porkchop;
7. was in Knoxville Girls;
8. has appeared with the Workdogs on a couple of songs & on one entire LP;
9. has appeared on the Cheater Slicks' fourth album;
10. has a studio called Funhouse, together with William Weber;
11. recorded/mixed/engineered/produced the first Dura-Delinquent album;
12. recorded/mixed/engineered/produced the 20 Miles 3x7";
13. recorded/mixed the 3-track debut-CD release by Lynnea;
14. appeared on harp on/produced a 7" by Spanish band Pretty Fuck Luck;
15. recorded the debut 7" & debut LP by Dan Melchior's Broke Revue;
16. recorded the 2nd 7" by The Starlite Desperation;
17. recorded the debut 12" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs;
18. appears on Spencer Dickinson's debut CD;
19. recorded, together with Peter Arsenault, the third album by 20 Miles;
20. is in Jerry Teel & The Big City Stompers;
21. produced the Detonations' debut Static Vision CD;
22. appears on guitar on Rob K's The End Of The Earth CD;
23. was, as a one-off, in Bewitched.
Honeymoon Killers - Honeymoon Killers From Mars, Fur Records, 1984.
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all decryption codes in comments
This first release from Honeymoon Killers was recorded in four-track horror fidelity beneath the Sixth Street Butcher Shop in NYC. Jerry Teel - guitar, Michael O'Neill - guitar, Lisa Wells - bass, & Claire Lawrence-Slater - drums. Graphics by Frankenjerry.
This Side -
Honeymoon Killers
Cornbread Fed
I Love to Eat
Rooms of Doom
Place in France
Other Side -
Ubangi Stomp
Cat People
Who Do You Love
Shake
Honeymoon Killers - Let It Breed , Fur Records, 1986.
After half of the band split, guitarist Jerry Teel & bassist Lisa recruited drummer Sally Edroso/Barry for Let It Breed, another crunching descent into tongue-in-cheek sonic warfare. Side A was recorded at Noise New York & engineered by the infamous Kramer. Side B was recorded at CBGB in such a way as to suggest the sound of a bottomless pit. This time the women share more of the vocal chores, chiming in with Jerry for a neat X/Cramps-like effect; they also exchange bass & drum chores on the brief "Zoo Train."
This Side -
Power Man
Injun Joe
Dr. Pain
Rich 'N' Famous
Dip it in the Gravey
Day of the Dead
That Side -
Zoo Train
Brain Dead Bird Brain
Face of a Beast
Don Gato
Godzilla
Honeymoon Killers - Hung Far Low, Fist Puppet/Cargo Records Fist 002, 1991.
Jerry Teel - guitar, vocals, & harmonica, Lisa Wells - bass, & from the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, Jon Spencer - guitar & trombone, & Russell Simins - drums, vocals, & bongo.
Red vinyl LP. Artwork by Jens Jurgenson.
Side A -
Mad Dog
Kansas City Milkman
Mr. Big Stuff
Vanna White (Goddess of Love)
You Can't Do That
Quittin' Time
Side B -
Devil's Jump
Tanks a Lot
Fannie Mae
Scootch Says
Something's Wrong
Madwoman Blues
Whole Lotta Crap
Enjoy,
NØ
16 November 2008
Earhole Stuffer
Been filling my earholes with stuff I picked up recently from mp3 blogs around the Web. Here's a bit, in no particular order (except I started with the longest song title [& running time 10:41] first):
from Every Red Heart Shines Toward the Red Sun by Red Sparowes - Millions Starved & Became Skinnier & Skinnier While Our Leaders Became Fatter & Fatter
from Rubbed Out by Alexis Taylor - I Thought this Was Ours
from Harsh World by The Jack Brewere Band - Serpent of My Ways
from Another Orangutango flexidisc by Pigbag - Another Orangutango
from Microcastle by Deerhunter - Nothing Ever Happened
from DIY cd by Man is the Bastard - Lobotomize a Cop
from Turn Radio On by J.P. Massiera & Bernard Torelli - Radio Galaxia
from Goddess on a Hiway by Mercury Rev - I Only Have Eyes for You
from Squatter's Rights by Thin White Rope - Everybody's Been Burned
from Quick Culture by Quick Culture - Sister
From Lights Unfold by Beme Seed - Calling Peace on Earth
from Santa Dog by The Residents - Santa Dog '78,...er Santa Dog '78,...er Santa Dog '84,...er Santa Dog '88
Enjoy,
NØ
14 November 2008
Hello America
By the Year 2030, the American continent had been abandoned. Its great cities were empty. On board the SS Apollo are the descendants of Americans who left their homeland when the economy collapsed. Now, nearly a century later, in 2114, an expedition from Europe reaches the Atlantic coast off what had once been Brooklyn... back cover notes
" 'There's gold, Wayne, gold dust everywhere! Wake up! The streets of America are paved with gold!'
Later, when they beached the SS Apollo against the derelict Cunard pier at the lower tip of Manhattan, Wayne would remember...
Annoyed with himself - already trembling with excitement like a child - Wayne looked out at the magnetic coast. An immense golden sheen lay over the Brooklyn shoreline, reflected from the silent quays & warehouses. The afternoon sun hung above the deserted Manhattan streets, adding its light to the glittering field above. For a moment Wayne almost believed that these long-silent avenues & expressways had carpeted themselves with the rarest treasures in preparation for just his visit.
Behind the Apollo was the massive span of the Verrazano Narrows suspension bridge, long familiar to Wayne from the ancient slides in the Geographical Society library in Dublin. He had gazed for hours at the photographs, as he had at a thousand other images of America, but he was unprepared for the spectacular size & mysterious form of the bridge. In some ways it had managed to exaggerate itself during that long century it had been forgotten by everyone else. Many of the vertical cables had snapped, & the huge copper-hued structure, covered with rust & verdigris, resembled a recumbent harp that had played its last song to the indifferent sea.
Wayne stared at the approaching city, again unable to reconcile the scene in front of him with the image of the Manhattan skyline he had day-dreamed over in the darkness of the library projection room. Dozens of towers rose through the afternoon light. Even at a distance of three miles the glass curtain-walling of these huge buildings glowed like bronze mirrors, as if the streets below them were stacked with bullion. Wayne could see the old Empire State Building, venerable patriarch of the city...& the 200-storey OPEC Tower which dominated Wall Street, its neon sign pointing towards Mecca. Together they formed the familiar skyline whose peaks & canyons Wayne knew by heart, & which now seemed transformed by this dream of gold...
Not one in a thousand Europeans of Wayne's age would have had the faintest idea what these scenic views represented. Sadly, Europe, Asia, & the rest of the world had long since lost interest in America. But clearly Captain Steiner had guessed that Wayne would recognise them...
'With luck you'll be seeing them soon. Tell me, Wayne, from where in the United States did your family originally come?' He glanced at Wayne's long-boned figure, child-like straw hair. 'Kansas, the Midwest somewhere? You look like a Texan...'
'New England!' Wayne lied before stopping himself. 'Jamestown. My great-grandfather ran a hardware store.'
'Jamestown?' Steiner nodded sagely, careful not to smile as he beckoned Wayne to the door. 'Well, you're going back to the beginning, all right. Perhaps you'll start everything up again, Wayne. You could even be President. From stowaway to the White House, stranger things have happened.' He gazed thoughtfully at Wayne, his shrewd, navigator's face almost serious, set in a curious expression Wayne was to remember for ever.
'Think, Wayne - the forty-fifth President of the United States...' "
by JG Ballard, Hello America, Chapter 1 "The Golden Coast", Triad / Panther Books, 1983.
Enjoy,
NØ
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" 'There's gold, Wayne, gold dust everywhere! Wake up! The streets of America are paved with gold!'
Later, when they beached the SS Apollo against the derelict Cunard pier at the lower tip of Manhattan, Wayne would remember...
Annoyed with himself - already trembling with excitement like a child - Wayne looked out at the magnetic coast. An immense golden sheen lay over the Brooklyn shoreline, reflected from the silent quays & warehouses. The afternoon sun hung above the deserted Manhattan streets, adding its light to the glittering field above. For a moment Wayne almost believed that these long-silent avenues & expressways had carpeted themselves with the rarest treasures in preparation for just his visit.
Behind the Apollo was the massive span of the Verrazano Narrows suspension bridge, long familiar to Wayne from the ancient slides in the Geographical Society library in Dublin. He had gazed for hours at the photographs, as he had at a thousand other images of America, but he was unprepared for the spectacular size & mysterious form of the bridge. In some ways it had managed to exaggerate itself during that long century it had been forgotten by everyone else. Many of the vertical cables had snapped, & the huge copper-hued structure, covered with rust & verdigris, resembled a recumbent harp that had played its last song to the indifferent sea.
Wayne stared at the approaching city, again unable to reconcile the scene in front of him with the image of the Manhattan skyline he had day-dreamed over in the darkness of the library projection room. Dozens of towers rose through the afternoon light. Even at a distance of three miles the glass curtain-walling of these huge buildings glowed like bronze mirrors, as if the streets below them were stacked with bullion. Wayne could see the old Empire State Building, venerable patriarch of the city...& the 200-storey OPEC Tower which dominated Wall Street, its neon sign pointing towards Mecca. Together they formed the familiar skyline whose peaks & canyons Wayne knew by heart, & which now seemed transformed by this dream of gold...
Not one in a thousand Europeans of Wayne's age would have had the faintest idea what these scenic views represented. Sadly, Europe, Asia, & the rest of the world had long since lost interest in America. But clearly Captain Steiner had guessed that Wayne would recognise them...
'With luck you'll be seeing them soon. Tell me, Wayne, from where in the United States did your family originally come?' He glanced at Wayne's long-boned figure, child-like straw hair. 'Kansas, the Midwest somewhere? You look like a Texan...'
'New England!' Wayne lied before stopping himself. 'Jamestown. My great-grandfather ran a hardware store.'
'Jamestown?' Steiner nodded sagely, careful not to smile as he beckoned Wayne to the door. 'Well, you're going back to the beginning, all right. Perhaps you'll start everything up again, Wayne. You could even be President. From stowaway to the White House, stranger things have happened.' He gazed thoughtfully at Wayne, his shrewd, navigator's face almost serious, set in a curious expression Wayne was to remember for ever.
'Think, Wayne - the forty-fifth President of the United States...' "
by JG Ballard, Hello America, Chapter 1 "The Golden Coast", Triad / Panther Books, 1983.
Enjoy,
NØ
12 November 2008
Time for a Little Something...
This one goes out to Jeffen, not because he requested it, but because he commented positively the last time I posted some Cringer. These East Bay punks kick out delightfully tuneful hardcore. Great production, great lyrics, great music. Simply put, great! Possibly their best release. "Signals" is particularly tastee!
Title Side:
Triangle Pt 2
Petrograd
Cartoon Side:
Stump
Signals
Enjoy,
NØ
Title Side:
Triangle Pt 2
Petrograd
Cartoon Side:
Stump
Signals
Enjoy,
NØ
11 November 2008
I AM DYING, MEESTER?
UPDATE: This post has been re-uploaded 04/30/2015. Enjoy, NØ!
EPILOGUE (1963)
Panama clung to our bodies---Probably cut---Anything made this dream---It has consumed the customers of fossil orgasm---Ran into my old friend Jones---So badly off, forgotten, coughing in 1920 movie---Vaudeville voices hustle sick dawn breath on bed service---Idiot Mambo spattered backwards---I nearly suffocated trying on the boy's breath---That's Panama---Nitrous flesh swept out by your voice & end of receiving set---Brain eating birds patrol the low frequency brain waves---Post card waiting forgotten civilians '& they are all on jelly fish, Meester---Panama photo shop---Dead post card of junk'
Sad hand down backward time track---
Genital pawn ticket peeled his stale
underwear---
Brief boy on screen laughing my skivies all the way down---
Whispers of dark street in Puerto Assis---Meester smiles through the village wastrel---Orgasm siphoned back telegram: 'Johnny pants down'.---(That stale summer dawn smell in the garage---Vines twisting through steel---Bare feet in dog's excrement.)
Panama clung to our bodies from Las Palmas to David on camphor sweet smells of cooking paregoric---Burned down the republic---The druggist no glot clom Fliday---Panama mirrors of 1910 under seal in any drug store---He threw in the towel, morning light on cold coffee---
Junk kept nagging me: 'Lushed in East St Louis, I knew you'd come scraping bone---Once a junky always spongy & rotten---I knew your life---Junk sick four days there.'
Stale breakfast table---Little cat smile---Pain & death smell of his sickness in the room with me---Three souvenir shots of Panama city---Old friend came & stayed all day---Face eaten by 'I need more'---I have noticed this in the New World---'You come with me, Meester?'
& Joselito moved in at Las Playas during the essentials---Stuck in this place---Iridescent lagoons, swamp delta, gas flares---Bubbles of coal gas still be saying 'A ver, Luckees!' a hundred years from now---A rotting teak wood balcony propped up by Ecuador.
'The brujo began crooning a special case---It was like going under ether into the eyes of a shrunken head---Numb, covered with layers of cotton---Don't know if you got my last hints trying to break out of this numb dizziness with Chinese characters---All I want is out of here---Hurry up please---Took possession of me---How many plots have made a botanical expedition like this before they could take place?---Scenic railways---I am dying cross wine dizziness---I was saying over & over "Shifted commissions where the awning flaps" Flashes in front of your eyes your voice & end of the line'
That whinning Panama clung to our bodies---I went into Chico's Bar on mouldy pawn ticket, waiting in 1920 movie for a rum coke---Nitrous flesh under this honky tonk swept out by your voice: 'Driving Nails In My Coffin'---Brain eating birds patrol 'Your Cheating Heart'---Dead post card waiting a place forgotten---Light concussion of 1920 movie---Casual adolescent had undergone special G.I. processing---Evening on the boy's naked flesh---Kept trying to touch in sleep---'Old photographer trick wait for Johnny---Here goes Mexican cemetery.' On the sea wall met a boy with red & white striped T shirt---P.G. town in the purple twilight---The boy pealed off his stale underwear scraping erection---Warm rain on the iron roof---Under the ceiling fan stood naked on bed service---Bodies touched electric film, contact sparks tingled---Fan whiffs of young hard on washing adolescent T shirt---The blood smells drowned voices & end of line---That's Panama---Sad movie drifting in islands of rubbish, black lagoons & fish people waiting a place forgotten---Fossil honky tonk swept out by a ceiling fan---Old photographer trick tuned them out.
'I am dying, Meester?'
Flashes in front of my eyes naked & sullen---Rotten dawn wind in sleep---Death rot on Panama photo where the awning flaps.
from The Yage Letters, William S. Burroughs
I know more now than I did here at the time.
Yage is the fictional pseudonym of Brian Dougans & Garry Cobain from
FSOL. Often credited as the "engineer" on FSOL releases. "The Yage Letters" is the fourth track from the 2008s The Woodlands of Old.
I decided to add the track "Yage" from The Future Sound of London's 1996 release Dead Cities as well.
EPILOGUE (1963)
Sad hand down backward time track---
Genital pawn ticket peeled his stale
underwear---
Brief boy on screen laughing my skivies all the way down---
Whispers of dark street in Puerto Assis---Meester smiles through the village wastrel---Orgasm siphoned back telegram: 'Johnny pants down'.---(That stale summer dawn smell in the garage---Vines twisting through steel---Bare feet in dog's excrement.)
Panama clung to our bodies from Las Palmas to David on camphor sweet smells of cooking paregoric---Burned down the republic---The druggist no glot clom Fliday---Panama mirrors of 1910 under seal in any drug store---He threw in the towel, morning light on cold coffee---
Junk kept nagging me: 'Lushed in East St Louis, I knew you'd come scraping bone---Once a junky always spongy & rotten---I knew your life---Junk sick four days there.'
Stale breakfast table---Little cat smile---Pain & death smell of his sickness in the room with me---Three souvenir shots of Panama city---Old friend came & stayed all day---Face eaten by 'I need more'---I have noticed this in the New World---'You come with me, Meester?'
& Joselito moved in at Las Playas during the essentials---Stuck in this place---Iridescent lagoons, swamp delta, gas flares---Bubbles of coal gas still be saying 'A ver, Luckees!' a hundred years from now---A rotting teak wood balcony propped up by Ecuador.
'The brujo began crooning a special case---It was like going under ether into the eyes of a shrunken head---Numb, covered with layers of cotton---Don't know if you got my last hints trying to break out of this numb dizziness with Chinese characters---All I want is out of here---Hurry up please---Took possession of me---How many plots have made a botanical expedition like this before they could take place?---Scenic railways---I am dying cross wine dizziness---I was saying over & over "Shifted commissions where the awning flaps" Flashes in front of your eyes your voice & end of the line'
That whinning Panama clung to our bodies---I went into Chico's Bar on mouldy pawn ticket, waiting in 1920 movie for a rum coke---Nitrous flesh under this honky tonk swept out by your voice: 'Driving Nails In My Coffin'---Brain eating birds patrol 'Your Cheating Heart'---Dead post card waiting a place forgotten---Light concussion of 1920 movie---Casual adolescent had undergone special G.I. processing---Evening on the boy's naked flesh---Kept trying to touch in sleep---'Old photographer trick wait for Johnny---Here goes Mexican cemetery.' On the sea wall met a boy with red & white striped T shirt---P.G. town in the purple twilight---The boy pealed off his stale underwear scraping erection---Warm rain on the iron roof---Under the ceiling fan stood naked on bed service---Bodies touched electric film, contact sparks tingled---Fan whiffs of young hard on washing adolescent T shirt---The blood smells drowned voices & end of line---That's Panama---Sad movie drifting in islands of rubbish, black lagoons & fish people waiting a place forgotten---Fossil honky tonk swept out by a ceiling fan---Old photographer trick tuned them out.
'I am dying, Meester?'
Flashes in front of my eyes naked & sullen---Rotten dawn wind in sleep---Death rot on Panama photo where the awning flaps.
from The Yage Letters, William S. Burroughs
09 November 2008
Bill Nelson Deluxe
UPDATE: This post was re-uploaded 08/24/2013. Enjoy, NØ.
"Adventures in a Yorkshire Landscape", "Axe Victim", "No Trains to Heaven"...whether in Be Bop Deluxe, Red Noise, or solo performances, I have always considered Bill Nelson a consummate musickian, who creates aural landscapes of unbelievable beauty, undeniable life, & often unappreciated depth. Here is some of his musick for your listening pleasure:
"Sounding the Ritual Echo was recorded in the privacy of my own home on broken or faulty tape machines & speakers, each track possessing its own technological deformity. For this I offer no apology as the music owes its existence to a very personal & selfish obsession. As a direct result, some pieces will require a little patience.
This album, originally released in a limited edition in 1981 as a bonus album for Quit Dreaming & Get on the Beam , was the first in a series of purely instrumental albums issued by Cocteau Records from the archives of the Echo Observatory." - Bill Nelson
Side 1 -
Annunciation
The Ritual Echo
Sleep
Near East
Emak Bakia
My Intricate Image
Endless Orchids
The Heat in the Room
Side 2 -
Another Willingly Opened Window
Vanishing Parades
Glass Fish
Cubical Domes
Ashes of Roses
The Shadow Garden
Opium
Written, composed, & played by Bill Nelson. Originally released as part of the Trial by Intimacy boxed set in 1984.
Side 1 -
Antennae Two
Transmission (N.B.C. 97293)
The Sleep of Hollywood
The Celestial Bridegroom
Under the Red Arch
Orient Pearl
Sacrament
Falling Blossoms
The Difficulty of Being
Zanoni
The Chinese Nightingale
Side 2 -
Tantra
Soon September (Another Enchantment)
Rural Shires
Perfidio Incanto
The Lost Years
The Charm of Transit
Night Thoughts (Twilight Radio)
Wysteria
Swing
Snowfall
Realm of Dusk
Over Ocean
Written, composed, & played by Bill Nelson. Originally released as part of the Trial by Intimacy boxed set in 1984.
Side 1 -
Sex Party Six
Wider Windows for the Walls of the World
Time in Tokyo
Happily Addicted to You
Snakes with Wings
The Boy Pilots of Bangkok
Erotikon
Birds in Two Hemispheres
Windmills in a World Without Wind
Side 2 -
Love's First Kiss
Initiation of the Heart's Desire
Edge of Tears
Test of Affection
Words Across Tables
A Promise of Perfume
This Dangerous Age
The Glass Breakfast
Talk Technique
The Last Summer for Dancing
View from a Balcony
Produced, & all instruments by Bill Nelson except saxophone on "The Man in the Rexine Suit" by Ian Nelson.
Side 1 -
The Man in the Rexine Suit
Watching My Dream Boat Go Down in Flames
The Meat Room
Side 2 -
Narcosis
Another Happy Thought (Carved for Ever in Your Cortex)
Portrait of Jan with Moon & Stars
Composed, performed & produced by Bill Nelson. Recorded at the Echo Observatory, Yorkshire. Music from the soundtrack of the TV Series.
Side 1 -
Legions of the Endless Night
Spinning Creatures
At the Gates of the Singing Garden
Heavenly Message Number One
Heavenly Message Number Two
Heavenly Message Number Three
Fellini's Picnic
Dark Angel
Infernal Regions
Dance of the Fragrant Woman
Side 2 -
The Alchemy of Ecstacy
Aphrodite Adorned
The Wheel of Fortune & the Hand of Fate
Forked Tongues, Mixed Blessings
Another Tricky Mission for the Celestial Pilot
Water of Life (Transfiguration)
Record One subtitled "Eaux d'Artifice" is a collection of remixes, obscure B-sides & rarities never before presented in album form.
Side A -
The Best that Can't Go Wrong
White Sound
Living in My Limousine (Remix)
Flesh
Eros Arriving (Single Version)
Hope for the Heartbeat (Remix)
The Passion
Side B -
Ideal Homes
Instantly Yours
Atom Man Loves Radium Girl
Mr. Magnetism Himself
The Burning Question
Haunting in My Head
He & Sleep Were Brothers
Record Two subtitled "Confessions of a Four Track Mind" is made up of domestically recorded four-track demo tapes which due to lack of time were never developed further.
Side C -
Connie Buys a Kodak
Be My Dynamo
Touch & Glow
Love Without Fear
Dada Guitare
Turn to Fiction
Side D -
Rooms with Brittle Views
Love in the Abstract
Daily Bells
Hers is a Lush Situation
When the Birds Return
All My Wives Were Iron
Conceived, arranged & produced by Bill Nelson. Recorded at the Echo Observatory, Yorkshire. Released under the name Bill Nelson's Orchestra Arcana because of his contract with CBS at the time.
Side A -
Christ Via Wires
Clock Conscious
I Wonder
Eastern Electric
Search & Listen
News from Nowhere
One Man's Fetish is Another Man's Faith
Side B -
Right, then Left
Iconography
The Gods Speak
Life Class
Alter Natives
Sex, Psyche, Etcetera
Written, recorded, produced by Bill Nelson.
Recorded at the Echo Observatory, Yorkshire.
Side A -
Exactly the Way You Want It
Why Be Lonely
Everday is a Better Day
The Receiver & The Fountain Pen
Welcome Home, Mr. Kane
This is True
Greeting a New Day
The Breath in My Father's Saxophone
Side B -
Our Lady of Apparitions
The Whole City Between Us
Deva Dance
Always Looking Forward to Tomorrow
World thru' Fast Car Window
Profiles, Hearts, Stars
Daughter of Dream Come True
Alchemia
Enjoy,
NØ
UPDATE - Optimism is finally uplaoded, no thanks to me, but thanks to a visitor who
bothered to take the time to leave a comment...thanks djethell
"Adventures in a Yorkshire Landscape", "Axe Victim", "No Trains to Heaven"...whether in Be Bop Deluxe, Red Noise, or solo performances, I have always considered Bill Nelson a consummate musickian, who creates aural landscapes of unbelievable beauty, undeniable life, & often unappreciated depth. Here is some of his musick for your listening pleasure:
Bill Nelson - Sounding the Ritual Echo (Atmospheres for Dreaming),
Enigma Records 7 73382-4, 1989.
all decryption codes for this post are in comments
Enigma Records 7 73382-4, 1989.
all decryption codes for this post are in comments
"Sounding the Ritual Echo was recorded in the privacy of my own home on broken or faulty tape machines & speakers, each track possessing its own technological deformity. For this I offer no apology as the music owes its existence to a very personal & selfish obsession. As a direct result, some pieces will require a little patience.
This album, originally released in a limited edition in 1981 as a bonus album for Quit Dreaming & Get on the Beam , was the first in a series of purely instrumental albums issued by Cocteau Records from the archives of the Echo Observatory." - Bill Nelson
Side 1 -
Annunciation
The Ritual Echo
Sleep
Near East
Emak Bakia
My Intricate Image
Endless Orchids
The Heat in the Room
Side 2 -
Another Willingly Opened Window
Vanishing Parades
Glass Fish
Cubical Domes
Ashes of Roses
The Shadow Garden
Opium
Written, composed, & played by Bill Nelson. Originally released as part of the Trial by Intimacy boxed set in 1984.
Side 1 -
Antennae Two
Transmission (N.B.C. 97293)
The Sleep of Hollywood
The Celestial Bridegroom
Under the Red Arch
Orient Pearl
Sacrament
Falling Blossoms
The Difficulty of Being
Zanoni
The Chinese Nightingale
Side 2 -
Tantra
Soon September (Another Enchantment)
Rural Shires
Perfidio Incanto
The Lost Years
The Charm of Transit
Night Thoughts (Twilight Radio)
Wysteria
Swing
Snowfall
Realm of Dusk
Over Ocean
Bill Nelson - A Catalogue of Obsessions, Enigma Records 7 73379-4, 1989.
Written, composed, & played by Bill Nelson. Originally released as part of the Trial by Intimacy boxed set in 1984.
Side 1 -
Sex Party Six
Wider Windows for the Walls of the World
Time in Tokyo
Happily Addicted to You
Snakes with Wings
The Boy Pilots of Bangkok
Erotikon
Birds in Two Hemispheres
Windmills in a World Without Wind
Side 2 -
Love's First Kiss
Initiation of the Heart's Desire
Edge of Tears
Test of Affection
Words Across Tables
A Promise of Perfume
This Dangerous Age
The Glass Breakfast
Talk Technique
The Last Summer for Dancing
View from a Balcony
Produced, & all instruments by Bill Nelson except saxophone on "The Man in the Rexine Suit" by Ian Nelson.
Side 1 -
The Man in the Rexine Suit
Watching My Dream Boat Go Down in Flames
The Meat Room
Side 2 -
Narcosis
Another Happy Thought (Carved for Ever in Your Cortex)
Portrait of Jan with Moon & Stars
Bill Nelson - Map Of Dreams, Enigma Records 7 73389-4, 1989.
Composed, performed & produced by Bill Nelson. Recorded at the Echo Observatory, Yorkshire. Music from the soundtrack of the TV Series.
Side 1 -
Legions of the Endless Night
Spinning Creatures
At the Gates of the Singing Garden
Heavenly Message Number One
Heavenly Message Number Two
Heavenly Message Number Three
Fellini's Picnic
Dark Angel
Infernal Regions
Dance of the Fragrant Woman
Side 2 -
The Alchemy of Ecstacy
Aphrodite Adorned
The Wheel of Fortune & the Hand of Fate
Forked Tongues, Mixed Blessings
Another Tricky Mission for the Celestial Pilot
Water of Life (Transfiguration)
Record One subtitled "Eaux d'Artifice" is a collection of remixes, obscure B-sides & rarities never before presented in album form.
Side A -
The Best that Can't Go Wrong
White Sound
Living in My Limousine (Remix)
Flesh
Eros Arriving (Single Version)
Hope for the Heartbeat (Remix)
The Passion
Side B -
Ideal Homes
Instantly Yours
Atom Man Loves Radium Girl
Mr. Magnetism Himself
The Burning Question
Haunting in My Head
He & Sleep Were Brothers
Record Two subtitled "Confessions of a Four Track Mind" is made up of domestically recorded four-track demo tapes which due to lack of time were never developed further.
Side C -
Connie Buys a Kodak
Be My Dynamo
Touch & Glow
Love Without Fear
Dada Guitare
Turn to Fiction
Side D -
Rooms with Brittle Views
Love in the Abstract
Daily Bells
Hers is a Lush Situation
When the Birds Return
All My Wives Were Iron
Conceived, arranged & produced by Bill Nelson. Recorded at the Echo Observatory, Yorkshire. Released under the name Bill Nelson's Orchestra Arcana because of his contract with CBS at the time.
Side A -
Christ Via Wires
Clock Conscious
I Wonder
Eastern Electric
Search & Listen
News from Nowhere
One Man's Fetish is Another Man's Faith
Side B -
Right, then Left
Iconography
The Gods Speak
Life Class
Alter Natives
Sex, Psyche, Etcetera
Bill Nelson's Orchestra Arcana - Optimism, Cocteau Records JC21, 1988.
Written, recorded, produced by Bill Nelson.
Recorded at the Echo Observatory, Yorkshire.
Side A -
Exactly the Way You Want It
Why Be Lonely
Everday is a Better Day
The Receiver & The Fountain Pen
Welcome Home, Mr. Kane
This is True
Greeting a New Day
The Breath in My Father's Saxophone
Side B -
Our Lady of Apparitions
The Whole City Between Us
Deva Dance
Always Looking Forward to Tomorrow
World thru' Fast Car Window
Profiles, Hearts, Stars
Daughter of Dream Come True
Alchemia
Enjoy,
NØ
UPDATE - Optimism is finally uplaoded, no thanks to me, but thanks to a visitor who
bothered to take the time to leave a comment...thanks djethell
02 November 2008
the FUs
The old householder is awakened by someone beating on his door.
"Oh God," he moans, "another drunken Indian." He slips on his army jacket & drops a snub-nosed Charter Arms revolver---the one that killed Lennon---in the side pocket. He leans against the wall for a moment, feeling a sharp pain in his left arm & shoulder.
"Go away. I'll call the police."
"Won't get here in time to do any good. You ruined my daughter."
"We'll be there right away, sir." The door is about to give way. The householder stands about eight feet away from the door, gun leveled. Sirens approaching.
The door gives way. The Indian rushes in with a baseball bat, his eyes wild, like an enraged horse. The squad car screeches to a stop outside. The householder shoots the Indian in the leg. The Indian falls, groaning, & rolls on his side.
Door bursts open & wild-eyed cops rush in, guns drawn. Seeing a man in an army-type jacket, Officer Mike assumes it is the intruder. He doesn't waste time. Pumps three shots in. Householder clutches his chest & falls. Mike turns away, grimly holstering his gun.
"We got him."
"Are you badly hurt, sir?"
He puts a solicitous hand on the Indian's back. It's good P.R. Slowly the Indian turns toward them, his face blank with pain & shock. They start back in horror. "Oh God," they moan in unison. Marv, the older partner, gives the agreed-upon sign. Ambulance siren in the distance.
"Let me handle this; just back me up."
They help the Indian into a chair.
"You're a hero!"
"He was a communist."
"Good thing you shot him, & we are deputizing you."
The cop shoves the gun into his hand. Sirens getting closer. The Indian looks down at the gun with stupid incredulity. Cops helping me into a chair? Handing me a gun? Ambulance turns the corner, two houses away. Slugs rip into the Indian's chest. No time for finesse. They kick over tables, pull over a bookcase. One tosses a chair through a window as the ambulance screeches to a stop.
______________________________________
"It was hairy, Boss, real hairy. The Injun went bonkers, grabbed Mike's gun & shot the householder. As God's my witness, he had the strength of twenty men. I warned him that we were police officers, but he leveled the gun at us & I was forced to shoot."
"The Chief will see you guys now."
"Is this your report?"
"Yes Chief, that's it."
"Stinks like buzzard puke."
"What's wrong with it, Chief?"
"Well for starters, nobody could have done what you say happened. Bullet angles are all wrong."
"Aw, Chief..."
"Besides, the householder didn't die."
"Didn't---" He caught himself in time. "Well, that's marvelous," he said with a horrible smile. "Guy shot in the chest like that could get things all twisted around."
"He was wearing a bullet-proof vest. He had a heart attack, but he's all right now & screaming for your blood: 'Not only do I have to protect myself from drunken Indians but also from insane fuck-up cops---fucking FUs!' "
"Chief, I swear to fucking Christ I saw a drunken Indian standing there with a gun in his hand, clear as I'm seeing you now."
"& what else did you see? The gates of heaven? Jesus fucking Christ awarding you the Golden Prick for bravery? Well, you two clowns have had it this time. You're nothing but FUs, the both of you."
"Well Chief," says Marv, smiling & wriggling to ingratiate himself, "sure we're FUs; That's why we got on the force in the first place. A gun & a badge can cover a lot of FUs."
"All right, boys. I'm going to give you a chance to square yourselves."
"We'll do anything, Chief, anything."
"It's hairy, boys. One big drug bust. On this one, it's shoot first & remember, dead men tell no lies. Ketch?"
"Running with it, Chief."
"You can pick up what you need at the arsenal. I suggest Ithaca pumps with number four shot."
The FUs exit. The Chief smiles. He is taking out a columnist who's been riding his ass, & a roomful of liberal bleeding-hearts, vocals by Joan Baez.
Will the FUs get a third chance? Will the FUs strike again?
from Tornado Alley,
William S. Burroughs
"Oh God," he moans, "another drunken Indian." He slips on his army jacket & drops a snub-nosed Charter Arms revolver---the one that killed Lennon---in the side pocket. He leans against the wall for a moment, feeling a sharp pain in his left arm & shoulder.
"Go away. I'll call the police."
"Won't get here in time to do any good. You ruined my daughter."
"We'll be there right away, sir." The door is about to give way. The householder stands about eight feet away from the door, gun leveled. Sirens approaching.
The door gives way. The Indian rushes in with a baseball bat, his eyes wild, like an enraged horse. The squad car screeches to a stop outside. The householder shoots the Indian in the leg. The Indian falls, groaning, & rolls on his side.
Door bursts open & wild-eyed cops rush in, guns drawn. Seeing a man in an army-type jacket, Officer Mike assumes it is the intruder. He doesn't waste time. Pumps three shots in. Householder clutches his chest & falls. Mike turns away, grimly holstering his gun.
"We got him."
"Are you badly hurt, sir?"
He puts a solicitous hand on the Indian's back. It's good P.R. Slowly the Indian turns toward them, his face blank with pain & shock. They start back in horror. "Oh God," they moan in unison. Marv, the older partner, gives the agreed-upon sign. Ambulance siren in the distance.
"Let me handle this; just back me up."
They help the Indian into a chair.
"You're a hero!"
"He was a communist."
"Good thing you shot him, & we are deputizing you."
The cop shoves the gun into his hand. Sirens getting closer. The Indian looks down at the gun with stupid incredulity. Cops helping me into a chair? Handing me a gun? Ambulance turns the corner, two houses away. Slugs rip into the Indian's chest. No time for finesse. They kick over tables, pull over a bookcase. One tosses a chair through a window as the ambulance screeches to a stop.
______________________________________
"It was hairy, Boss, real hairy. The Injun went bonkers, grabbed Mike's gun & shot the householder. As God's my witness, he had the strength of twenty men. I warned him that we were police officers, but he leveled the gun at us & I was forced to shoot."
"The Chief will see you guys now."
"Is this your report?"
"Yes Chief, that's it."
"Stinks like buzzard puke."
"What's wrong with it, Chief?"
"Well for starters, nobody could have done what you say happened. Bullet angles are all wrong."
"Aw, Chief..."
"Besides, the householder didn't die."
"Didn't---" He caught himself in time. "Well, that's marvelous," he said with a horrible smile. "Guy shot in the chest like that could get things all twisted around."
"He was wearing a bullet-proof vest. He had a heart attack, but he's all right now & screaming for your blood: 'Not only do I have to protect myself from drunken Indians but also from insane fuck-up cops---fucking FUs!' "
"Chief, I swear to fucking Christ I saw a drunken Indian standing there with a gun in his hand, clear as I'm seeing you now."
"& what else did you see? The gates of heaven? Jesus fucking Christ awarding you the Golden Prick for bravery? Well, you two clowns have had it this time. You're nothing but FUs, the both of you."
"Well Chief," says Marv, smiling & wriggling to ingratiate himself, "sure we're FUs; That's why we got on the force in the first place. A gun & a badge can cover a lot of FUs."
"All right, boys. I'm going to give you a chance to square yourselves."
"We'll do anything, Chief, anything."
"It's hairy, boys. One big drug bust. On this one, it's shoot first & remember, dead men tell no lies. Ketch?"
"Running with it, Chief."
"You can pick up what you need at the arsenal. I suggest Ithaca pumps with number four shot."
The FUs exit. The Chief smiles. He is taking out a columnist who's been riding his ass, & a roomful of liberal bleeding-hearts, vocals by Joan Baez.
Will the FUs get a third chance? Will the FUs strike again?
from Tornado Alley,
William S. Burroughs
01 November 2008
Live Jam
Although intended as a stand-alone album from The Plastic Ono Band, Live Jam never saw the light of day as such. Because of contractual problems with The Beatles, Capitol Records, Zappa, The Mothers of Invention, & their label, Live Jam was originally offered as a 'free bonus disc' with Some Time in New York.
A double CD of Some Time in New York City (with Live Jam being Disc Two) was issued in the UK on August 10,1987 & then deleted on July 31,1989. A new improved sound quality version was released in the US on April 1,1990. The edited, re-mastered, & re-mixed single disc version was issued world-wide in November 2005. "Don't Worry Kyoko" was shortened while "Jamrag", "Scumbag" & "Aű" were contentiously removed altogether.
Side One of "Live Jam" was an 18 month old recording of the "Peace for Christmas" concert in aid of UNICEF.
John said of this show "I thought it was fantastic, I was really into it. We were doing the show & George [Harrison], Delaney & Bonnie, Billy Preston, all that crowd turned up. They'd just come back from Sweden. George had been playing invisible man in Delaney & Bonnie's band, which Eric Clapton had been doing, to get the pressure off being famous Eric & famous George. They became the guitarists in this. They all turned up. It was again like the concert in Toronto. I said 'Will you come on?' They said 'Well, what are you going to play?' I said 'Listen, we're going to probably do a blues...or "Cold Turkey", which is three chords'. Eric knew that. & "Don't Worry Kyoko" which was Yoko's, which has three chords & a riff. I said 'Once we get on Yoko's riff, just keep hitting it'. It was a fantastic show, it was fantastic....very heavy! A lot of the audience walked out, but the ones that stayed, they were in a trance. They just all came to the front because it was of the first real heavy rock show...it's only to be expected that some people were disappointed in that we only did two long numbers, but we play 1984 music! I don't know what they want. I'm trying to get it across that the Plastic Ono Band plays the unexpected"
The full line-up for the Plastic Ono Supergroup (listed on the album as 'with a cast of 1000's) was: John - vocals & guitar; George Harrison, Eric Clapton, Delaney Bramlett - guitars; Klaus Voorman - bass; Jim Gordon, Keith Moon & Alan White - drums; Billy Preston - organ (sadly this was buried in the original recording & Nicky Hopkins' overdubbed an electric piano in 1971 in New York), Bonnie Bramlett & 'Friends' - percussion & brass; ('Friends' included: Bobby Keyes - saxophone; Jim Price - trumpet; with Bobby Whitlock & Carl Radle), also assisting was 'Legs' Larry Smith (from the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band) & Dino Danelli (the drummer from The Young Rascals).
Side Two of "Live Jam" was a record of the Lennon's 1971 guest appearance at the Mothers of Invention gig at the Fillmore East. Howard Smith, a New York Disc Jockey, had turned up at Frank Zappa's hotel room one afternoon with John & Yoko to do an interview. After the interview was over Zappa invited John & Yoko to jam along with his band towards the end of the concert that they would be performing that evening. Although John was initially reluctant, Yoko was very enthusiastic. They both turned up & watched the show from the Sound booth. They were suitably enthused enough to rush to the stage as the Mothers finished their main set.
Frank Zappa later recalled "We played for about 40 minutes I guess & it just so happened that we had made arrangements to record that night......John & I had an agreement that we were going to jointly mix the tape to decide how we were going to put it out, because there were big contractual difficulties in getting the thing out. So it sat around for a while, I guess about a year. There was nothing done about releasing it.
Finally I got word that John was going to release it, that some negotiation was going to be worked out, but that negotiation never occurred. As a matter of fact I'd sent him a safety copy of the 16 track masters. I guess he went in with Phil Spector & mixed the thing."
The full line up for the Zappa gig was: John - vocals & guitar; Yoko - vocals; Frank Zappa - vocals and guitar; Ian Underwood -woodwinds, piano & vocals; Don Preston -mini moog; Bob Harris - vocals & piano; Aynsley Dunbar - drums; Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan -vocals. Although not present at the concert, Klaus Voorman later overdubbed bass onto Well (Baby Please Don't Go) in the studio. This song was written by Walter Ward. It was originally recorded by The Olympics as the coupling to their 1958 hit Western Movies which reached No. 8 in the USA & No. 12 in the UK. John had also recorded it during the Imagine album sessions (That version remained unreleased until it appeared on the John Lennon Anthology Box set in 1998). Jamrag begins with a series of conducted bursts of freaking out with the audience joining in, the band then kick into an instrumental piece King Kong, which the Mothers had performed live on British Television back in 1968, Yoko vocalizes on this version. Scumbag is a fast paced boogie over which John shouts 'Scumbag' over & over with Yoko again doing her thing & later interjecting with 'Scumbag baby' (Originally the Mothers lead vocalists had answered John's 'Scumbags' with frenetic improvised lyrics but these were mixed out). There's also a break in the number to allow Zappa to encourage the audience to sing along. It ends by gradually slowing down to a halt with mock battery-drained vocals. Zappa then bids farewell with a robotic "Good night boys & girls" before Yoko & John find their way into AU, which is vaguely similar to John's Let's Hope For Peace but this time without any lyrics & less forceful vocal acrobatics.
The inner sleeve for the Live Jam album was a replica of The Mothers of Invention's 1971 live album Fillmore East June 1971 appropriately altered by Al Steckler, John & Yoko.
John & Yoko/Plastic Ono Band - Live Jam, Apple Records 4XC 3394, 1973.
decryption code in comments
Program 1 -
Cold Turkey
Don't Worry Kyoko
Program 2 -
Well (Baby Please Don't Go)
Jamrag
Scumbag
Aű
Enjoy,
NØ
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