I was remiss in my last journal entry for not linking to Elliott Murphy‘s heartfelt eulogy of the man he called mentor, the man he called friend. Written on 7 July 2006, just a few days after Paul’s body was found in his Manhattan apartment, Murphy’s memories — as tough as they are fond and funny — spill forth in a nonstop fashion like so many years gone by. Thirty-four, to be exact.
Copyright 2007 by Kevin Avery. All rights reserved.
I was remiss in my last journal entry for not linking to Elliott Murphy‘s heartfelt eulogy of the man he called mentor, the man he called friend. Written on 7 July 2006, just a few days after Paul’s body was found in his Manhattan apartment, Murphy’s memories — as tough as they are fond and funny — spill forth in a nonstop fashion like so many years gone by. Thirty-four, to be exact.
Copyright 2007 by Kevin Avery. All rights reserved.
I was remiss in my last journal entry for not linking to Elliott Murphy‘s heartfelt eulogy of the man he called mentor, the man he called friend. Written on 7 July 2006, just a few days after Paul’s body was found in his Manhattan apartment, Murphy’s memories — as tough as they are fond and funny — spill forth in a nonstop fashion like so many years gone by. Thirty-four, to be exact.
Copyright 2007 by Kevin Avery. All rights reserved.
I was remiss in my last journal entry for not linking to Elliott Murphy‘s heartfelt eulogy of the man he called mentor, the man he called friend. Written on 7 July 2006, just a few days after Paul’s body was found in his Manhattan apartment, Murphy’s memories — as tough as they are fond and funny — spill forth in a nonstop fashion like so many years gone by. Thirty-four, to be exact.
Copyright 2007 by Kevin Avery. All rights reserved.
I was remiss in my last journal entry for not linking to Elliott Murphy’s heartfelt eulogy of the man he called mentor, the man he called friend. Written on 7 July 2006, just a few days after Paul’s body was found in his Manhattan apartment, Murphy’s memories — as tough as they are fond and funny — spill forth in a nonstop fashion like so many years gone by. Thirty-four, to be exact.
I was remiss in my last journal entry for not linking to Elliott Murphy’s heartfelt eulogy of the man he called mentor, the man he called friend. Written on 7 July 2006, just a few days after Paul’s body was found in his Manhattan apartment, Murphy’s memories — as tough as they are fond and funny — spill forth in a nonstop fashion like so many years gone by. Thirty-four, to be exact.
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JANDEK
MANHATTAN TUESDAY ____________________________________
AFTERNOON OF INSENSITIVITY
DISC ONE
1. PART ONE (13:04)
2. PART TWO (20:44)
3. PART THREE (9:56)
DISC TWO
1. PART FOUR (11:24)
2. PART FIVE (12:39)
3. PART SIX (7:06)
4. PART SEVEN (18:25)
RECORDED LIVE: ANTHOLOGY FILM ARCHIVES MANHATTAN NEW YORK
SEPTEMBER 6, 2005
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A few years ago I picked up a book about a late 1980s San Francisco club called THE CHATTERBOX that I used to go to when I was underage. I wrote a piece about it for my old blog Agony Shorthand – check it out by clicking here. The funny thing about it was just how long-past that era seems now. “Long-haired punkâ€Â, or glammy, grungy metal/punk, or even speed metal are all totally antiquated forms of rock and roll, but in the Chatterbox era, man that was IT. Those were the bands the Chatterbox made their stock in trade – bands that wore scarves, bands that didn’t bathe, bands that drank way too much, bands with tire tracks on their arms, bands that held up JOHNNY THUNDERS as a patron saint, and even East Coast bands like SLOTH.
I saw SLOTH at the Chatterbox, actually. I had purchased their 45 “Fetch The Wedge/Miss Sleazy Underbellyâ€Â on a recommendation alone (this was before Soulseek and mp3 blogs, kids!) and dug it a lot, and they stumbled into town not long after that. I don’t think they wore any scarves – they were more like a bunch of dirty pizza delivery guys with long hair and t-shirts kicking out the motor city jams. Tons of attitude and west coast dissin’, but all in good fun. At least two guitarists – maybe three? Listen to this 45 and you’ll hear THE HEARTBREAKERS, STOOGES, STONES and all the hesher heroes of long-haired punks everywhere. Great record, way OOP as they say.
Play or Download SLOTH – “Fetch The Wedgeâ€Â (A-side)
Play or Download SLOTH – “Miss Sleazy Underbellyâ€Â (B-side)
Hey, here’s the last minute/last hour notes taken and used during a recent “performanceâ€Â as an MC (some bands played!!!).
-Beale Street Music Fest
-Stooges
-Yoga
-Lou Reed/Yoga/Meditation
-JoyÂÂ Division Nikes and the idea that they have slippery soles
-Black Eye Joke
-TV Guide….I’m going to read it to you, so you don’t have to burglarize an elderly family
-Powers Booth Q and A
-Battle of the Bands
-The only way I wouldÂÂ endure the Beale Street Music Fest isÂÂ if Yoko Ono promised to decapitate herself before a live audience, or if Tom Waits agreed to a spoken word set inÂÂ which he apolozies for trickingÂÂ people into acceptingÂÂ the pastÂÂ 30 years of his music
-Iggy PopÂÂ Brick by Brick jokes
-TV Guide My Name is Earl cover…here’s some easy hillbilly humor for the creatively bankrupt in the audience
-The guarantee joke
-â€ÂCan I get more jokes in the monitor please?â€Â
-Make a joke about the jokes that I crossed off of the list
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