We rule, all others drool

Here, so that all may look upon and envy, the cool kids who played the game, (and because I have nothing cogent or scintillating to say other wise), is the awesome play list(s) of SwimClub Radio Volume 1.
For those who may have just tuned in; the idea was to make a disc of ones all time favouritest or most representative of ones musical soul at this time, to intrigue and edify the other players.

I think that worked quite well. The disparity is fascinating to me. I love that.

I also find it really interesting that of the ones that didn't have a particular theme like DJ Barry's did, the two artists that made two different lists were, David Bowie and Siouxsie Sioux. That is just odd. Although had I had just a smitch more room Donovan would have also been in that category with his song "Ferris Wheel". I suppose technically Frank Black also made that distinction as he is represented both with The Catholics and The Pixies. So that is four artists who can make the interesting slide between so many different tastes.

DJ Barry's disc was really, really cool for me as I never heard a single thing on it previously. I really tripped out on "Las Lomas de New Jersey". I also liked "Patricia" a lot. It is ultimately playable, and I'm thinking it may just be one of the soundtracks for Oliver's 40th birthday dinner next weekend.
DJ Nigel's was really good for me as well, as he is an expert on a whole era of music I completely missed - The '90's. Seems I am always either 400 hundred years, or a decade or so, behind the 8 ball musically. It was only last year that I discovered Bach after all. And it had The Cramps on it, 'nuff said.
DJ UBU's was a study in classics. I think everybody said something about liking the Beachboys tune. I had never heard the John Cale piece before so that was a treat. Albeit as usual with Cale, a challenging one. I had also never heard the Springsteen before and it totally justifies why I am always having to say to people who are music snobbing on him, that they just don't know him from before.
DJ Oliver, I think, (prejudicially of course) just has marvelous musical taste. I can always count on him to keep me pulling forward into the future because as you can see from mine-
DJ Stella's, I have a tendency to stay firmly mired in the late 20th century, especially the 60's, 70's and 80's. So even though I know people have heard my selections (with the possible exception of Flirt) a zillion times, I think my segues and transitions make it all fresh again. At least that was my hope. And I can tell you that it is as good a representation of my musical soul as anyone may ever see. Well except for volume II which I have already been working on!

So without further ado:

Swim Club Radio: DJ Stella Magdalen

1) The Avengers Theme - The Laurie Johnson Orchestra
2) What'cha See Is What You Get - The Dramatics
3) Cherry Bomb - Joan Jett
4) Eight line poem - David Bowie
5) Cissy Strut - The Meters
6) Degenerator - Flirt
7) Valleri - The Monkees
8) Think About Your Troubles - Nilsson
9) Sex & Drugs & Rock n Roll - Ian Drury
10) The Old Main Drag - The Pogues
11) Mirror In the Bathroom - The English Beat
12) Over At The Frankenstein Place - Rocky Horror Soundtrack
13) Fire - Ohio Players
15) Blank Generation - Richard Hell & the Voidoids
16) Scarecrow - Pink Floyd
17) Soldier’s Things - Tom Waits
18) Spellbound - Siouxsie and The Banshees
20) Five ‘O’ Clock World - The Vogues
21) Jungle Boogie - Kool & The Gang
22) Art-I-Ficial - X Ray Spex
23) Piece Of My Heart - Erma Franklin
24) Is It My Body? - Alice Cooper
25) World Destruction - Time Zone
26) Feeling Good - Nina Simone
27) Salt Of The Earth - The Rolling Stones

Swim Club Radio: DJ Oliver Blades

1) Free Man - Awesome Color
2) Ghost Highway - Mazzy Star
3) Set You Free - The Black Keys
4) Empire - The Black Angels
5) Roi - The Breeders
6) Heart Of Snow - Black Mountain
7) Where Is My Mind? - The Pixies
8) Beyond The Fields We Know - Dead Meadow
9) The Desperate Kingdom Of Love - P. J. Harvey
10) Spaceboy - Smashing Pumpkins
11) Where Eagles Have Been - Wolfmother
12) Looking Out A Mirror - The Ponys
13) There Is An End - The Greenhornes
14) Broken Boy Soldier - The Raconteurs
15) Theresa’s Sound World - Sonic Youth
16) Introduction 17) Frustrating Sound - Radio Moscow
18) Different Stars - Trespassers William

Swim Club Radio: DJ Nigel Patel

1) Vampeeee 2) Silver Turkey - Buffalo Daughter
3) 5 Years Ahead of My Time - The Cramps
4) Sister Madly - Crowded House
5) From Chapel Hill - Tam Hart
6) Dean’s Dream - The Dead Milkmen
7) Feeling Numb - The Fall
8) Chip Away Boy - Frank Black & The Catholics
9) Pop Scene - Blur
10) Together - Suede
11) Tether - Indigo Girls
12) Thoughtforms - Lush
13) Walk Out - Matthew Sweet
14) Must Believe - Sarah Dougher
15) Burn-Up - Siouxsie and the Banshees
16) I Don’t Wanna Be Your Man - Sherman Electric
17) Your Stripes - Buffalo Tom
18) Two Beads At The End - Minute Men
19) Cowbirds - Throwing Muses
20) Light Years - Sloan
21) Nightmare Stampede - Split Enz

Swim Club radio: DJ Barry

1) Buenos Hermanos - Ibrahim Ferrer
2) Caballo Viejo - Ry Cooder & Manuel Galban
3) El Divorcio - Marc Ribot & Los Cubanos Postizos
4) Guanqanco‘ Callejero - Ibrahim Ferrer
5) Jaguey - Marc Ribot & Los Cubanos Postizos
6) La Luna En Tu Mirada - Ry Cooder & Manuel Galban
7) Las Lomas de New Jersey - Marc Ribot & Los Cubanos Postizos
8) Mil Congojas - Ibrahim Ferrer
9) No Puedo Freinar - Marc Ribot & Los Cubanos Postizos
10) Oye El Consejo - Ibrahim Ferrer
11) Patricia - Ry Cooder & Manuel Galban
12) Perfume de Gardenia - Ibrahim Ferrer
13) Secret Love - Ry Cooder & Manuel Galban

Swim Club Radio: DJ UBU

1) Ghost Song - The Doors
2) Sweet Jane - Lou Reed
3) Captain Hook - John Cale
4) High Heeled Sneakers - Jerry Lee Lewis
5) Pineola - Lucinda Williams
6) No Surrender - Bruce Springsteen
7) Laughing - Pere Ubu
8) Insight - Joy Division
9) We Are All Prostitutes - The Pop Group
10) (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais - The Clash
11) Waterloo Sunset - The Kinks
12) We Are The Dead - David Bowie
13) Catch The Wind - Donovan
14) ‘Til I Die - The Beach Boys
15) Chicklets - The Patti Smith Group

AM earworm(s)

Both:
Eight Line Poem
&
The Man Who Sold The World
David Bowie

AM earworm(s)

You’ll Never Find - Lou Rawls

Inquiring minds NEED to know

So if bass is a guitar and bass is a fish, what is that called when that happens? Is it a homonym retrograde or what?

Patooey

So when I was well enough to attend many activities last weekend, I was having walkabouts around town. I had wandered up to the Book Festival last Saturday am. It was oddly not really my thing. I got better energy off the Kerrytown one last year. But I wanted to pop up to see my friend playing Indian music at one of the stalls (I think it was the U-M international center or something similar). He failed to mention it was a “for kids” performance but whatever, it was cute.

On the way back I did some downtown erranding. One thing I am in search of is a Rosie the Riveter coffee mug for Nigel as I have, stupidly yet accidentally, broken his. Naturally, I also had to hit a couple of used bookstores. Dawn Treader was less than helpful. UBU was more than helpful.

But the thing that left a really lasting impression ‘shudder’ was when walking west on E. Liberty a pungent waft of patchouli began assailing me. I looked around, no one was even close. I focused on the wind, it was out of the west. Which indicated that the likely culprit was the woman with two children, walking towards me but still almost half a block away. Sure enough as we approached each other it just got stronger and stronger.

Here’s the thing about patooey. It is not parfum, it is not cologne and it is most definitely not, by a long stretch, an “essential” oil. It’s primary use? In hot countries with little refrigeration it is used to anoint the dead because it is one of the few things that can somewhat cover the stench of rotting flesh. Why would you put something more pungent than a corpse on your body and think you looked good in it?
Oh, I suppose I have to acknowledge that it can be used in the base notes of other Parfum. But that ratio is like, one drop to a vat, of other stuff. Stuff that actually smells good.

Patooey is one of the most rank things man has ever devised. I am going to put it right up there with the sludge pit at the water treatment facility. I was going to compare it to napalm but OK, it is slightly less offensive than things that actually kill people. In the sense that wishing you were dead is still somewhat better than being dead.

Stop wearing Patooey!
This becomes NOT a matter of freedom of choice. Yes, you probably could legally wear a dead otter around your neck but would you want to deal with the social consequences of that decision? And just when does it become a legal issue if you are causing others, many others, to gag and vomit?

Just as the majority should not oppress the minority, neither should the minority oppress the majority. And in this case you oppress both the majority and that minority who have environmental allergies who should not have to keep over a half a block distance from you to not be attacked by by your fumerage.

Lady, if not for our sake, do it for the children.

AM earworm

Woke Up This Morning ( Soprano’s Theme) - Alabama 3
Which to me sounds like it should be by Shriekback. I suppose that dates me more than anything. Does anyone but me even remember Shriekback?
And incidentally I hate 99% of shows and movies about the mob. I hate the mob, that’s not glamorous.

AM earworm(s)

How Soon Is Now - The Smiths (We’re on approximately hour 33 of that one)
Mongoloid - Devo (Somewhere in my dream that was playing)

Fessin’

I haven’t been doing much of anything. Except trying to stay out of the hospital. So I am taking advantage of the fever-less am to try to be coherent and get a thing or two done. Mornings are ok but by afternoons I’m a mess. And oh, my aching booty. Four bigass (is that a pun?) shots in two days. Still preferable from three rounds of IV over 24 hours in the “big house”.

I’m hoping I can muster the energy to finish this pot of soup before I descend again. They actually had ox tails for the first time like, ever, at the market. So I have a pot of beautiful stock to be made into onion soup if only I can get up and do. I really want soup. And ice-cream. I have been having just a little double bourbon vanilla for the last couple days. Oh, what creamiliciousness, for my fevered brow.

Mistah B

You should be looking for a package any day now. Went out Mon. am.

FEH Ubiquitous Earworm

Mr. Blue Sky (or whatever the hell it’s called) - ELO
Yrrcch

AM earworm

I’m Into Something Good - Herman’s Hermits (but really written by Carole King)

I got three neckties & a glass of gin

Wow. Jandek last night. Wow. How excruciatingly hypo-tizing. Harpsichord, trumpet, dancer/howler and the man, the mystery man. Who has the blues real, real, bad.
Not for the faint hearted that.
I loved how the art school brats who all wanted to be seen at the scene fled in droves after each song. No really, about 30 or more people ran for their lives after each song ended. What were they expecting? If one had actually ever listened to any recording he has made, one would know exactly what to expect.

He looks like Boo Radley in a black cowboy hat. He squalls like a banshee (albeit a subdued one). And his playing is difficult to understand to put it mildly. I found that I had to really focus on the words and the trumpet player (rather Miles Davis-ish in terms of emotionality) to be able to hang. The fact that the dancer was built, I think helped many people remain seated.

I have to admit 2 hours of it was a real test. Not just for my brain and my emotions (he’s just a tince depressing), but for me bum. The seats. Yarg. I couldn’t get comfortable.

AM earworm

If You Don’t Know Me By Now - Harold Melvin & The Bluenotes

AM earworm

Sealed With A Kiss - Bobbie Vinton
You can’t make this stuff up.
Well, you could, but that would take too much energy.

For those in the know

We’re experiencing another rash of Uncle Bunny setbacks. So send vibes, thoughts, whatevs you gots his direction. I wouldn’t mind if you sent some to my family as well, as that situation deteriorated as well.

AM earworm

Feelin’ Good - Nina Simone

AM earworm

Street Fighting Man - The Rolling Stones

AM Earworm

The Man In The Suitcase - The Stella Magdalen Earworm Orchestra

Oh My Freakin’ God

That Duggar woman is having her 18th child.
Lady, it’s a VAGINA not a clown car.

AM Earworm

Broken Boy Soldier - The Raconteurs

Jandek

I hope I don’t regret this but, there is a free concert with Jandek on the 17th @ 7:30 @ Lydia.
I hope this doesn’t create some kind of rush where I can’t get a seat.
All 3 of “the house of relaxing smokers” will be there. Possibly some Destruction's and Von Borax’s as well, if they can find a sitter for Boris and Natasha.

Goofy

I love drinking the rain off of the lilacs

Hmmm

Seems like things are pretty bad when Kwame Kilpatrick is John Stewart’s “Moment of Zen”.

Steps & Stones

Apples 08

ph-ph-phlox

Tulipsex

Plummy

Surprise

What I really want to be when I grow up is a Supreme Court Justice.
It’s taken me a really long time to figure that out.
Now I have to figure out how to accomplish that w/out being a lawyer. Apparently Clarence Thomas has already demonstrated that you don’t really have to first be a judge.

AM earworm

Rock the Casbah - The Clash
I have no idea why, it’s far from my favourite Clash song. And I would think, having watched almost an hour of Devo videos just before bed, that it would have been something like “Slap Your Mammy” or “We’re Through Being Cool” which is what’s stuck in the loop now.

The power of the flower wind

It’s a super power. Right outside my living room window is a giant lilac. And for two days now every breath you take in here is super saturated with scent. I suppose those who have allergies are unhappy right now. But I am so groovin’ on it.

Squishy

OK ladies. I am sick of your limp, dropped from the wrist, I am then forced to shake your fingers, “ooo I’m so girly”, handshakes. Stop being such pussies and just deal with it.
I frickin’ hate shaking hands. And I have a legitimate reason. I had to just butch up to that one because this is how we do it in America.

Yes, I used to pull the old “I don’t have to shake hands, because I’m female, if they offer their hand before I do then I can feel all etiquette-ly superior to them when they are embarrassed by being left hanging” rude ass, bullshit, excuse myself. I don’t now. Because it’s just creepy. So learn it and do it. You are not freakin’ Princess Cuckoo or Queen Carlotta honey.

And guys, if we are making the effort to get over our fears of where that thing’s been, then you can just back off the super grip, boy game, thing. Most all of us women have way smaller hands and some of us have arthritis so take it easy Bruce Banner.

Cold turkey, will sure give you the runs

If there is one thing I’ve learned in my checkered, chessed, and parcheesi’d past, it’s to step down, over cold turkey, whenever possible.
Now for some people (court ordered, boneheads, recalcitrant) or in some circumstances (Jail, rehab, de-tox) or with some substances (me & tobacco so far) it’s not likely to work.
But cold turkey is for that brand of people who say things like “Go ahead, punch me as hard as you can, right in my stomach”. And I guess if you’re just a flat out pain freak it might even be fun.
But my step down program has always worked (other than tobacco) every time I’ve needed it to and it’s relatively painless. It’s based on halves and doubles. Either cut the dose in half each time or double the time between or if you really need to be macho, both.

I used to think withdrawal was meritorious in that it would make one think thrice about picking up. But then I used to enjoy a bit of pain as well. And the reality of pain is one of our most fleeting memories. (Thank you brain chemistry for that at least.) I am so over that bit. And I have also learned that if one is determined to pick up, nothing is likely to stand in the way, other than a bullet ot something of that ilk.
People who are in that headspace don’t call their sponsors. That is one of the big ass problems of 12 stepping.

I mention all this because I will be off the caffeine by Monday. I started at the level of one cup tea, one cup coffee on Weds. Thurs. I had one cup tea. Fri. 1/2 a teabag. Today 1/4. Tomorrow a few grains. So far, no debilitating headache. Sweet.

So if I can painlessly get off it, compared to the pretty severe pain it causes me, I’m ahead in the game. Of course when the memory of the pain it gives me has fleeted, I could easily forget to not pick up..... Cuz coffee, tea and chocolates are such sweet poizens.

AM Earworm

Leavin’ On A Jet Plane - The Stella Magdalen Earworm Orchestra

On all the weight that isn’t

On my shoulders any more. You see I just, about three hours ago, completely finished school. At this time. I have no obligations other than the sort of vague general ones about hoping to start it all over again at some point in the not too distant future. and of course needing to find a job.
Right at this moment I am so close to completely free, poised like the fool on the edge of the abyss with that yappy little dog nipping at my arse.

Vegan Cream Cheese

I'm sorry, but that is probably THE most oxymoronic thing I think I’ve ever heard.