A Human Movement
Thursday, April 20, 2006
  on who I believe
I don't believe no one. Save for the bridges, cheese graters, ghost like vapors and fine wools and linens which keep me on track.

I believe in estrangement, an all pervasive unaccountability that rides the mind's crest of generations. I believe in double negatives such that when nothing is nowhere, something is somewhere, not nowhere, some somewhere, top topless, made immaterial, used brand new, circle square, firm soft, reliable force too strong to imagine, straight twist that in which we come through headways leaves us not guessing.

I place my belief on the fundamentally incorrect, and I think you'll find that anytime you believe something it will be because of this too.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
  email SPAM dream poem, as impressive as ever (edits mine)
Subject: Re: Your money. salt rheum

thimble skein tawny-coated Super-christian
till basket rope-closing berry-shaped

long-ago gliding machine howgozit curve self-checking crawl-up core sand garden garth mann tree ill-conceived salmon ladder Post-pleistocene well-wigged Kaus australis flat-visaged Anti-birmingham time-cleft spinning machine manganese bronze judgment cap down bed platoon school all-eyed castor cake Bengal hemp narrow-rimmed snow-pure hard-iron sulphur vivum politico-commercial white-felled mistress-ship square-sterned cockatoo fish Mid-january hemlock fir first-night pine tag mighty-minded splint-bottomed nail-cutting guide rope after-theatre rose opal All red cloth slitter cheese cement tooth relic stub feather able seaman blood meal well-headed button-shaped box elder urinogenital sinus wire-crimping saddle-backed ill-gendered self-centered key bed arbitration treaty self-control much-admired school-trained bulldog ant grape-eater fire swab pruning shears well rig old-man fern twice-achieved faro bank self-digestion gay-chirping flank attack vulture-gnawn pre-enlightenment sixty-seventh

four-time calcium chloride carvel-built well-installed land otter paddle tumbler
coal-boring drop-kicker curtain raiser cigar lighter all-pondering crush plane ink gall fault surface jewel-studded sponge cloth self psychology poison mask unit
prism weeder hoe quasi trustee chondroitin-sulphuric heart-rending bone yard
water-cressy salmon herring leading man trail plank deep-colored cloth miller cone tree

lug hook square-toedness sharp-back shark mercury fulminate tinder fungus
solent goose bale buckle tree tag tide wheel pleasant-tasting spray-wet safety dog
dispatch box sword-leaved yarn inspector Philo-teuton wash strake tam-tam
well-expended vanilla extract copper refiner cow parsley one-pound pauper
costs playing suit coffee cream closet drama music box suave-spoken spleen-pained
mid-sun bag loader Post-constantinian fawn brown self-sacrificial joy-killer
pseudo boy prairie rocket sled knife vacuum can eagle-flighted thick-growing
coppery-tailed sand bath sea hay cross-fertile pistachio green windy-headed
pedal pushers many-meaning counterscarp gallery crown gold cloth beam

Inter-andean stove coal opera singer shiplapped lumber crap game well-bushed staccato
mark semi-intrados star feed pitch-blackness folk tale self-directive
weather-bound train butcher life-rendering thought-fixed twice-scolded vase-shaped
character piece heddle knitter West point felt washer chicken tick paint-removing blowpipe analysis

ranch country wire sewer earth metal quasi sentence screw nut oil-regulating half-offended hoof-shaped urn-buried way bent rush hour fame-thirsty quasi-constructive ink mixer traveling bag Fulah-zandeh tempest-rent De-anglicization flint paper tradition-fed yellow-fingered valley breeze rail-sawing serious-mindedly shittim wood Pro-caucasian graving piece Neo-plantonic Anglo-irishism world-civilizing

cold-work fox-visaged square-edged coffee-grinding half-deafened three-phased
mis-humility closed-circuit love-stricken Pre-moslem fool duck naked-eared stiff-boned fault line log reel doom ring geyser basin hydroxysuccinic acid dark-stemmed ply yarn feather-tongue barrel-shaped honey grass acetylene
torch wild-blooded mid mashie re-resign pellet molding two-foot war service
chevron bone tar hay plant gemel window Non-pythagorean full-bodied skin-testing
gum pocket deep-musing protein factor bearing plate wood fringe staghorn sumac

blow accordion well-irrigated free silverite gutta susu basket mast

Monday, April 03, 2006
For some unknown reason, the guitar bug has bit me like a shark in the last 48 hours, and so of all the darn things, I turn up this??


Some time in 1970?

Is that a Mustang? a Duo-Sonic? Wha?!?! This must be some kind of a joke. What is John McLaughlin doing with that guitar... What is it? It is a Mustang. No it's a duo-sonic. I always figured homeboy played a L-5, or at the smallest an es-335 for his Miles stuff... but this is too cruel. Pictures or accounts online of what exactly McLaughlin used while playing with Davis, 1970-71 are slim to none. I found these, snatched them up and they have really sent me for a loop. What is that tiny guitar? Why is strapped to Mahavishnu? and How does he make it sound like anything that might sound like what his stuff with Miles sounds like? Seriously, can any aged vet of the fusion scene be of assistance?

It's dateless, some time in the 70's... but Ahh, finally, like cool water this makes sense. Back to reality, a varitone'd 335 with a big old DiMarzio PAF in da neck, now that makes sense. Completely. Phew... but still, what is he playing up there with Miles?


Double gasp...

It's 1969, McLaughlin is in the States laying down the sound with Tony Williams Lifetime and he does it with a Mustang?!?! Was I the last to know this? What is going on? Maybe he forgot his usual guitar and was loned this Fender toy. Or, gulp, maybe he really is from another universe and can do anything he wants?

This Italian guy is sticking with the Mustang thesis... I am shocked. The guitar on Live/Evil, Bitches Brew and Devotion is from a Mustang? It's Flabbergasting. Why doesn't Fender market this fact? This really makes me re-think about what is possible and what matters.
It also makes me want to fix up my Mustang...? I mean.

Ope, it's 1978 and

Note the light, note the 335. Phew. Ahh. Thank you John McLaughlin.

I guess this starts to make more sense now?

*On a sidenote, I have recently discovered that the Jack Johnson Sessions make THEE best bicycle riding music, especially as the sun is setting.
  Gratuitous Guitar pics

I often sing a song called, "oh I never should have sold my Hagstrom III"

P.S. Anyone take a look at what me and my Fireglo Rick 330 did. So perfect. I mean, really C'mon, look at those toaster pickups.
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