Saturday, February 27, 2010
From my vaults: Mary Anderson
Actress Mary Anderson (R) performing in a scene from the play Guest in the House.
In this photo: Mary Anderson
Photo: George Karger/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images
Jan 01, 1942
New Stuff: Johnny Cash
To my surprise there is now a 6th volume to this great series. It is not just because I'm a completist, moreover I do expect some good music on this latest edition.
New Stuff: Xiu Xiu
Xiu Xiu always come up with fresh and wonderful new music, so I never miss out on a new album, especially when it has such a great title ('Dear God, I Hate Myself').
Emily Dickinson: A bird came down the walk
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
New Stuff: Essential Logic
Essential Logic is - sorry for the pun - essentially Lora Logic, who previously played sax in the wonderful punk band X-Ray Spex. At the time I had a crush on Lora and her music and I had all her albums. I still have the Essential Logic LP, but I'm missing her solo album Pedigree Charm (Allmusic.com: "a great forgotten album of the era"). It seems that this special edition includes most matrial of both albums, so I'm quite excited to hear Lora and her sax again.
New Stuff: Joanna Newsom
Would never want to miss out on a new album by Joanna Newsom, and this one has very promising reviews, and it's sensationally a 3-CD-box this time!
Friday, February 26, 2010
William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside
(ph: Daniel Riskin)
Back to present time with a weary sigh. There will be fewer and fewer exotic, beautiful animals. The Mexican hairless cat is aleady extinct. The tiny three-pound wild cats that can be easily tamed are always rarer, further away, plaintive lost spirits for the human hand that will never come, fragile and sad as a boat of dead leaves launched in a park pond by a child. Or the phosphorent bats that emerge once every seven years to fill the air with impossible riots of perfume...melodious, distant calls from the bat cats and gliding lemurs...the rain forests of Borneo and South America are going...to make way for what?
Monday, February 22, 2010
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