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Saturday, October 31
best to look at these while lilstening to "its halloween" but the shaggs
Friday, October 30
Thursday, October 29
you look good in that suit joe.
cat version of this anywhere?
Tuesday, October 27
new xiu xiu record
new xiu xiu record
Dear God, I Hate Myself
is in the anachronistic ckan
it is out 2nd week of feb. in UK and
3rd week of feb. rest of the world
cd, lp, deluxe lp and download
Monday, October 26
maryanne amacher in heaven
listen to her music it will change your life
it is wonderful
everything that one can aspire to, she created
please go here for a fund raiser for cash music
there are lots of rarities from lots of good bands to be found
sales help non profit arts org, cash music
Thursday, October 22
MARYANNE AMACHER MADE MUSIC THAT WHEN YOU PLAYED IT REALLY LOUD IT MADE THIS WEIRD THING HAPPEN INSIDE YOUR EARS. MUSIC THAT WAS PHYSICAL. SHE HAD ONE DREADLOCK THAT WOULD SOMETIMES SWING AND TOUCH YOU. SHE WORE A RED JUMPER SUIT. THERE WERE CRAZY STORIES ABOUT HER HOUSE. ABOUT HOW SHE HADN'T BEEN IN THE THIRD FLOOR IN YEARS AND THAT ANIMALS LIVED THERE. OR THAT STOCKHAUSEN SCORES WOULD BE SCATTERED AROUND THE FLOOR. ONE TIME I WENT TO HER HOUSE BUT SHE WOULDN'T LET US IN BECAUSE SHE SAID IT SMELLED TOO BAD AND WAS TOO MESSY. SHE USED TO TALK REALLY SLOWLY AND WALK REALLY SLOWLY AND WOULD ROLL HER CIGARETTES REALLY SLOWLY. I WATCHED A JOHN CAGE MOVIE WITH HER. ON A PREVIOUS XIU XIU TOUR, EITHER IN OHIO OR PENNSLYVANIA, CHES WAS DRIVING, I WAS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT, WE PUT ON HER CD AND PLAYED IT REALLY REALLY REALLY LOUD. IT WAS GREAT. I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED, I THINK MAYBE WE HAD TO TURN IT DOWN. MARYANNE DIED THIS MORNING.
Wednesday, October 21
i don't steal pills from her cabinet anymore. i stopped smoking. i even quit coffee. so i down mugs and mugs of tea pungent with the smell of steaming leaves.
i would watch a lot of tv, but i don't have one. so i download youtube videos, painting my nails and lips red in between the buffering silences and streaming flashes of beyonce.
i bake a lot, i add sugared ginger pieces to carrot cake, blueberries to zucchini bread, cardamom to cupcakes. i'd like to fool myself that i'm more different than i really am. my fridge is stuffed with tupperwares full of week-old cakes and bread.
nights are the easiest. 2am, and i head to the 24-hour walmart and push my cart around the giant aisles, swerving around stoners by the electronics section. i order chocolate chip waffles at waffle house. i go to the xxx video store and slowly browse the racks of cum shots while sneaking sidelong glances at the men breaking each other coming in and out of the booths in the back.
some time before morning, i find myself sleepless, sober, dry heaving against the bathroom tiles.
still it's easier to be alone. easier to be unhappy.
Tuesday, October 20
Ann Peebles, Al Green, Otis Redding, Carl Perkins, Elvis, Johnny Cash, Booker T. Jones... I'm going to live here and become Jun from Mystery Train, creepers and all. Who'll be my Mitsuko?
Sunday, October 18
sent from my chum alecia of oklahoma city
I am back in OK and you can tell.
Thursday, October 15
former ghosts toronto show back on
thee Toronto show is back on for Friday October 16th
it has been moved to Heartbeeat 960 located at 960 Queen St at Shaw
Wednesday, October 14
please go here
Tuesday, October 13
New Orleans 2
nerdily, i went on the haunted history tour through the french quarter.
here, the ghosts keep reappearing to tell tales of its history.
the yellow fever claimed 10,000 lives in the city. they stacked bodies on intersections until the the corpses roasted and steamed till they split open like sausages. some will see ghosts of bodies or smell the stench. it is of this intersection that robert johnson sings of.
the first fire wiped out 80% of the city and killed a third of its population. the school children still haunt the dorms they died in. many are happy, playing around with the tourists who are now staying in those school-to-hotel converted rooms. some have appeared scorched. skin charred, eyes hollow, trembling and disoriented.
lady delphnie tortured her slaves. they found bodies locked in a room: a woman scalped and peeled like an orange around her waist. a man's face cut in a cross and peeled open, bones cut out of forehead, cheeks, and chin, and rearranged on the face. a woman still alive stuffed into a chest with every bone broken and joint popped out. they found the bodies because the cook, who was chained to the stove and only allowed to move from stove to her bed a few feet away set fire to the kitchen, drawing the attention of police to the scene.
before lady delphnie fled, she held pistols to her slaves and buried them alive underneath her house. for weeks afterwards, the townspeople could hear screaming and moaning from underneath the sidewalk, but no one did anything about it. 110 years later, while renovating, they found the bodies under the caved in sidewalks.
civil war soldiers appear in a hotel room during mardi gras, pirates at bars, 18th c. schoolchildren play with elevators, vampires haunt among cars. "dead" is not the right word for them.
would you want to be a ghost? where would you haunt? who could you never leave?
on to Mississippi.
Sunday, October 11
this shit is finally up
here it is
im in stuttgart germany
where are you
jamie is on this
ches is on this
and some other great people too
please share it
Saturday, October 10
She was jealous, possessive, and manipulative. So was I. I hated her because she wouldn't let me forget me. But still I had a soft spot for her which she pounded a nail into every chance she got.
The only time we were kind was when we fucked. I stripped myself bear and offered it up fully. Tit in mouth and cunt in hand, I would discover that virtue and sin can exist in everything.
In the morning, I awoke with a renewed sense of beginning, feeling we could change. She would be somebody else today, and I would wear my pain loosely. Every night, I would go to sleep thinking I would try again. In between, these were the times we nurtured our beasts.
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