Howling Man | Guts | Kevin Ayers | John Cale
There’s an apocryphal story surrounding the men in these two clips, but it don’t matter. It’s just vulgar naturalism.
Above: “Howling Man”. Kevin Ayers and John Cale. 1981.
Above: “Guts”. John Cale. [0:00-3:10]. 1983.
Strindberg and Helium
Strindberg and Helium is a series of vignettes featuring tormented Scandinavian playwright August Strindberg and his, er, “floaty friend Helium.”
It occurs to me . . .
. . . that I may have been in one of them hypnagogic states you hear tell of.
As always,
Cooper is way ahead of the rest of y’all. Talkin’ this guys-in-kilts bidnis.
Scene
I had most need of blessing, and Amen
Stuck in my throat.
(Macbeth. Act II. Scene 2.)
For Cooper: Steampunk RV
ATTN: Smiths
Re: clusterflockstock (May 2009; Fannin County, Texas). While clusterflockstock promoters attempt to negotiate with Bill Callahan’s people in the hopes of bringing both Callahan and Jandek to the clusterflock Main Stage, is there a chance we might persuade any or all incarnations of The Smiths to perform?
Otherwise, people, I’m afraid we may be stuck with me and Cooper Renner doing “The Ivor Cutler Songbook”.
looking ahead to clusterflockstock
So when we all gather in May 2009 in Fannin County, Texas for clusterflockstock ( –X– days of –X– , –X– , and –X– ), will Jandek perform on the clusterflock –X– Stage?
All the Men and Women Merely Players (RIP Paul Sills 1927-2008)
I’ve been wrassling all week over a cluster-post about Paul Sills. I mean, I was silent about Bob Rauschenberg. I promised and failed to deliver a meditation on Yves Saint Laurent. The best I could do for Bo Diddley was a photo and quotation and link to a clip on YouTube.
And then Paul Sills died.
This is getting morbid.
So I’m just going to crib, this time from Gapers Block’s newsletter, The Party Line.
In my ongoing quest to evaluate my personal contribution to this world, recently I stopped Googling myself long enough to realize that I enjoy a curious claim: I’ve reduced to tears two women from two separate Chicago performing arts families.
Oh, no, oh, no, the years pass by in droves
First a shot of a forty-year-old photo (taken by my mom) of me and several of the other boys in the spring 1967 L.V. Stockard Jr. High production of If Boys Wore the Skirts. (That’s me in the polka dot shirt.)
