RADIO
|July 27, 2010 | Found Images
Via Recave.

For the most part, I’ve given in to the practical, digital, globalized world. I don’t drive a cool old car made out of heavy American metal anymore, nor do I trawl eBay for the wonderful hand-stitched-in-the-U.S.A. Vans skateboard shoes of my youth. I believe that there’s something to be said for desire ( and the modern American’s lack of it, which I suspect is a factor in many things not seeming as exciting as they used to ), as in the anticipation of picking up contact sheets to see if you took any good pictures — but, really, doing most things the way we had to 10, 20 years ago would seem utterly time-consuming and difficult. My clunky collection of old SLR cameras and lenses will remain in a box, underneath some other shit. My Polaroid camera, however, is a little closer to my heart.
I bought my Polaroid Impulse at the giant Woolworth’s on 34th Street in New York City in 1990, and it was certainly ( drum roll ) an impulse buy. We in White Zombie had gotten a small ( exceedingly small, compared to other bands from the downtown metal scene ) check upon signing to Geffen Records and my share amounted to a new wah wah, a Boss Octave pedal ( the OC-2, which I had seen Ricky from Circus Of Power use to great effect ), a couple of guitar cords, and two weeks rent in advance. And eating, which was very nice. And the camera pictured above, which I could scarcely afford film for, but which seemed perfect for documenting my haphazard life. I carried the thing around for a couple of years as my only camera, and I continued to use it occasionally ( for fun, and because I love that no-depth-of-field, crazy-color look ) until Polaroid discontinued 600 film in 2007.
Now, throwing practicality to the wind, a company called The Impossible Project has started manufacturing instant film. It’s quite expensive ( the film comes in 8-packs, and works out to something like $2.75 a shot ), and it is totally unstable. The pics I took with the old Polaroid film, including those from the early 90s, look just as they did back then — and, since the Impulse doesn’t really work without flash, they all look pretty similar with regard to depth, focus, light etc. … the Impossible shots ( I used a film called Silver Shade, which is at their store ) are all different, and keep changing from day to day. Granted, they tell you up front that the prints will be sepia-toned and that heat and bright light will shift them tonally towards red, as well as having other, unpredictable effects – and I live in the deep south, and it is summer, so most of these were taken in 90º+ heat .. I guess the next time I’m in Winnipeg in January ( it could happen, right? ), I’ll take some more and see what develops.
The W.H.Stark house * Orange, TX.
Lil’ Doogie eating Vietnamese food * Harvey, LA.
Statue of a shriner holding a little girl with polio * Marzuq Shrine, Tallahassee, FL.
Minor Strachan * New Orleans, LA.
Rob Schwager * Weeki Wachee, FL. In addition to the comics, posters and hot rod art he cranks out, Rob does this really cool thing where he rivets together sheets of aircraft aluminum to create a piece of fuselage and paints WWII bomber nose art on it, either reproductions of original designs or totally new ones. If you want, he’ll even add bullet holes.
Skulls * Laredo, TX.
Drew Vonderhaar * New Orleans, LA.
Watching fireworks on the roof with a rowdy bunch of New Orleans chefs * July 4th, 2010.
Chopper Stepe, with Nikki * Orlando, FL.
I recently managed to get my hands on a tape of an old college radio show – 72 minutes of music and DJ banter – from WTUL, which is the station at Tulane University in New Orleans. I edited and smoothed things out a little bit, but what you have here is pretty much what went out over the airwaves on November 29th, 1978.
There’s a lot of music that you’ll be familiar with if you’re a fan of early punk and postpunk, but there are also some obscure treats – The Normals are widely considered, along with the Red Rockers ( who came along in 1979 ), to be the most happening early New Orleans punk band, and you can listen here to Almost Ready, the ultra-rare, ultra-great 45 that was their only release.
It’s easy to forget what an exciting time this was, with fresh records arriving weekly from the UK and underground American bands starting to pop up all over the place. When the DJ ( who, according to several oldtimers I’ve asked, is a guy called ” John G, ” ) says, casually, that Captain Beefheart is playing at Tipitina’s that night, I think, God, I’d give my right arm to be able to travel through time and see that show. Anyway, you can download the whole thing here.
THE WTUL NEW WAVE HOUR * 1978
01. DJ : Elvis Costello – ” Emotional Fascism “
02. Elvis Costello : Tiny Steps
03. The Jam : I Need You
04. Sid Vicious : My Way
05. WTUL Kraftwerk promo : ” Your FM alternative .. in stereo “
06. The Stranglers : No More Heroes
07. The Normals : Almost Ready
08. The Damned : New Rose
09. The Adverts : Gary Gilmore’s Eyes
10. DJ : playlist – station ID – import album hour – Johnny Thunders
11. New York Dolls : Who Are The Mystery Girls?
12. DEVO : Social Fools
13. The New Hearts : Plain Jane
14. The Radiators : Million Dollar Hero
15. Chelsea : High Rise Living
16. Blunt Instrument : No Excuse
17. DJ : playlist - station ID – import album hour – ” riding streetcars at strange hours ”
18. Jilted John : Jilted John
19. Split Enz : Crosswords
20. Ultravox : The Quiet Man
21. Brian Eno : Alternative 3
22. Brian Eno : Strange Light – DJ : station ID – import album hour – playlist - Captain Beefheart at Tipitina’s – The Shirts
23. The Shirts – Lonely Android
24. The Clash : Tommy Gun
25.The Boomtown Rats : Like Clockwork
26. Peter Hammill : Pushing 30
27. DJ : playlist – station ID – import album hour – musical entertainment at The Contemporary Arts Center
Independence Day in my neighborhood. Happy 4th, good night.
So, sometimes, if there’s no work, I get restless, I get in the car, and I go. Road trips aren’t for everyone, and I don’t know if I would have gravitated to it had it not been for all the touring I did in my 20s, when we hit all 50 states relentlessly, some more than others – Alaska once, Detroit, I don’t know, 20 times? MiamiAlbuquerqueDesMoinesTacoma. Houston was White Zombie central, the first city that really got the band ( Really. We were like the fucking Beatles there. ) – and if you’re going to play Houston, which we did, again and again, why not play Dallas and Austin and San Antonio and Lubbock and El Paso and, good God, Corpus Christi?
Touring in a van is a grind, and you would imagine that trading up to a nice tour bus and hotel rooms would make things easy, but it’s not true. You’re still tired and disoriented all the time, you’re still always getting sick, but now you’re totally isolated, except for when you get caught — and what I mean by that is, you know what it’s like to wake up in the dark and stumble into the bathroom to brush your teeth, right? Now imagine waking up in the dark, which is humid and diesel-scented, and having to find out where your bathroom is ( this is before cell phones, by the way ) ,opening a door to a blazing hot parking lot, and encountering 20 people who are fascinated by you. You appreciate these people, you really do, and when you’re in a good mood you’re downright fond of them, but you really, really want to brush your teeth. You know from your own experiences of meeting bands you loved – who turned out to be gigantic assholes – that if you don’t sign everything that’s put in front of you and listen to every story about where they were when they first heard your music, you’re going to ruin the show for these kids, and their week, and they will waste no time telling everybody they know, ” That dude’s a DICK! ”
I digress. I drive around a lot, and I think that one of the best things about being an American is that you can drive, and 6-8-10 hours later you’re in a completely different place. No borders, you just watch the scenery change. It’s not like touring, which is work, and it’s not like going to an airport, being processed by harried, surly people, getting sealed in a big metal coffin, then getting spit out at another more confusing airport. One of the things I do on road trips is buy records - it’s not like that’s the focal point of my travels, but I always end up coming home with like 30 LPs. I’m not an analog snob ( yes, if you have a well-pressed jazz LP from the 1960s and an amazing vibration-free belt-drive turntable and a beautiful, expensive tube amp, there IS a delightful, hyper-real thing that happens with the stereo soundstage, but you don’t. And neither do I ), but vinyl’s how I really connect with music right now. Records are cool, and they’re fun. I just got back from a week and a half’s trip with the aforementioned stack and I made myself a little compilation from some of the tunes that popped out at me. These songs are all from old records, 1969-1985, except for the brilliant Swedish band Dungen, who are current – but if you didn’t know that and I told you that Sätt Att Se was recorded on a rainy Stockholm afternoon in 1970, you’d probably believe me. You can download the mix here.
ROAD TRIP RIOT
01. Fleetwood Mac : The City
( Mystery To Me, Warner Bros. MS 2158 )
02. Van Der Graaf Generator : Theme One
( Pawn Hearts, Charisma CAS 1051 )
03. Wire : I Am The Fly
( Chairs Missing, EMI/ Harvest SHSP 4093 )
04. Wire : Outdoor Miner
( Chairs Missing, EMI/ Harvest SHSP 4093 )
05. Keith Moon : Solid Gold
( Two Sides Of The Moon, MCA/ Track MCA-2136 )
06. Micronotz : Proud To Be A Farmer
( The Beast That Devoured Itself, Fresh Sounds FS-211 )
07. Mott The Hoople : Whisky Women
( Wildlife, Atlantic SD 8284 )
08. MX-80 Sound : It’s Not My Fault
( Out Of The Tunnel, Ralph MX-8002 )
09. Nilsson : You’re Breakin’ My Heart
( Son Of Schmilsson, RCA LSP-4717 )
10. The Professionals : Little Boys
( I Didn’t See It Coming, Virgin V-2220 )
11. Mott The Hoople : Original Mixed-Up Kid
( Wildlife, Atlantic SD 8284 )
12. Jeff Beck Group : Spanish Boots
( Beck-Ola, Epic BN 26478 )
13. Dungen : Sätt Att See ( Instrumental )
( Sätt Att See – Musik Av Dungen, Subliminal Sounds XMLP-SUB29 )
Photo by Helen Del Guidice. Means nothing, unless you were in a certain place at a certain time, in which case it means everything.