|September 28, 2013 | Stuffs
This is from a thing I read today, called On Wittgenstein’s Steps by Dubravka Ugrešić.
” Poles don’t steal cabbages. Poles steal bronze and copper. Not even Slovaks steal cabbage. Slovaks steal teeth. In a video clip one Slovak filmed and uploaded to the internet, he admitted that he’d been burgling the graves of famous people buried at the Zentralfriedhof, Vienna’s central graveyard. The teeth-stealing Slovak initially made off with the watches of the deceased, but soon figured he might earn better on celebrity teeth. Apart from those of Johann Strauss and Johannes Brahms, whom forensics experts have confirmed are missing teeth, the Slovak claims to be hoarding the teeth of many other famous dead, prompting the Viennese police to open the graves of Beethoven, Schubert, Schönberg, and others, just to check if all bones are present and accounted for. Charges are pending against the unusual Slovak with a fetish for disinterring celebrity skeletons’ teeth. “
* The perversions of Chuck Berry.
* Russian mafia cemeteries and Stalin’s rope roads.
* An oral history of NYC punk by Alan Vega, and a 1981 Dutch documentary with lots of unseen, by me, at least, footage of L.A. punk. Additionally, there is, whatever your opinion on the new Clash all-inclusive box set, this new documentary.
* ” If a rich person has something you need, you should take it. And if a big corporation has something you want, you should steal it. Instead of paying retail prices when you go to a chain store, just don’t pay. “
* A Chinese teenager carved graffiti on Egypt’s ancient Luxor Temple. Also, wooing, and resenting, Chinese tourists.
* A tribute to New Orleans’ patron saint of beat literature. Also, on New Orleans, and gentrification : NOLA and longing.
* Chicks With Records, a Tumblr, is a thing.
* Why someone would buy a cassette tape.
* Bad Graffiti.
* Many photos of Las Vegas’ 1978 underground house.
Signs on side of building, Opelousas, Louisiana, 1938. Russell Lee. Opelousas, incidentally, is where I spent Hurricane Katrina and a good number of the crazy, scary days following it. I should tell you about that sometime.
Here is where you want to go.
|September 16, 2013 | Video
Hot, heavy blues-rock, live in ’75 – when Ginger Baker’s having fun, things go well. Dig Adrian Gurvitz’s tone here, not dissimilar to Phil Manzanera’s squealy Firebird-sound, and check that sparkly harlequin finish. Man.
