Saturday, December 31, 2011

HAPPY NEW YEAR, Y'ALL



















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The secret word is Countdown

MARILYN SEZ...

"It may just be simple trans-reality dimension brane flux." 

Saturday, December 24, 2011

THE TIDE OF YULE




















The tide of yule sweeps all before so how can we resist? Have a fabulous 2012, friends and neighbours, even if the Maya are right and it really is our last.

The secret word is Pudding

Monday, December 19, 2011

HAVE THIS DREAM STOPPED!

Regular readers may have noticed that Doc40 has been, to say the least, a tad sporadic of late. Right now, as Yule bears down on us, I continue to attempt to catch up with all the writing I haven’t done while I was under the weather, while simultaneously wondering by what means, chemical or otherwise, I will make it through the rites of Festivus (a Frank Constanza ref.). I will, however, endeavor to keep the posts coming even if they are more visual than insightful and, I hope, organize the traditional Cool Yule Penguin Whacking. (Image from MK)

Click here for Santa back in town.

Do we want Kim Jong Il to RIP?

The secret word is Saturnalia

MARILYN SEZ...

“I have always a considered Christmas a time for cognac and barbiturates.”  

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

DID YOU EVER HAVE ONE OF THOSE DAYS?










But, of course, I do have a mission. (And the God Particle is coming.)

Click here for the Rolling Stones

The secret word is Images.

Monday, December 12, 2011

THE FROZDICK FAMILY




















Georgiana Frozdick did not realize her wings were on fire, and needless to say, the rotten Indians didn’t bother to warn her.  

Sunday, December 11, 2011

SUNDAY BREAKFAST


















Well, no, in fact my physical well-being – after a couple of unfortunate setbacks – is decidedly improved. To the point that I’m actually becoming a tad neurotic about all the catching up required of me. I fret over all the commentary I have not delivered, the madness that is unwritten, the overdue correspondence, the burden of faux-divine inspiration that has yet to be committed to print, not to mention the so-called civilizations that require saving. But the solstice is upon us, my strength returns, and in the New Year, (maybe our last -- wink) I’m devoutly hoping that even more offers of events, projects, performances, and suitably bizarre propositions will be beating a path to the door of this ancient poet.

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The secret word is Regroup

MARILYN SEZ...

“He refuses the admit that he’s not the young warrior sensei he used to be.”

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

AND TOMORROW WE ASK YOU TO BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS

HCB and I simultaneously received the same press release. Click here to see for yourself.

Click here for a younger Elvis

The secret word is Questionable

THE FROZDICK FAMILY













Katrina Frozdick makes her play for Fidel.

Friday, December 02, 2011

...OR BE SQUARE!

I'll be playing this show tomorrow (Saturday) with Andy Colquhoun and Jaki Windmill. It'll be my first public outing since I got sick.

The secret word is Comeback 

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

I JUST LOVE THIS (Thursday On My Mind)



















I couldn’t resist lifting this from Dangerous Minds. The Norse gods really don’t get their due recognition.

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The secret word is Valhalla

MARILYN SEZ...

“Pagan ire can be very attractive.”

Monday, November 28, 2011

AND YOU THOUGHT ROCK & ROLL COULD START RIOTS?












Our pals at Delancey Place send over this account of the riotous premiere of Stravinsky’s Rite Of Spring.

"All the excitement [of Igor Stravinsky's early career] was nothing against the impact of Le Sacre du printemps, which had its premiere on May 29, 1913 [when he was thirty]. Stravinsky had conceived the idea for it while working on Firebird. 'I dreamed of a scene of pagan ritual in which a chosen sacrificial virgin danced herself to death.' Work on Le Sacre was dropped for Petrushka, but Stravinsky soon resumed work on the new ballet. (He has said that The Coronation of Spring would be closer to his original meaning than the usual translation, The Rite of Spring.) Vaslav Nijinsky was the choreographer, and the premiere resulted in the most famous scandale in the history of music. Hardly anybody in the audience was prepared for a score of such dissonance and ferocity, such complexity and such rhythmic oddity.
"Nobody connected with the production had the faintest idea that the music would provoke a visceral reaction. As soon as the bassoon ended its phrase in the high register, at the very opening of the ballet, laughter broke out. Soon there were whistles and catcalls. Nobody could hear the music. Diaghilev had the electricians switch the house lights off and on, in an effort to restore order. Nijinsky, in the wings, yelled the rhythms to the dancers. The Comtesse de Pourtales stood in her box, brandishing her fan, and shouted: 'This is the first time in sixty years that anybody has dared make fun of me.' People hurled insults at each other. The Apaches, [a musical school of thought] headed by Ravel, shrieked their praise. Stravinsky himself, in his Expositions and Developments, has described the famous evening at the Theatre des Champs-Elysees:
"Mild protests against the music could be heard from the very beginning of the performance. Then, when the curtain opened ... the storm broke. Cries of 'Ta gueule' (shut up!) came from behind me. I heard Florent Schmitt shout 'Taisez-vouz garces du seizieme' (be quiet, bitches of the sixteenth!); the 'garces' of the sixteenth arondissement were, of course, the most elegant ladies in Paris. The uproar continued, however, and a few minutes later I left the hall in a rage; I was sitting on the right near the orchestra, and I remember slamming the door. I have never again been that angry. The music was familiar to me; I loved it, and I could not understand why people who had not yet heard it wanted to protest in advance. I arrived in a fury backstage, where I saw Diaghilev flicking the house lights in a last effort to quiet the hall. For the rest of the performance I stood in the wings behind Nijinsky holding the tails of his frac while he stood on a chair shouting numbers to the dancers like a coxswain.” -- Harold C. Schonberg: The Lives of the Great Composers (Norton)

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The secret word is Bird

THE FROZDICK FAMILY













“I am not a Frozdick.”

FISHY…MMMM!

Catapocalypse draws ever nearer.

AND WHAT COSTUME SHALL THE POOR GIRL WEAR…












…for all tomorrow’s parties?

Click here for the Siouxsie version. (Image of near naked Nico submitted by HCB)

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

FRANK MILLER IS REVEALED AS PORCINE





















The above is a response to the below – a vitriolic and reactionary post by Frank Miller, creator of The Dark Knight, on his blog. And to think I used the think Miller was cool (at least until 300) but this evokes nothing but contempt. (Click here if it's hard to read.)

“The “Occupy” movement, whether displaying itself on Wall Street or in the streets of Oakland (which has, with unspeakable cowardice, embraced it) is anything but an exercise of our blessed First Amendment. “Occupy” is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness. These clowns can do nothing but harm America. “Occupy” is nothing short of a clumsy, poorly-expressed attempt at anarchy, to the extent that the “movement” – HAH! Some “movement”, except if the word “bowel” is attached - is anything more than an ugly fashion statement by a bunch of iPhone, iPad wielding spoiled brats who should stop getting in the way of working people and find jobs for themselves. This is no popular uprising. This is garbage. And goodness knows they’re spewing their garbage – both politically and physically – every which way they can find. Wake up, pond scum. America is at war against a ruthless enemy.”

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The secret word is Disappointed

ROAD MAPS…BUT MAYBE NOT TO THE SOUL













Our pal Aeswiren went is a fascinating link to The Human Sex Map. Click here to peruse.

I AM A...

(How often, friends and neighbours, do you encounter a Christopher Isherwood joke?)

Monday, November 21, 2011

CAPITALISM IN ACTION













Sometimes the images come so thick and fast you need wings to stay above them and words are temporarily redundant. But remember the name of the waddling motherfucker. He’s Lieutenant John Pike and he’s now part of history.

Click here for Led Zeppelin

The secret word is Loathing

OH NO! BARBIE IS A LESBIAN

Or click here to watch bluejeans being sold with nuances of necrophilia and mass murder.

Friday, November 18, 2011

NATALIE SEZ…

“Okay, so who drowned me?”

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The secret word is Splash

Thursday, November 17, 2011

SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO STAY HOME AND DO NOTHING

The doc came by today and she told me I still needed rest and more X-rays. Thus I remain at home.

And talking of home, someone has created a suitably psychedelic video for the ancient 1968 Deviants track “I’m Coming Home” Click here to viddy.

The secret word is Process

THE FROZDICK FAMILY

Sheena Frozdick could lose herself in her bongos.


(Image lifted from Adam Gorightly)

Monday, November 14, 2011

REJECTED CRUMB

Back in the early 1970s, I almost went to jail for publishing R. Crumb. Now, almost forty years later, The New Yorker rejects him. (Click here for more)

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The secret word is Natural

Sunday, November 13, 2011

SUNDAY BREAKFAST

But how about donuts with added opiate narcotics? (Image supplied by DAT)

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The secret word is Homer

MARILYN SEZ...













“I can only contemplate some bad joke about always getting their man.”

Friday, November 11, 2011

ONE WONDERS















Today is all the ones. 11.11.11. And also all the elevens. But I wonder what to do with this piece of numerology.

Click here for Three Dog Night (I can’t believe I actually wrote that.)

The secret word is Singularity