Click here for Albert Collins
Monday, June 25, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
SUNDAY BREAKFAST
Sorry
friends. My brain hurts. I’ll leave you with this question and catch up with you
all tomorrow.
If I was a Hun on my pony
Following my leader
To the rape and pillage the Roman Empire
Would I have been
In any way aware
I was a vassal of apocalypse
Terminating a culture
A system of supposed civilization
And ushering in Dark Ages
And centuries of war, pestilence, death,
And ignorance?
Or would I merely have viewed it
As just another day on the job?
Click here for The Beatles
The secret
number is 451
Friday, June 22, 2012
THE BANKER
There’s
really nothing to say about this little gem from Bill Nighy except its
hilarious and subversively on the money. Click here.
The secret
word is Ruin
PURE EGO
A glowing
review by the excellent Ben Graham of last Friday’s poetry show here in
Brighton was posted on Facebook. One section, however, gave me cause for a
certain old guard pause and posed three possible questions.
1) Have I
been doing this for too long?
2) Have my
visions become archaic?
3) Do I
give a fuck?
“Farren links back to an era when outlaw giants like
Burroughs, Thompson and Morrison still strode the earth, and rock n’ roll and
outsider poetry were linked, along with wider and more amorphous notions of
youth-as-rebel-culture and drugs-as-shamanic-tools, standing firm against
the rapacious advances of the military-industrial greedheads and all who served
them. Such an era may seem quaint and discredited now from our lonely 21st
Century beachhead. And yet we at the Midsummer Poetry Ball still broadly
advocate and stand behind such principles.” (Click here for the whole thing.)
So while
I’m basking in the wonder of me, KUSF in San Francisco devoted an hpur show to
the works of the Deviants plus side project like Tijuana Bible. (Click here for
a listen)
And if all
that wasn’t enough, here’s a clip of the Deviants’ D-Day show in Wolverhampton.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
FULL SPEED TO THE DARK AGES
This essay by John Atcheson provides one more well considered confirmation that arrant and vicious stupidity has to be halted if any of us are to survive.
“We are witnessing an epochal shift in our socio-political world. We are de-evolving, hurtling headlong into a past that was defined by serfs and lords; by necromancy and superstition; by policies based on fiat, not facts. Much of what has made the modern world in general, and the United States in particular, a free and prosperous society comes directly from insights that arose during the Enlightenment. Too bad we’re chucking it all out and returning to the Dark Ages. Literally. Two main things distinguished the post Enlightenment world from the pre Enlightenment Dark Ages. First, Francis Bacon’s Novo Organum Scientiarum (The New Instrument of Science)introduced a new way of understanding the world, in which empiricism, facts and … well … reality … defined what was real. It essentially outlined the scientific method: observation and data collection, formulation of hypotheses, experiments designed to test hypotheses and elevation of these hypotheses to theories when data consistently supported them. It was and is a system based on skepticism, and a relentless and methodical search for truth.
It brought us advances and untold wealth and health.
From one-horse carts to automobiles to airplanes. From leaches and phrenology
to penicillin and monoclonal antibodies.
Until recently.
Now, we seek to operate by revealed truths, not
reality. Decrees from on high – often issued by an unholy alliance of
religious fundamentalists, self-interested corporations, and greedy fat cats –
are offered up as reality by rightwing politicians. For example, North Carolina
law-makers recently passed legislation against sea level rise. A day later, the
Virginia legislature required that references to global warming, climate change
and sea
level rise be excised from a
proposed study on sea
level rise. Last year, the Texas Department of Environmental
Quality, which had commissioned a study on Galveston Bay, cut all references to
sea level rise – the main point of the study. As Stephen Colbert so aptly put
it: “If your science gives you results you don’t like, pass a law saying
that the result is illegal Problem solved.”Click here for more
Click here
for the Doctor
The secret
word is Dementia
THE FROZDICK FAMILY
It took
Lars Frozdick some time to talk the other three guys into taking part in the
experiment but eventually they came on board.
Monday, June 18, 2012
THE AUM NUKE
Here at
Doc40 we love a good conspiracy theory, especially when it involves DIY nuclear
weapons. Although I cultivated a morbid interest the Aum Shinrikyo death cult through the 1990s – they
were the characters who, in 1995, loosed Sarin nerve gas in the Tokyo subway –
I hadn’t heard this quite amazing story until I read about it in Bill Bryson’s book In a Sunburned
Country…
“In January 1997, according to a report written in America
by a Times reporter, scientists were seriously
investigating the possibility that a mysterious seismic disturbance in the
remote Australian outback almost four years earlier had been a nuclear
explosion set off by members of the Japanese doomsday cult Aum Shinrikyo.
"It happens that at 11:03 p.m. local
time on May 28, 1993, seismograph needles all over the Pacific region twitched
and scribbled in response to a very large-scale disturbance near a place called
Banjawarn Station in the Great Victoria Desert of Western Australia. Some
long-distance truckers and prospectors, virtually the only people out in that
lonely expanse, reported seeing a sudden flash in the sky and hearing or
feeling the boom of a mighty but far-off explosion. One reported that a can of
beer had danced off the table in his tent.
"The problem was that there was no obvious explanation.
The seismograph traces didn't fit the profile for an earthquake or mining
explosion, and anyway the blast was 170 times more powerful than the most
powerful mining explosion ever recorded in Western Australia. The shock was
consistent with a large meteorite strike, but the impact would have blown a
crater hundreds of feet in circumference, and no such crater could be found.
The upshot is that scientists puzzled over the incident for a day or two, then
filed it away as an unexplained curiosity-- the sort of thing that presumably
happens from time to time.
"Then in 1995 Aum Shinrikyo gained sudden notoriety
when it released extravagant quantities of the nerve gas sarin into the Tokyo
subway system, killing twelve people. In the investigations that followed, it
emerged that Aum's substantial holdings included a 500,000-acre desert
property in Western Australia very near the site of the mystery event. There,
authorities found a laboratory of unusual sophistication and focus, and
evidence that cult members had been mining uranium. It separately emerged that
Aum had recruited into its ranks two nuclear engineers from the former Soviet
Union. The group's avowed aim was the destruction of the world, and it appears
that the event in the desert may have been a dry run for blowing up Tokyo.”
Click here
for Bob
The secret
word is Roentgen
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
BECAUSE THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO
This is kinda long, but when our pals at Delancey Place
dropped this clip from Timothy Beal’s book The Rise and Fall of the Bible: The Unexpected History of an
Accidental Book into my inbox I was intrigued. Over the years I
have listened to so many idiots spouting so much nonsense and using The Bible
as the ultimate authority because it was supposedly written by their monotheist
God (above). The truth now emerges that a large number of the aforementioned
idiots and their ilk haven’t even read the damned book and are devoid of too
many clues as to what they’re talking about.
"According to the Pew Forum on Religion and Public
Life, 78 percent of all Americans say that the Bible is the 'word of God,' and
almost half of those believe that, as such, 'it is to be taken literally, word
for word.' Polling data from the Barna Group indicate that nearly half of all
Americans agree that 'the Bible is totally accurate in all of its teachings'
(88 percent of all 'born-again' Christians believe the same), and the Gallup
Poll finds that 65 percent of all Americans believe that the Bible 'answers all
or most of the basic questions of life.' These statements are shorthand descriptions
of the idea of the Bible as God's magnum opus, the first and last word on who
God is, who we are, why we're here, and where we go after this. ...
"Yet ... recent polls and surveys offer these biblical
revelations:
"Less than half of all adult Americans can name the
first book of the Bible (Genesis, in Hebrew Bereshit)
or the four Gospels of the New Testament (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John).
"More than 80 percent of born-again or evangelical
Christians believe that "God helps those who help themselves" is a
Bible verse. ...
"More than half of graduating high school seniors guess
that Sodom and Gomorrah were husband and wife, and one in ten adults believes
that Joan of Arc was Noah's wife. (Those two must've been multiple-choice
questions.)
"Almost two-thirds of Americans can't name at least
five of the Ten Commandments. Some of these people, moreover, are outspoken
promoters of them. Georgia representative Lynn Westmoreland, cosponsor of a
bill to display the Ten Commandments in the chambers of the House of
Representatives and Senate, could remember only three when Stephen Colbert
asked him to recite them on The Colbert Report (Colbert, who I hear teaches Sunday school
at his church, would probably have done considerably better). ...
"Even among the majority of Christians who identify
themselves strongly with the Bible, Bible reading is a rare activity. In a 2005
nationwide study of religious values, practices, and behaviors by Baylor
University's Institute for Studies of Religion, more than half of those
identifying themselves as 'Bible-believing' said they had not participated in
any kind of Bible study or Sunday school program at all in the past month. ...
"While biblical literacy is about as low as it can get,
Bible sales have been booming. The biggest Bible publishers in this highly
competitive business guard their sales data closely, but reliable industry
sources estimate that 2007 saw about 25 million Bibles sold, generating
revenues of about $770 million in the United States alone. That was an increase
of more than 26 percent since 2005, which saw U.S. sales of about $609 million.
In fact, the Bible-publishing business has been enjoying a healthy compounded
growth rate of close to 10 percent per year for several years. Even during the
high point of economic crisis in late 2008, when other book sales were hurting
badly, Bible sales continued to boom, with an estimated $823.5 million that
year. ...
"So biblical literacy is low to zip, even while
biblical reverence remains high and Bible sales rise. What's going on? Could it
be that biblical literacy is being replaced by biblical consumerism? In today's
consumer culture, we are what we buy, wear, and carry. We identify ourselves by
our patterns of consumer choices, by the market niches we buy into. It's gone
beyond that post-Cartesian proof of existence, 'I shop, therefore I am.' Today,
it's closer to 'I shop for what I am.' "
Click here for Siouxsie and the Banshees
The secret word is Writ
Monday, June 11, 2012
THE DECREPIT WARRIOR POET IS AT IT AGAIN
The write up reads…
"Legendary writer, singer and provocateur Mick Farren is due
to perform a one-off spoken word show in Brighton this Friday (June 15th).
Farren will headline the Midsummer Poetry Ball at Brighton’s 100-capacity
Westhill Hall, reading from his recently-published collection of verse, Black Dogs Circling (Sea
Urchin Editions), among other work. The counter-culture veteran will be backed
for the occasion by guitarist Andy Colquhoun and percussionist Jaki Windmill,
both current members of Farren’s recently-reactivated proto-punk freak band the
Deviants." (Click here for more)
Tickets are
just £4.00 and the really good news is that you can bring in your own booze.
(And the post code is BN1 3PS)
Sunday, June 10, 2012
SUNDAY BREAKFAST
Whatever
today’s repast might have been, it wasn’t preceded by a lude or a mandy.
Mandrax in the UK, Quaaludes in the US, they made you horny, cosily stupid and
the world turned very slowly and every casual contact was beautiful. They were
adored by tattooed love boys, party girls, and Elvis Presley. And, many a morn,
if it hadn’t been for the coke, you might next have risen from the bed, and
even then it was only to stagger out for a wobble and if one wobbled in the
direction of some alcohol the God Lord save us all. Wikipedia rather stiffly
recalls…
“Quaaludes became increasingly popular as a recreational
drug in the late 1960s and early 1970s. The drug was used during sexual
activity because of heightened sensitivity and lowered inhibition coupled with
relaxation and euphoria. The drug was often used by people who went to glam
rock clubs in the early 1970s and at discos in the late 1970s. (One slang term
for Quaaludes was disco biscuits.)”
The drug
was methaqualone and its vogue was sadly short if intense. It was just too much
fun for the authoritarian squares. The global drug enforcement industry leaned
heavily on the big pharm to simply stop making ludes and mandies. Big pharm
instantly caved despite the popularity of the product. The seductive white
pills just plain vanished. Bootlegs are manufactured in Mexico but they were
powdery rubbish. Large sections of hedonist/airhead drug culture were bereft
and distraught. Some expressed their distress by becoming full blown junkies. I
joked in my 2001 novel Darklost that Robert Evans had the very last Quaalude on
the planet in his private safe,
“Gene Haislip, the former head of the Chemical Control
Division of the Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA), told the PBS documentary program
Frontline: “we beat 'em.” By contacting governments around the world and
manufacturers of Quaaludes, the DEA convinced them to halt production. Haislip
said “we eliminated the problem.”
Bah!
Click here
for David
The secret
word is Stumble
Friday, June 08, 2012
AYN RAND WAS A SPEEDFREAK (Shock! Horror!)
I had assumed Ayn Rand was merely dangerous and maybe
self-obsessed to the point of psychosis. As it turns out – and according to
Robert Anton Wilson in his book Cosmic Trigger Vol II -- she was consistently loaded to the
gills on amphetamine…
“The first new dogmatism I embraced after rejecting the
Marxist BS (belief system) was Ayn Rand’s philosophy (not yet called
Objectivism in those days.) _The Fountainhead_ had exactly the appeal for me
that it has retained, decade after decade, with alienated adolescents of all
ages. (The average youthful reader of _Thus Spake Zarathustra_ decides he is
the Superman, and the average youthful Randroid decides she is an Alienated
Super Genius.) Like most Randroids, I went around for a few years mindlessly
parroting all the Rand dogma and imagining I was an ‘individualist.’
“Some years later, after becoming a published writer, I
actually was invited to meet Ayn Rand once. (I was ‘summoned to the Presence,’
as Arlen said.) I confessed my doubts about certain Rand dogmas and was Cast
Out Into the Darkness forever to wail and gnash my teeth in the Realm of Thud.
It was weird. I thought the Trots and Catholic priests were dogmatic, but Ayn
Rand made both groups look like models of tolerance by comparison. “I thought
she was a clinical paranoid. It was nearly 30 years later that I found out Rand
was merely on Speed all the time, which creates an effect so much like paranoia
that even trained clinicians cannot always tell the difference, and some even
claim there is no difference.”
Click here for Motorhead (I wrote the lyrics to this, BTW)
The secret word is Bomber
“BIBLICAL”
The torrential rain in Wolverhampton – described by Russell
Hunter (above) as “biblical” – cut into the size of the crowd, but those who
were there at the Robin 2 were seriously hardcore. A Facebook pal calling
himself Turner D. Century describes the show below. (Although we do have one
memo to Turner. We like our guitar solos! We like them a lot.)
“No encore and a singular
failure of the White Panther massive to materialise in Bilston couldn't
diminish the realisation that Mr. Farren needs only to BE to send a ripple across the
seismograph of the underthecounterculture; the fella sucks up kulturpolitik and
expels greatness like a wide bore blazooka spraying archly considered shrapnel into the underbelly of the beast. New tune
Cocaine and Gunpowder hardwires the band into nostalgia-shucking nowness and
sits well next to the undeniably anthemic wade of Billy The Monster. Where were
you the night The Deviants rolled into town they'll ask...and if you can't show
the seat-mounted imprint of the size 12 of legend, the nametakers and
ass-kickers will laugh you straight out of Valhalla...”
BUT WE ALSO HAVE BAD NEWS
Next week the Deviants were supposed to play the Shepherds Bush Empire along with our old pal John Sinclair, Howard Marks, and the lovely Sonja Kristina (below), among others. A couple of days ago, however, we were informed by promoter Ian Grant – without any real explanation – that the show was cancelled. This was the second time Ian’s shot a show of this kind from under us, and, just to compound our dissatisfaction, we had actually learned unofficially of the cancellation from our friend Yukiko in Tokyo a week earlier. It all makes me wonder about bloody promoters. As artists, we work very hard, we create, we rehearse, we do everything we can to improve our work. To stick something up on the web with a Facebook link and hope the crowds will flock seems hardly promotional. Maybe the secret word is lazy.
Monday, June 04, 2012
I BIT THE HANDLER (but I did not bite the Deity)
I have tried not to think too much about Pentecostal snake
handling. I preferred to pass by on the other side, accepting that, like The
Rapture, it was just another obscure biblical reference blown out of all
proportion by folks who’ve been drinking corn squeezings out in the hills for far
too long while simultaneously immersed in a diminishing Deliverance gene
pool. It also seemed like one more unfortunate conformation of that theological
view of the USA as the four century dumping grown for all the religious nut,
obsessive and psychos from the Old World. When, however, our buddy Richard at
Dangerous Minds tells us a snake has turned around and bitten the handler, I
sit up and take notice.
“Mack Wolford, a flamboyant Pentecostal pastor from West
Virginia whose serpent-handling talents were profiled last November in The Washington Post Magazine, hoped the
outdoor service he had planned for Sunday at an isolated state park would be a
“homecoming like the old days,” full of folks speaking in tongues, handling
snakes and having a “great time.” But it was not the sort of homecoming he
foresaw.
Instead, Wolford, who turned 44 the previous day, was bitten
by a rattlesnake he owned for years. He died late Sunday. Mark Randall “Mack”
Wolford was known all over Appalachia as a daring man of conviction. He
believed that the Bible mandates that Christians handle serpents to test their
faith in God — and that, if they are bitten, they trust in God alone to heal
them. He and other adherents cited Mark 16:17-18 as the reason for their
practice: “And these signs will follow those who believe: in My name they will
cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents;
and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay
their hands on the sick, and they will recover.”
Click here for Bo
The secret word is Slither
Sunday, June 03, 2012
SUNDAY BREAKFAST
It’s been a short week on Doc40 as June busts, the tuna in
the Pacific turn radioactive, the relentless Jubilee grinds on with all the
false luster of a counterfeit gem, and hiding under the bed is a cheap but easy
metaphor in a world where greed-driven and wholly unprincipled market
manipulators and petulant bankers yet again run us into the ground and Goldman
Sachs have the gall to actually advertise their spurious wonder on my Gmail
page. While, at the same time, a constant media drumbeat of evil tidings drive
the already daunted to depression and worse, and I worry that, even in my
decrepitude, I am not able to more which is why, when the following showed up
on Facebook from a friend called Nick I felt considerably cheered…
"From the comforting/alarming
presence of the Deviants back in the day to the aspirational ID with the DNA
Cowboys whose jouissance pierced the gloom of the merseyside methadome in which
we dwelt (courtesy of the DHSS) - a simple message of thanks. You gave us
(what's proved to be well-founded) hope that our creativity could be more than
a source of shame."
But if you believe I’m drinking lady-looking mimosas for
breakfast, please think again.
Click here for Torn & Frayed
The secret word is Continue
AND DON’T FORGET, WOLVERHAMPTION...
Wednesday June 6th – the anniversary of D-Day –
The Deviants (amazing survivors of the original Deviants and Pink Fairies) will
be playing the Robin 2 in Bilston. Click here for details and tickets.
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