"We especially refer to the apparently autonomous and intelligent, chaotically mercurial and mischievous machine elves encountered in the trance state, strange teachers whose marvelous singing makes intricate toys out of the air and out of their own continually transforming body geometries." - Terence McKenna on encountering the ‘machine elves’ while on DMT
Marnie Stern – “Nothing is Easy” & “East Side Glory” Parquet Courts – “The More It Works” Phosphorescent – “Song for Zula” Neko Case – “Night Still Comes” Haim – “The Wire” Ho-Ag - World Destroying Zig-Zags (whole album seen as one large, fantastic song) Courtney Barnett “Avant Gardener” Teenage Guitar – “Atlantic Cod” Robert Pollard “This Place Has Everything”
Insistence on finer points is the stuff highwaymen’s dreams are made on, until the lost chord; it sounded so brittle back there. Come to my desk, we’ll talk it out and by George the next time it will come round, in a dress, and we’ll thank our premonitions and the power of staying up alone in a rain-lashed stadium with the the TV on. So much power, at such a distance.
Investigators said the Genovese gang — known as a crew — used Tri-Con in Hasbrouck Heights, N.J., and two hangouts in Hoboken, N.J., the Monroe Buddies Club and the Fifth and Madison Avenue Club, to plan their operations.
Wonder no more, Mr.Lynch, Monroe and his Buddies were all Genovese Gangsters! To me, this suggests something about the way the world is naturally organized. The fact that a photograph of a bar that Lynch casually took on a trip to the East Coast turned out to be a front for a shady crime operation targeting the health care industry (not the first business that comes to mind when you think of mafia run industries) is really odd. In other words, the real life story behind this photograph is Lynchian, which is an unbelievable coincidence, it seems to me, and worth pondering for a moment.
This popped up on Reddit yesterday. It’s a mysterious box filled with drawings and writings on UFOs and Ezekiel references. It’s either something brilliant, a marketing ploy, or the ramblings of a crazy person. All things, I contend, turn out to be one of those three things.
EC: In the silent films, they had a story conference where they actually brought in a guy called the “Wildie,” which was a lunatic, not a figurative lunatic but a guy —
JC: Someone from the insane asylum who’d sit at the story table.
EC: He’d interrupt with just insane eruptions that had nothing to do with anything, and the writers would go, “Oh, yes, right. We could, y’know…”
THR: Where was this?
EC: This was at the Max Roach Studio.
JC: No, Hal Roach. Max Roach didn’t need a Wildie.
EC: You can sometimes treat studio notes that way too. Although sometimes you get studio notes where you go, “OK.” Sometimes – well, a good idea is a good idea. You don’t want to be snobby about where you take them from.
JC: Even if it comes from the studio.
EC: Even if they’re bad ideas, that doesn’t mean they’re not useful. That’s very true.
My friend Chris visited from Western, MA today. We met up at the carousel in Boston Common.
It was empty. No riders. For a moment we contemplated taking a carousel ride. We laughed at the idea of two grown men taking a joy ride on the painted horses. Just as we decided against that idea two kids ran on as their dads watched from outside. And THAT’S how Conan O’Brien nearly walked up to a kids’ carousel with two grown men riding it.