Monday, December 22, 2014

egg y nudu. "Shakti Monkey."

"I need to find more time to do my yoga exercises."


"Yeah.  It's hard to sandwich space in my schedule to do all the positions."

"Well, you might like to 'sandwich' in one position."

"Not 'egg,' I hope (heh-heh)."

"No, that would be obvious.  I suggest you try the 'bacon, lotus and tomato.'"

Monday, December 15, 2014

"La Voce Della Luna."

Voices in your head, Part One.

Somewhere during the course of SPACE PIRATE RADIO, I started to accumulate voices that weren't my own and were not on record or tape.  Of course, this was a natural (or possibly unnatural) evolution out of sound collages that weren't song based vocals.  When the show went truly freeform in Summer '74, voices came from everywhere.  A lot of it started from the television set, hanging in the production studio, used mainly to simulcast the Friday Night Rock Concert on ABC with the stereo tape broadcast to audiophiles.  I found that late Sunday night, very early Monday morning, under the inspiration of German white wine and things, late night movies on Channels 13, 11, possibly 9, 7, 5 and 2, recorded with echo and dial switched quickly, could add a different layer of audio experience to the lengthy music being I recorded and experimented.
The commercials were hilarious too.  The real ones, I mean.  The cheap ones on Channel 13 with the same two announcers: one male; the other female.  Alternating on where to get your muffler tuned in Alhambra or your hair permed in El Monte.
TV wasn't the only source of strangely inserted voices.  The PSAs or Public Service Announcements sent to the station offered High Surrealism.  What To Do In The Event Of A Nuclear Emergency was always great to drop in just before the bomb goes off in CAN's Tago Mago.  Or Jack Van Impe's Christian Crusade and Salvation Army Radio Dramas could be cut and randomly inserted into Klaus Schulze, like something out of Gysin/Burroughs with Extra Spaciness and Triple Entendres.
The roaming tape recorder in search of found sounds soon followed.  When I left KTYD and joined the News Team at KTMS, I had a lovely tape recorder used for interviews.  It fit nicely in my sports coat pocket and only the top line Sony Mic was visible.  Environments happened, especially at functions like movie premieres, art gallery openings, parties and even car parks.  Stuff could find its way into the mix.
But this leads into the collection of voices recorded as guests of SPACE PIRATE RADIO, in interview, happenstance and/or general whimsy.
General Whimsy?  Didn't he command Major Disturbance, Corporal Punishment and Private Affair? 
It's in the Files.  Unclassified.

Monday, December 8, 2014

"The path you tread is narrow."

It's been said that I've given up on radio, but nothing could be further from the truth.  I love radio.  The Magick of Radio.  In real time.  I adore it.

Which is why I never listen to it.  Or in the rarest of circumstances.  Like a comet's return.  Radio is like Democracy.  It could work, if only given a chance. 

I may have mentioned before that at Santa Barbara City College I took a Radio Drama class.  Taught by a radio veteran, the class mainly focused on recreating the Golden Age of Radio: Lux Radio Theatre and Jack Armstrong.  This would have been cool if Radio in 1971 still produced Inner Sanctum.  But it didn't.  I wanted to develop ideas started by the Goon Show, pushed by the Beatles and mutated by the Firesign Theatre, but further...with Sound and Muzik and all its potential.

Well this was frowned upon by the instructor, so impatient and undisciplined me dropped out of the class.  Another student dropped out of the second same class.  We were the only two.  And ironically, we were the only two who went into professional radio.  My only regret with dropping out was missing the end of term appearance of famed local voice actor Don Messick, of Hanna-Barbera Cartoons.  A friend of the instructor, he was the end of term bonus for class members.  My wife, a cartoon freak of the highest order--ahem!  I mean, connoisseur of Fine Anime--would probably be more attentive if I could say I schmoozed with Race Bannon.

But I digress...

What this class should have taught is the reality of corporate radio, as it gobbled up the Mom & Pop local stations of Everytown, U.S.A.  If students had been given an insight into how radio was really run, the drop out level would have been massive.  Humongous.  Not to be confused with Jazz Great, Hugh Mingus.  Now, he was big.

So I'm beginning to identify with the antiquated class of the Golden Age of Radio.  SPACE PIRATE RADIO was and is a Progressive Program.  I can stake a claim in that area of description.  But sometimes evolution is a detriment, especially in technology.  New and Improved can often be a serious destroyer to creativity.  Am I dinosaur of the Analog Age?  Probably.  One facet of watching my radio career evolve was a dissolving of the ability to do Magickal Things in the studio as equipment changed.  Effects like Echo and its depth and timing would disappear when new mixing boards came in.  One had the ability to do an infinite panorama of sound effects with crappy old Teac tape recorders and cart machines.  The telephone plugged into the same cart machine, a stack of carts ranging in time from 40 seconds to under ten minutes.  Bring the volume pod up from lower six to eight or ten and you entered into a séance conversation.  Push it past 2pm and you rode a wave to wipe out of feedback.  The audio equivalent of Fritz Lang or the Cabinet of Doctor Caligari.  The Krell were running the studio.

When SPACE PIRATE RADIO returned to a soulless KTYD in 1997, one could not be more horrified with the computerized collection of compressed Classic Rock, the monitors hanging in Orwellian fashion.  Where was the mix?  The music and Magick of the Segue?  The personal touch of the Disc Jockey CUEING his own records?  The timing? 

The best one could hope for was that the studio still had a turntable hooked up (one if you were lucky, as opposed to two, or the luxury of three) and two functional CD machines.  There were times when only one CD machine was working.  You can imagine how a mix would sound like.  The bridge had to be improvised on anything that fed sound out on the air, while a speedy eject and cue of separate disc had to be executed.  Not ideal for seamless audio landscapes or thematic blendings.
So find me a studio that is equipped with a microphone or two, two or three CD machines and at least one decent turntable (without the rumble of gears so prevalent in later stations) and I'm there.

This stream of thought will continue, but to pause on a positive note, I would just like to comment on the Fidelity Experience.  As good as music sounds to me now, both new and old, and there is a ton of new music out there I would love to play for ecstasy of life is playing a song, LIVE, ON AIR, and blasting it through the studio monitors.
On the Eighth Floor of the Granada Building, window open, blue light on, candle lit, sandalwood incense burning in corkboard wall, German wine in glass.  After 2 AM.
The Sound of that Music.  Pure Bliss... :)

Monday, December 1, 2014

egg y nudu. "Hammett Cheese Omelette."

"This noir thing really excites me!"


"You know...Sam Spade.  Philip Marlowe.  I could really get into that."

"I don't think that would be a very good idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really want to be hard boiled?"

Sunday, November 30, 2014

"I lost my faith. I prayed for it to return."

"Thinking the Unthinkable" is a term, that if thought about thoroughly, will slowly drive one mad.

I used to do U-Haul work for actress Elke Sommer.  This is how I became an Elke Haulic.

Films made in Santa Barbara are no longer filmed in Isla VistaVision.

Bossa Nuevo:  Astrid Gilbertolt Brecht.

Jefferson Airplane meets Doris Day & Rock Hudson.  "Surrealistic Pillow Talk."

Musique avec fromage:  The Velveeta Underground.

Jules Verne's New Wave Muzik:  20,000 Human Leagues Under the Sea.
New Wave Latino Muzik:  Yazoot Suit.
New Wave Lawn Muzik:  Depeche Mowed.
New Wave Cartoon Muzik:  Mel Blancmange.
New Wave Lumber Muzik:  The Psychedelic Firs.
Meat is Murder and So are Guns:  The Smiths and Wesson Oil.
Lawrence Welk in an ill-fated attempt to musicalize Goethe:  "The Sorrows of Young Wurlitzer."
Beethoven's Little Known Career as an Adult Film Composer:  "Moonlight So Naughty."
Claude Debussy, Junkie, was on Horse when he composed "La Mare."
Percy Shelley's Fall Fashion Preview:  "Prometheus Unzipped."
The author of Dracula was an early Nudist.  This gave rise to the term of "going Bram Starkers."

Monday, November 24, 2014

"I may not know what I like, but I know art."

The Impressionists never appealed to me.  They did not live up to their name.  At parties, even highly intoxicated, Renoir was unable to do a decent Jimmy Stewart.  Matisse could not pull off a passable James Cagney.  And Monet's John Wayne was an embarrassment.

The Pre-Sally Jesse Raphaelites were a little known art movement, more talk than Romantic.
Desi Arnaz was never given credit for being a Cubist.
Toulouse-Lautrec revolutionized the poster art, even being shorter than Robert Crumb.  His love life was out of control, however.  No man's woman was safe from him.  They always said you could tell if your mistress had been with him.  She would have hickeys on her knees.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

"No use of the mind God gave you."

Saints Alive:  San Fernando Lamas.

Saints Alive:  San Jose Ferrer.

Saints Alive:  Santa Monica Vitti.

Saints Alive:  Santa Barbara Hale.

Saints Alive:  Guadalupe Velez.

Saints Alive:  Santa Maria Montez.
Saints Alive:  San Diego Rivera.
GOD is the Potato:  Church of the Tater Day Saints.
GOD is the Potato:  Ore-ida Roberts.
GOD is the Potato:  Jesus Crisps.
Members of the Church of Jesus Chrysler often have misgivings with Hindus who drive a Dodge AshRam truck.
If Christian Ministers were put on the ballot, would that be a Reverenderum?
Mono-Pantheist: (I believe in One Group of Many Gods).
Pano-Monotheist:  (I believe in Multiple Groups of Single Gods).
The Romantic Poet of Scientologists is L. Byron Hubbard.
The Nancy Druid Mysteries.
Druid Cigarettes:  Bensons & Stonehedges. 

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

"A Penny for the Guy."

"After the Fawkes," said the Head in the Box. 

The Senor winces. 

"S-All Right?"

"S-All Right!"

Thursday, October 30, 2014

"Tong Poo."

Beat Takeshi is agent Ichi Bond in "Doctor NOodle."
Bad Concepts:  Max Von Sydow and Joan Collins in MING DYNASTY.
Rejected film script:  Charles Hawtrey as Josef K in "Carry On, Kafka."
Stan Laurel and Francoise Hardy.
Trance sent it.
Aged and Toothless:  Every concert becomes a punk show with flying spittle.  Even shouting "BRAVO!" at Itzhak Perlman.
Blusharushatushaphobia:  Fear of Limbaugh's rosy red ass cheeks.
Multi-fauceted:  Not tapped out yet.
People obsessed with their cupboards could be considered shelf indulgent.
Dying for love, the Frenchman threw himself into the English River.  "Je Thames," he cried.
Twitter is a train car and each of us has a paint can.
We are all mice with wires implanted in our brains.
At the Salvador Deli it is known as Cinco de Mayo, but hold the Mayo.
Alfred Jarry and Harper Lee:  Ubu Radley.
Homeland's Got Talent or Dancing With The Wehrmacht?
"We have ways of making you dance."

Thursday, October 23, 2014

"Kimono My House."

Akira Kurosawa's only animated film:  Mifune Tunes.

The Instant Coffee Favourite Among Absurdists:  Ionescafe.

Chop Suey Westerns:  Chin Eastward in "Shang 'Em Hai."  (1968)
Chop Suey Westerns:  "Alvarez Coolie."  (1966)

A Chop Suey Western/Curry Western co-production:  Charles Brahmin in "The Magnificent Shaman."  (1960)
Curry Westerns:  Richard Hare in "A Mantra Called Horse."  (1970)
Gasoline Favourite Among Mystics:  ESSOteric.
Al Chemical Presents Jazz For Mystics:  Thelonious Homunculus.
Al Chemical Presents Jazz For Mystics:  Aleister Young.
Al Chemical Presents Jazz For Mystics:  Grand Meister Eckhart Flash.
Al Chemical Presents Jazz For Mystics:  Dave Witches Brubeck.
Bazooka Joe was a gum runner.
Moscow's Most Popular Female Singer of the '60s:  Dostoyevsky Springfield.
Voodoo Wop:  Bill Haiti and the Comets.
Conservative Mesmerists are also referred to as Hypnocrites.
I wonder if Henry Kissinger's dentist ever told him that the back right molar contains the cyanide capsule.
Chinois and Chinois not.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

"I See Red."

The odometer flips over another row of numbers, hitting the speed limit.  Taking stock, that can only's time to head to the Rock Show!

As you remember last time, it was Northbound for Kraftwerk in Oakland.  So now we reverse the poles and head South to the City of Angels.  An appropriate location for a meeting with the Dark Lord and his servants: King Crimson.

We are boarding the Omtrak.  A Train Of Thought.  Departing from the station of Our Lady of the Total Experience.  Destination: The Orpheum Theatre.  Orpheus Depending.  The neon lights...on Broadway.  Downtown Los Angeles.

Now like our previous trip to Oakland to see Kraftwerk, and San Francisco to see likewise Kraftwerk, and Magma and Porcupine Tree before that, patterns emerge.  Besides choosing a hotel with a suite, we find all three cities have an aura of mystery and flavour with something called Chinatown.  And in the case of L.A., Little Tokyo for added zest.  I dig it.  It brings out my latent Lamont Cranston and Sax Rohmer.

Little Tokyo will be the major environs in our L.A. Noir caper.  Our hotel rises 21 floors over the community (actually 20, as the 13th floor is non-existent on the elevator).  Our suite is on the 19th floor, with a shine on you crazy diamond shaped wedge of living room area and bedroom & bath, jutting out, two windows, Southeast front room, Southwest bedroom.  Very cool.  Except the Sun, of course.  A heat wave is on.  But the Sun Rises in the front room, which is appreciated for late sleepers like us.  The nocturnal urges are not completely repressed.  Both window views actually connect, with Little Tokyo being the primary landscape.  The bedroom window displays the Metropolis like image, with the US Bank building being the biggest dick in a group grope of lesser, but still impressive, erections.  The original Phallus Angelic, City Hall, exposes itself away from our view, at the Northern edge of the wedge and obscured by the multitude of Civic and Police buildings.  
Hotel lobby living.  I love it, when the time is right.  But we are here to see and hear the Crimson King.
Now the last quality time I  had with this band was in 1984 when they did two shows the same day in the old Mission Theatre in Santa Barbara.  This was when I had drummer Bill Bruford in KTYD studio for an interview.  The band stayed at the less than palatial El Prado Hotel on State Street: a very friendly Adrian Belew greased up at the pool; Robert Fripp downtown at a Chinese restaurant; Tony Levin seeing the sights.  The wife has caught many shows since: House of Blues and the Wiltern.  But this tour was essential.  After doing Kraftwerk in Oakland, I told the little lady we should go see something in Los Angeles.  If King Crimson was touring, that would be the show.  Then in early Summer, it was confirmed.  A return to early form.
Bruford had announced earlier his retirement from performing.  So Fripp decides to continue adding drummers.  Three this time and in the front.  I'm skeptical at first.  This will not last.  Tony Levin is mandatory.  Though not a part of the early days, his skills as a bass player are a foundation to what the band has become.  Tony has been on SPACE PIRATE RADIO since the beginning.  Albeit as The Clams, with his brother, performing "Close To You."  He's been supportive of the radio show, sending me Papa Bear recordings up to the last programs.  I'm there.

And Mel Collins is back, so it's vintage Crimson folks.  I first met Mel when he was touring with Roger Waters on the RADIO KAOS tour.  This man's work with Camel alone gives him carte blanche.  I'm really there.
I learn early on that this tour is focusing on the earlier albums, with a touch of ConstruKction of Light and VROOM.  The wife likes to be surprised, so no set list spoilers from me.  Basically, the three eighties albums will be noticeable by their absence.  This is okay with me, as favourites Larks Tongues and Red will dominate.  Knowing the initial set list, I ask the wife what song hasn't she heard live that she would wish they'd perform.  Starless is her reply.  I smile inwardly, poker face outwardly visible.

At the show, the trio of drummers that had initiated skepticism, becomes a minor revelation.  Pat Mastelotto, Bill Reiflin, and Gavin Harrison, whom I had seen with Porcupine Tree in Hollywood are a dynamo in syncopation.  I haven't been this impressed by drumming since seeing Christian Vander with Magma in San Francisco.  The wife, a drummer of past, appears in satori.   It's an amazing show.  And probably more of an inspiration in a SPACE PIRATE RADIO sense than if we had seen Yes in San Jose or Ian Anderson in Oakland.  These cats embody the word Progressive better than other more road weary and philosophically tired bands on the road today.
And speaking of satori, we sneak away in our environment in Little Tokyo.

In Oakland, our Chinatown food experience included two Chinese restaurants, one Mexican, Italian from the hotel restaurant and American served up in the suite kitchen.  In Little Tokyo, we didn't manage to get over to a Vegetarian Japanese restaurant we wanted to try.  I did discover a Mediterranean restaurant under the Civic Center which had a terrific falafel and hummus.  Ate twice there.  Pizza from two different places.  Some pasta from room service that did not agree with me and Subway for in-betweens. 
When the wife was at show number two, I lingered in the Hotel Lobby Bar.  Pastor Melissa Scott, banished from her Evangelical Roadshow at the United Artists Theatre, now the Ace Hotel, rather than returning to an alleged previous career in adult films, was now tending bar, or so it seemed.  A Vodka Collins with a salad and fries from the adjacent restaurant made for pleasant people watching in the lobby.
With Absolut and spuds working their alchemy on my system, the lobby lighting like out of a Peter Greenaway film, I contemplated the week's adventures.  From the rock formations of Simi Valley and Chatsworth seen from the train, backdrop to hundreds of westerns ("Have Gun, Will Travel") and serials ("Blackhawk"), the Incredible Shrinking Man Rubik's Cube scene with Hello Kitty museum backdrop, to the sensei moments of Little Tokyo. 
And all framed in a Downtown Los Angeles growing and changing from the playground of my youth.  An area I would bus into weekly for my JEEPERS' CREEPERS horror TV days.  A place to visit the three grindhouse movie theatres to catch Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee flicks.  Or the Pussycat Theatre for late night kink.  The 24 hour magazine store for British and European film magazines.  A psychedelic draft physical.  A leggy random encounter.  Or the days when a broadcaster had to pass a rigorous FCC exam in the Federal Building if they wanted to infiltrate the airwaves with subversive Foreign Electronic Muzik.  "Just the facts, ma'am."
"Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty.  How can you lose?"

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Three Sides Of The Coin (The Triple Entendre).

hors d'oeuvres for contemplation.
The Picture of Pan Dorian's Grey Box.
Spanish Water Bed Manufacturer:  Siesta Williams.
Hindu Wop Music:  The Bombay City Rollers.
Hindu Wop Music:  Mumbaiford and Sons.
Hindu Wop Music:  Tandoori Dream.
Peter Gabriel's only Hindu Hit Record:  "Shakti Monkey."
The Dalai Lama's Favourite Game Show:  "Tibet Your Life."
The Dalai Lama's Favourite Stage Musical:  "Nepal Joey."
Lawrence of Arabia's Favourite Stage Musical:  "Oklahummus."
Doctor Who's Favourite Stage Musical:  "Guys and Daleks."
Ian Anderson as a Time Lord:  "Minstrel in the Gallifrey."
JETHRO ScienTULLogy:  Have you been Ian-metered?
Yellow Kabbalah.
Cancelled Morrissey Stage Musical:  "Meat Is Murder Me In Saint Louis."
Or was it "Meat Me Is Murder In Saint Louis?"  Not quite sure.
I use too many commas when I write.  My wife sez, "I Married A Comma-nist."

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Hermits & Virgins.

Space Pirate Radio was definitely the place to hear long and unusual sounds.  Full sides of Tangerine Dream's Atem or Klaus Schulze's Body Love or Moondawn were regularly heard in the wee hours of Sunday night/Monday morning.  But when I wasn't playing Ash Ra Tempel, Popol Vuh, Amon Duul 1 & 2, Can or Brainticket, I was airing a mix of pretty outstanding rock tunes, ballads and ditties through the show.
Now what this leads to, is the fact that some really excellent music, first heard on SPACE PIRATE RADIO, would wind up on my non freeform, other nightly KTYD shows.  For a long time, I did two regular Midnight to 6 A.M. shows Friday and Saturday nights, before Sunday's SPACE PIRATE RADIO ritual.  Something eccentric but accessible would premiere on Sunday, then wind up in the regular mix the following weekend.  This could include Kevin Ayers, Kate Bush, Robert Wyatt, Esperanto, Alquin, Golden Earring, Focus, Solution, Tasavallan Presidentti, Roxy Music, Brian Eno, Phil Manzanara, Gong, National Health, Hatfield and the North, Terje Rypdal, Passport, Jan Akkerman, Grimms, Bonzo Dog Band, Gruppo Sportivo, Man, Deke Leonard, Help Yourself, early Scorpions, Embryo, Vangelis, Aphrodite's Child, Genesis, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett, Steve Howe, Chris Squire, Alan White, Rick Wakeman, Jean Yves Labat, Patrick Moraz, Bill Bruford, Pierre Moerlen, Sadistic Mika Band, Ryuichi Sakamoto, Yukihiro Takahashi, Kazuhiko Kato(h), Carmen, King Crimson, Robert Fripp, Steve Hillage........even Amon Duul 2 and Kraftwerk.
In later years, one would add The Police, Ultravox, Klaus Nomi, Human League, Re-Flex, Blancmange, Telex, Siouxsie and the Banshees, XTC, Toyah, Nash the Slash, Dead Can Dance, Cocteau Twins, Monsoon, Sheila Chandra, Thompson Twins, Babble and The Art of Noise.  Often, who produced or played on a new album meant give this a listen.  I wouldn't have discovered The Police if they hadn't worked with German avant garde artist Eberhard Schoener.  Or Siouxsie and the Banshees if they hadn't been produced by Steve Lilywhite.  I told the Score Brothers in A Flock of Seagulls that I picked up their first work simply because Bill Nelson had been involved.
I still giggle when it is pointed out that the Average White Band were first played on SPACE PIRATE RADIO because they were Scottish (it was an import show).  Of course, they might be followed by Flying Lizards or White Noise. :)
One area of music that got a lot of attention from myself was British folk rock.  A large part of the non-SPACE PIRATE RADIO weekend and weekday shows included artists like Jethro Tull, Steeleye Span, Fairport Convention, Sandy Denny, Gryphon, The Bothy Band, Planxty, The Incredible String Band, Pentangle, Third Ear Band, Strawbs, Gay and Terry Woods, Maddy Prior, Fotheringay, John Renbourn, Renaissance.  And Gentle Giant.  There was a lot of crossover here.  Mix and Match.  The Art of the Segue.
For a time, on the Saturday night/Sunday morning shows, when the sun was coming up and the dawning reality was making itself apparent on my Nocturnal Transmissions, I would chill out the final 5 A.M. to 6 A.M. hour with a Really Oldies selection of the above mentioned Brit Folk Rock artists.  I called the hour HERMITS & VIRGINS and somewhere next to Robin Williamson would be Cat Stevens or Ian Anderson. 
Troubs adored, indeed.  Time of the Season, luvvies!  I have Sun in Virgo.  And maybe a Daughter in Dublin.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

"These are the kind of nights when the sea plays tricks on you."

The Pagan Science Monitor.  I am the Editor in Chief.
The Forgotten Crooner of Voodoo:  Rudy Duvalier (not to be confused with Papa Doc der John).
C.I.A. actually stands for Corporate Intelligence Agency.
a derriere with a high I.Q.
Robert Young but Victor Mature.
The only thing my lawyer has in common with Law & Order is the jerky camera work.
Friend, or Faux Pas?
The Mamas & the Papas wrote the original theme for Fahrenheit 451:  "Montag, Montag."
Trying to board a plane wearing zipper free Capri pants, I'm denied entrance.  It would appear I'm on a No Fly List.
Movies For the Elderly:  Raiders of the Lost AARP.
Ho Chi Minnie Mouse.
Wine Choice:  Try the Pinochet Noir.  It will overthrow you.
Aggressive Pacifist.
Progressive Regression.
On the 70th anniversary of D-Day, my wife has successfully dismantled the Nazi threat of Wolfenstein.
Distractions from the really important stuff.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

"Are You Receiving Me."

What ever happened to Swedish film star Elke Seltzer?  Did she just fizzle out?

Omtrak is a train of thought.
My yoga mat is made with unbleached flour.
New Rave Drug Among the Elderly:  Coca Beano.  It's a Gas!  And then it's not.
New Rave Drug Among the Elderly:  Alpha Beta Meta Mucil.  High sense of euphoria and fiber content.  Causes irregular regularity.
The Andy Griffith Show on Rave Drugs:  Featuring Aunt E Bee Za.

Prague's major nighttime cold relief medicine:  Coughka.

Stephen King writing new show for Nickelodeon:  "iCarrie."
Bought bread from the new Hunter S. Thompson bakery:  Fear and Loafing.
Wanted to start up rival network Tweezer, but then felt, "Oh, pluck it!"

Bruce Springsteen joins King Crimson:  "Larks' Tongues in Asbury Park IV."
Among my professional skills and resume:  Span structure arsonist.

"Du machts meine loins gertingle!"  Marlene Cheesebreath to Erich von Stroganoff in Josef von Stringbien's early classic film "Der Tot Bag" (1929).
Heinrich Himmler's Favourite Game Show:  "What's My Fraulein?"

Heinrich Himmler's Favourite Trousers:  Swastikhakis.

Discarded Sequels:  "The Four Penny Opera" with Mack the Fork.
I will not validate your parking.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

"Atom Heart Mother."

Doris Guden.  August 10, 1920 - December 2, 2013. 

She would have been 94 today. 

Photo taken in Fullerton, CA during the '50s. 

(Door Hinge County, a wonderful place to raise a family.)

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

"I'm on an island."

One starts life thinking they are a Mainland person and then comes to the realization that he or she is not.  An Earth Sun sign, surrounded by many Water elements (Moon, Venus and Rising); an Air element above (Mercury), and a single Fire sign below (Mars, the Vulcan, a volcano perhaps, waiting) and voila!  "Get out the Bikini, Babs."  We are an Atoll.  Or something with a similar sound...sometimes called.  "No thanks, Coral. 
No more"

"And now back to... Hawaiian Eye."

"The soft island breeze brings you strange melodies."

Ah, yes.  The Music.  When Space Pirate Radio began broadcasting from the Eighth floor of the Granada Building, that nighttime view, looking down State Street to the Santa Barbara Harbour.  The frightening offshore oil platforms by day, now reflecting ocean lights in the after midnight morning.  They were vessels at sea, Matey.  And this Captain?  Playing the hypnotic electronic sea songs and progressive shanties.  We were on course.  Full speed ahead!

Gong's "Isle of Everywhere."  PFM's "L'Iosola di Niente."  King Crimson, singular.  Mike Oldfield, plural.  Or something on the Island label.

Les Baxter and "Caribbean Moonlight?"  Or maybe Martin Denny and "Quiet Village?"  Arthur Lyman?  Let's all sing in calip sync.

"Appearing Nightly, Cricket Blake in the Shell Bar."

Or we can just lie back and enjoy the night sky with the sound of the waves.  SHORTWAVES?  Checking out the wave length.

What does this all mean?  Should I be Morse Pacific?


If the Pirate comes back for another takeover, than the course is...set sail for the Seven Seize.  Arctic, Antarctic, North Pacific, South Pacific, North Atlantic, South Atlantic and Indian Oceans.  The Big Pitcher.

Perhaps I can blame these musings on our Summer Heat Wave.  Tropical Madness.  Hugh Midi Tea and the Barrow Metrics.  It's those Waves again.  Love a woman in uniform.  Love a woman out of uniform.  Naval gazing.

It could be in the blood.  My Father was once in uniform.  US Army Air Force.  Stationed in the Forties on Spy Island.  Up all night watching radar for German submarines off the coasts of Africa and South America.  And other Hush Hush  stuff.  Carmen Miranda meets the Fathers of Kraftwerk while the Master Musicians of Jajouka play in the background.  Creepy environment, I'm sure.  Mood altering nights.  Like Indiana Jones on the Island of Dr. Moreau.  And the poor tired Turtles are not quite "Happy Together."

So choose your land mass.  Oahu and Maui?  "The hands tell a story," while the night air is filled with the scent of plumeria.  The Seychelles?  Isle of Skye?  Cuba Libre?  A touch of Voodoo?  "This is your Haitian Divorce."  The Giant Rat of Sumatra?  Greenland or the British Isles?  Singapore, Hong Kong or Manhattan?

Catalina and the Channel Islands?  After all, California was believed to be an island from the 1500s up to 1747, when the King of Spain declared it was not, despite maps that claimed otherwise.  A land of Gold, ruled by a Queen and her Amazon women.  A Treasure Island indeed.

Or one can always read another book.  Ernest Hemingway and Sigmund Freud:  Islands In the Stream Of Conscious.

How about The Isle of Yew?

"Isle Of Yew???"

I love you, too.  :)


Sunday, July 13, 2014

"It's Purrific!"

Orson the cat with his namesake, Baby Orson (juvenile actor Buddy Swan) from "Citizen Kane" (1941).
This photo originally posted on the Twit Hair thingee, the Conway Twitter in the Southern portions, the Herr Twitt for followers in Deutschland.  Cats and porn very popular (obvious joke there, will just walk away, Rene).
For biographical purposes, Orson the cat is one of four brothers born to look alike mom Glenda (named after Glenda Jackson) and two fathers (very similar to Charlotte Rampling's first marriage :)X ).  The known dads were named Malcolm (after Malcolm McDowell)  and Nico (oddly, after Nico).  The other brothers are Bowtie, also sarcastically but lovingly referred to as Raymond Purr; Pixie (so called because he and Bowtie looked alike as distant kittens and were identified as Pixie & Dixie), and Jazz, the literal black sheep of the family.  All were outdoor hobo kitties, till enticed to the indoor comforts of Casa Saint Francis the Talking Mule Sanctuary, except for Jazz, who remained feral and came home no more, sadly.
The Trio of Bros are still with us.  Inside and ironically outliving their collective parents.  The two fathers also had a sister that we named Kinski after Nastassja from "Cat People" (her brother being Malcolm).  But the family lived up to their name and sister Kinski was the only cat we felt would be better off living in a different locale.
So as you can see, I am living my golden years in a true cathouse.  Me and the little one have the habit of naming our critters after cult film stars or obscure artists.  We are at the "No Vacancy" point, but I wouldn't mind naming the next one Om Purri. 
Oh! CulCatta!

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

"Well here's another clue for you all."

DJ Putin's Favourite Rapper:  Cagey B.

DJ Mummy's Playlist:  Tuts and the Maytals.

DJ Mummy's Playlist:  Richard Kharis.

DJ Mummy's Playlist:  Santana leaves.

Aldous Huxley's rejected sitcom:  "Pavlov, American Style."

Favourite supermarket in Brave New World:  Alpha Beta.

Lawrence Welk in a Dystopian Avalon Ballroom:  "Brave New Wurlitzer."

Bill Cosby in rejected comedy pilot of Brave New World as Doctor Aldous Huxtable.

Dick Chaney's Jukebox:  Little Anthony and the Imperialists.

Will all the parents who named their children Dylan, mind it if their grandchildren are named Chrysler?

In the Agency, erectile dysfunction is known as having a G. Gordon Limpy.

A man being physically excited by a Portuguese woman gets what is known as a Lisboner.

"Oliver North by Northwest" was filmed in Iran Contra Costa County.

Actors for the Elderly:  Raymond Bursitis.

Actors for the Elderly:  Jean Arthritis.

TV for the Elderly:  Peter Gums.

Parlez-vous Irishspeak?  Say "Finney."

Friday, May 9, 2014

A Jester of Good Faith.

Musique avec fromage:  Morcheeseba.
Musique avec fromage:  George Thorogouda & The Destroyers.
Musique avec fromage:  KRAFTwerk.
Musique avec fromage:  Camembert Bacharach.
Musique avec fromage:  Cheddar and Jeremy.
Musique avec fromage:  Pharaoh Parmesanders.
Nicolas Roeg directs Star Wars:  Ewokabout.
Billy Wilder directs Star Wars:  Some Like It Hoth.
Haute couture porn:  Behind The Green Dior.
Haute couture porn:  Deep Tote.
Literary Rock Bands Today:  Anais Nin Inch Nails.
Literary Rock Bands Today:  The Plath Matics.
Existential Disco:  Sartre Day Night Fever.
Willy Wonka as Doctor Who.  Series written by Roald Dahlek.
Dalek Skin Cleanser:  "EXFOLIATE!"
The Cream of Sherlock Holmes, or Ginger Baker Street.
Stop Me If You've Heard This Joke Before:  A Jew, a Mexican and a Triple Speed Rug Shampoo Carpet Cleaning Machine go into this bar........

Thursday, May 1, 2014

"Three of a Perfect Pair."

An Index of Meddles, part three

February 2012

101)  "You don't see many of these nowadays, do you?"  George Harrison, A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, 1964.

102)  "You mean an early clue to the new direction?"  A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, 1964.

103)  "Where am I?"  Patrick McGoohan, THE PRISONER, 1967.

April 2012

104)  "Be seeing you."  Patrick McGoohan, THE PRISONER, 1967.

May 2012

105)  "...and you Capitalists will sell us the shovels."  Quote attributed to Nikita Khrushchev.

106)  "The total potential here, must be nothing less than astronomical!"  Warren Stevens, FORBIDDEN PLANET, 1956.

June 2012

107)  "Nothing less.  The number 10 raised almost literally to the power of infinity."  Walter Pidgeon's response, FORBIDDEN PLANET, 1956.

108)  "When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide."  The Beatles, "Helter Skelter," 1968.

109)  "Tell me Hilda, does all this frighten you?  Does it make you feel insecure?"  Sam Jaffe, THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL, 1951.

July 2012

110)  "No cover charge.  Your clothes get in free."  Guy Guden, SPACE PIRATE RADIO, 1974.

111)  "Oh, I wonder, wonder..."  The Monotones, "The Book of Love," 1957.

August 2012

112)  "How are YOU?"  Roald Dahl introduction to WAY OUT, 1961.

113)  "In my humble attempt to amuse your fiancé, Mr. Harker, I was telling her some rather...grim tales of my far off country."  Bela Lugosi to David Manners, DRACULA, 1931.

September 2012

114)  "It's just a phase I'm going through"  Lyric from 10CC, "I'm Not In Love," 1975.

October 2012

115)  "I think initially, it got attention to the subject."  Radio dialog from opening collage, SPACE PIRATE RADIO, 1985, onwards.

November 2012

116)  "Is my face on straight?"  Lyric and song title from Premiata Forneria Marconi, PFM, 1974.

117)  "You make me nervous."  Lyric and song title from Irmin Schmidt of Can, 1981-1983, released 1984.

118)  "I travel alone."  Lyric and song title from Noel Coward, 1934.

119)  "You know my name (look up the number)."  The Beatles, lyric and song title, recorded 1967, 1969, released 1970.

December 2012

120)  "My pink half of the drainpipe."  Lyric and song title, Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, 1968.

121)  "The Story of Ho-Ho-Ho!"  Guy Guden parody title.

122)  "Zero for Conduct."  Jean Vigo film title, 1933.

123)  "But I thought every little boy wanted an electric train for Christmas."  Guy Guden Christmas cartoon idea, 1968.

124)  "Have a Gorilla."  Peter Sellers, THE GOON SHOW, 1950s.

January 2013

125)  "An anthracite for sore eyes."  Guy Guden pun.

126)  "You switch me on."  Lyric from BEDAZZLED film song, Peter Cook & Dudley Moore, 1967.
February 2013
127)  "China My China."  Lyric and song title, Brian Eno, 1974.
128)  "Oh!  Wot a Dream."  Lyric and song title, Kevin Ayers, 1973.
March 2013
129)  "Picnic Boogie."  Lyric and song title, Sadistic Mika Band, 1973.
130)  "You Gotta Go Oww!"  Spike Milligan phrase and song, The Goons, 1956.
April 2013
131)  "And are there two Gs in 'Bugger Off!?"  Scots fisherman to Peter Riegert, LOCAL HERO, 1983.
132)  "Monsters from the Id."  FORBIDDEN PLANET, 1956, first said by actor Warren Stevens.
133)  "You won't get it!"  Patrick McGoohan, THE PRISONER, 1967.
May 2013
134)  "That's enough!"  Dudley Manlove as Eros, PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE, 1959.
135)  "Grand is the name, and, uh - money is the game.  Would you care to play?"  THE MAGIC CHRISTIAN, 1969.
June 2013
136)  "Here under protest is beef burgers."  Orson Welles outtake for Findus Frozen Foods, 1970.
137)  "Dance of the Lemmings."  Amon Duul II album title, 1971.
138)  "I was a beatnik."  Lyric from the song "Beatnik," The Buggles, 1982.
September 2013
139)  "You're the maximum utmost!"  Connie Stevens to Edd Byrnes on "Kookie, Kookie (Lend Me Your Comb)," 1960.
140)  "Aye, there's the rub."  Shakespeare, HAMLET, 1603.
141)  "Ride the snake."  Lyric from The Doors, "The End," recorded 1966, released 1967.
142)  "I am a camera."  Line from Christopher Isherwood novel, GOODBYE TO BERLIN, 1939; title of John Van Druten play adaptation, 1951, film 1955; lyric from song by Yes, 1980; lyric and title, The Buggles, 1981.
October 2013
143)  "Explode Like A Star."  Lyric and title, Amon Duul II, 1974.
144)  "Eco and the Bunny, Man!"  Guy Guden pun, 2013.
145)  "Soon Over Babaluma."  Can album title, 1974.
November 2013
146)  "Turn of the Cards."  Renaissance album title, 1974.
December 2013
147)  "I am a soldier of our planet!"  Dudley Manlove as Eros, PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE, 1959.
148)  "We have all been here before."  Lyric from "Deja Vu," Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, 1970.
149)  "Probably a loose wire..."  Ray Milland to Ruth Hussey, THE UNINVITED, 1944.
150)  "Vive La Trance."  Amon Duul II album title, 1974.
FIN........for now. 

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

"Victim find a victim and hang the hangman."

Dark Mood Alert:  I called the wife Eva and suggested we have dinner in the bunker.

Dark Mood Alert:  I called the wife Charlotte Corday and invited her in while I had a bath.

Dark Mood Alert:  Watching Greek Tragedy and listening to Attrition.

Dark Mood Alert:  Told the wife I felt like the dentist who shared living quarters with Anne Frank.

Dark Mood Alert:  Watching a Rainer Werner Fassbinder movie to lighten the mood.

Dark Mood Alert:  A night on the town with Lars Von Trier and Michael Haneke.

Dark Mood Alert:  Telling someone who listens to Toby Keith that they should check out Die Form.

Dark Mood Alert:  Telling an expectant mother that a good name for her daughter might be Electra.

Dark Mood Alert:  Going into my local comic book store and asking if they had a copy of  'Classics Illustrated' Machiavelli's "The Prince."

Dark Mood Alert:  Telling your tailor that the Nazis really mastered lapels.

Dark Mood Alert:  Wondering why People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" is never Jim Broadbent.

Dark Mood Alert:  Wondering if the Progressive lady has life insurance.

Dark Mood Alert:  Missing aluminum frozen TV dinner trays, not for their toxic quality, but because of the fun sound of scraping your metal fork across it.

"The Man From U.N.C.L.E.":  My wife wants David McCallum, would settle for Robert Vaughn, gets Leo G. Carroll.

"Checkmate":  My wife wants Doug McClure, would settle for Anthony George, gets Sebastian Cabot.

Pop Star Actor Playwright:  Dino, Desi & Billy Bob Thornton Wilder.

Demi Moore may have gotten into some trouble, but it was her brother Dinty who was always in a stew.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

"You could use a long, long, long holiday."

So much serious business to take care of.  Harsh realities.  Looking for a breather. Chance of an escape.  Time to get away and head on The Rock Show!

Space Pirate Radio has the unsung honour of being the first radio program on commercial air to play German group Kraftwerk.  The first 2 LPs followed by Ralf and Florian and then Autobahn.  All import albums.  When Autobahn was released in the U.S. on Vertigo, my fellow DJs thought I was nuts to love this album.  But then it became a success.  Wundebar!

Like countless other bands heard on Space Pirate Radio, I played them in abundance but never went to any early concerts stateside.  I've seen a goodly amount of artists, obscure and/or recognizable, in the Seventies and Eighties, but the list of those I did not is sizable and (in an alternate universe) regrettable.  But then my wife entered the picture...

The Little One is addicted to the Concert Experience.  No rehab on earth exists to cure this passion.  Younger than the Wise One of the Wireless, she has nonetheless multiplied my concert total to the near infinite.  When grumpy, I might claim that my list touts Quality Over Quantity, but I must, on occasion, admit a respect for events she has attended.

So Kraftwerk, we are agreed upon.  Of course, I like to attend one performance and one performance ONLY these days, of any given artist.  Not so with the little lady.  Multiple performances is a marathon sport with her and I've adjusted my survival needs to this other side effect of her addiction.

Kraftwerk.  We were talking Kraftwerk.  The Mensch Maschinists.  The Dusseldorf Meisters.

The endurance queen saw them before me, in 1998 at the Hollywood Palladium.  Together, we saw them in San Francisco at the Warfield in 2004.  A wonderful time.  Then in 2005, we saw them again in Los Angeles at the Greek Theatre.  I used to ask people to guess what my favourite recent concert was and what my least favourite was.  The answer:  Favourite.  Kraftwerk, San Francisco.  Least Favourite.  Kraftwerk, Los Angeles.  Not due to musical quality, but to audience attitude.  San Francisco was an audience to see and hear the band.  Los Angeles was an audience to see and hear themselves.  An excuse to party, no matter who was performing.  Lovers of electronic music were in the minority, surrounded by inebriates.  The only feeling that I was watching a German band performing came in the Oktoberfest gathering of storm troopers.  It was like a redneck scene out of Cabaret.  I have not returned to the Greek Theatre.

So this reinforces two concepts of mine.  Avoid outdoor venues if you can.  And see a show in the Bay Area over Los Angeles if possible.  The Fox Oakland fits these requirements.

Now the Little One plans on seeing all eight shows in Los Angeles at the Walt Disney Theatre.  These include the concept performances of eight individual albums presented in their entirety, plus a best of second half.  Two shows a day over four days.  Getting tickets is like Rommel planning tank movements in the African desert.  Seeing all eight seems impossible to secure, so Oakland announced for three nights becomes a backup.  She gets two days at Disney in a row, both shows each day.  I will sit these out, but the old man is in for one night of two in Oakland (which will ultimately be all three, 'cause how can I deny her?).  This will be like the Warfield shows in San Francisco, where we attended the first night together.  A successful test run, she would do their second night solo, while I relaxed in our suite in the Marina.  So it will be in Oakland.  Sunday, Monday and Tuesday performances.  I will share Monday.  She will compare the sandwich.

It's also a pleasurable experience not driving, but taking the Trans Europa Express to Compass Point North.  Vienna is lovely this time of year, but so is Gilroy.  Who needs the Swiss Alps when you have the Cuesta Grade?

It wasn't San Francisco, but discovering Oakland Downtown today was great fun.  I don't travel as much as I did (though the last six months has been more than three years), but if I do, I like a nice environment.  Staying in a David Lynch suicide motel, just to save twenty dollars is not for me at this stage of my life.  Give me a suite with a view that isn't the parking lot.  We stayed Downtown, pulpishly elbowed in Chinatown.  One BART stop away from the theatre.  Nice restaurants on each block.  "This is the life, eh Moriarty?" 

And Kraftwerk?  That Bay Area magic still prevailed.  The Fox Oakland is a beautiful theatre.  Like the Granada Theatre in Santa Barbara now.  Refurbished in reds and gold of antiquity, though more pagan and Eastern than the Moorish Spain of the Hotel Granada.  The Phantom and his Bride were up in the highest corner of the Stage Right balcony and Erik enjoyed it immensely.

I'd tell you more, but it loses something if you can't hear my Rick Steves impression.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

"Deutsch Nepal."

Walter Winchell, Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons and Herb Caen.  So who is the Fifth Columnist?

Heinrich Himmler's Favourite Breakfast:  Luftwaffles.

Heinrich Himmler's Favourite Restaurant:  The Night of Long Knives and Forks.

Heinrich Himmler's Favourite Gasoline:  Es Esso.

Heinrich Himmler's Favourite Musical Group:  The Guess Who Stoppo ("She's come unDunkirk").

Heinrich Himmler's Favourite Author:  Edgar Allan Gestapo.

Adolph Hitler's New Cold Sore Medicine:  Mein Kampf O-Phenique.

Desert Fox News now available on CD Rommel.

DJ Len Deighton's Playlist:  Emerson, Lake and Harry Palmer.

DJ John Le Carre's Playlist:  Tinker, James Taylor, Soldier, Spy.

DJ John Le Carre's Playlist:  The Taylor Dayne of Panama.

Painful medical condition, having a Heil Hatel Hernia.  Causes Axis Reflux.

Richard Boone's son and Orson Welles' daughter have a son.  A director named Luis Boone-Welles.

Benito und Jerzey's Cold War Ice Cream.  Served exclusively at Mussolini & Franco's Hollywood restaurant.

Myra Cardial:  Watch out.  She will steal your heart.

An early rumour that JFK's assassin was Bazooka Joe, and ONLY Bazooka Joe.  Thus began the Lone Gumman Theory.

Going to make a movie about finely ground tobacco which is inhaled.  Wonder what I should call it?

Sunday, March 2, 2014

"Fifty-Fifty Clown."

An Index of Meddles, part two.
November 2010
51)  "Wouldn't this be a good time to head on out to the snack bar?"  Guy Guden as Tony Anthony-Tony on SPACE PIRATE RADIO.
52)  "Open Channel D."  Robert Vaughn (initially) on THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E., 1964.
53)  "When fashion dictates..."  Guy Guden tag line from Fashion State ads, SPACE PIRATE RADIO, 1974 onward.
54)  "No man is free who has to work for a living.  But I'm available."  David McCallum responding to Robert Vaughn, THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E., 1964.
55)  "Video Killed The Radio Star."  The Buggles, song and lyric, 1978.
December 2010
56)  "Oh, dazzling.  People have to wear sunglasses."  Ray Milland to Gail Russell, THE UNINVITED, 1944.
57)  "Who'll remember the buns, Podgy?"  Paul McCartney to John Lennon, The Beatles, Christmas Record, 1966.
January 2011

58)  "Time for my perversion?"  Peter Sellers, THE LAST GOON SHOW OF ALL, 1972.
59)  "You've a magnificent brain, Moriarty."  Basil Rathbone to George Zucco, THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES, 1939.
60)  "Why do you ask, Little Hole in Rubber?"  Punchline of rude joke, date unknown.
61)  "Because all you of Earth are idiots!"  Dudley Manlove, PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE, 1959.
62)  "My time.  My time.  I love my time.  My time has something more..."  Lyric from "My Time" by Belgium group Telex. 
February 2011
63)  "What a rush!"  Line by Le Chat from Guy Guden's CASANOVA'S LIPS, 1976.
64)  "We got the message.  I heard it on the airwaves."  Lyric from "The Politics of Dancing," by Re-Flex, 1983.
65)  "No, thanks.  Bad luck.  Three on a midget."  Groucho Marx, AT THE CIRCUS, 1939.
66)  "Morgan is sad today.  Sadder than yesterday."  David Warner singing, MORGAN!, 1966.
67)  "Your skin is very white."  "My parents were white."  Michael Hordern line and response from Ralph Richardson, THE BED-SITTING ROOM, 1969.
March 2011
68)  "We can make it better with a little bit of razzamatazz."  Lyric from Quincy Jones' "Razzamatazz," 1986.
69)  "He tampered in God's domain."  Line from finale of BRIDE OF THE MONSTER, 1955.
70)  "He's mad."  "Mad?"  Earth cop's line and space woman Tana's response, PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE, 1959.
71)  "I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, briefed, de-briefed or numbered."  Patrick McGoohan, THE PRISONER, 1967.
April 2011
72)  "I am a very foolish fond old man."  KING LEAR.

73)  "Pussies galore."  Diana Rigg, THE AVENGERS episode, "The Hidden Tiger," 1967.
74)  "Deefeecult for you.  Easy for me."  Senor Wences.
May 2011
75)  "What they've got was an apparent flash from the master."  Amon Duul 2 lyric from "Dance of the Lemmings," 1971.
76)  Most Forgotten Cult Films.  Guy Guden article from 1984.
77)  "You fill me with inertia."  Peter Cook from the song in the film BEDAZELLED, 1967.
78)  "Cold hearted orb that rules the night."  The Moody Blues, "Days of Future Passed," 1967.
June 2011
79)  The Sin Spots of Europe.  Guy Guden article from 1982.
80)  "Well, I can see you're serving drinks..."  C-3PO to R2-D2, STAR WARS Episode 6, 1983.
81)  "It took more than one man to change my name to Shanghai Lily."  Marlene Dietrich, SHANGHAI EXPRESS, 1932.
August 2011

82)  "Baby you can drive my car."  The Beatles, lyric from "Drive My Car," 1965.
83)  "You know, my astrologer says that Virgos are subject to cosmic boredom."  Helen Mirren in SAVAGE MESSIAH, 1972.
September 2011
84)  "I don't know who you are Sir, or where you come from, but you've done me a power of good."  Peter Sellers catch-phrase as Major Bloodnok, THE GOON SHOW.
85)  "You say it's your birthday.  It's my birthday too, yeah."  The Beatles, lyric from "Birthday," written and recorded September 18, 1968.
86)  "There are no friends left."  Arthur Lowe, THE BED-SITTING ROOM, 1969.
October 2011
87)  "Time to Noodle."  Song title from Sadistic Mika Band, "Hot! Menu," 1975.
88)  "Per un Amico."  Song and LP title from Premiata Forneria Marconi, 1972.
89)  "Does it come every night?"  Ray Milland to Ruth Hussey, THE UNINVITED, 1944.
November 2011

90)  "Because I'm in no condition to receive bad news."  Peter Sellers, THE FIENDISH PLOT OF DR. FU MANCHU, 1980.
91)  "He walked with a pronounced limp.  L-I-M-P.  Pronounced LIMP."  Spike Milligan.
92)  "Plenty of jam jars, baby."  The Beatles, Christmas Record, 1967.
93)  "I can hear the hum."  Peter Cook & Dudley Moore.  "The L. S. Bumble Bee," 1967.
94)  "Inarticulate."  Peter Cook to Dudley Moore, BEDAZZLED, 1967.
95)  "Reasons to be Cheerful, Part 3."  Song title and lyric, Ian Dury and the Blockheads, 1979.
December 2011

96)  "I have nothing to worry about.  Except Ken Russell."  Guy Guden, CASANOVA'S LIPS, 1976.

97)  "Come in and warm yourself by this roaring candle."  Peter Sellers to Harry Secombe, THE GOON SHOW.
January 2012

98)  "It's been real."  Ernie Kovacs motto, 1950s.
99)  "It's based on a novel by a man named Lear."  The Beatles, "Paperback Writer," 1966.
100)  "Navigator to heaven."  Mike Oldfield, "In High Places," 1983.  Lyric sung by Jon Anderson.

1/3rd to go........

Friday, February 21, 2014

An Index of Meddles.

There have been over 150 posts on The Melting Watchtowre since December 2009.  It was always my intention from the first one on, to title them using either a line of dialogue from a film, play, television show, radio program, song lyric, work of fiction or title from any of these sources.  They are all in quotes.  Reprinted works of satire are listed under their original titles and have no quotes.  An original title for the entry, like the one above, also has no quotes.  Having been asked the source for various entries, I thought I would undertake a basic list, starting with the first.  Early on, I considered turning this into a contest, but have come to some, if not all, of my senses.  Thank you for reading.  Here is the first third:

December 2009
1)  "I bid you welcome."  Bela Lugosi, DRACULA, 1931.
January 2010
2)  "Everything I've ever told you has been a lie, including that."  Peter Cook, BEDAZZLED, 1967.
3)  Twelve Of The Most Forgotten Films.  Guy Guden comedy article from 1980.
4)  "That's wrong isn't it?  Surely that's wrong."  Victor Spinetti, A HARD DAY'S NGHT, 1964.
5)  "You might say it's quiet enough for a drum solo."  SECRET AGENT TV series episode, "The Not So Jolly Roger."
6)  "Quiet enough for a drum solo?"  SECRET AGENT TV series episode, "The Not So Jolly Roger."
February 2010

7)  "Gordon, can this music be turned off?"  Peter Reigert to Denis Lawson, LOCAL HERO, 1983.
8)  "Whenever I hear the word 'culture,' I bring out my checkbook."  Jack Palance to Fritz Lang, CONTEMPT, 1963.
9)  "Get thee to a nunnery."  HAMLET.
10)  "O, I am fortune's fool!"  ROMEO & JULIET
11)  "Green is the colour..."  Song and lyric, Pink Floyd.
12)  "But I won't go into exile, see?"  David Warner, MORGAN!, 1966
13)  "Oh, but that's all superstition."  Dwight Frye, DRACULA, 1931.
March 2010
14)  "What's the recipe today, Jim?  Spike Milligan, THE GOON SHOW.
15)  "If you must go, wear this for your mother's sake."  Woman to Dwight Frye, DRACULA, 1931.
16)  "I am I, Don Peyote.  The Man of La Munchies."  Guy Guden script for NOTHING IS SACRED, 1973.
17)  Cable TV Guide.  Guy Guden comedy article from 1984.
18)  "There was a young lady from Exeter."  Peter Sellers, THE MAGIC CHRISTIAN, 1969.
19)  "I don't like reggae... I love it."  10cc lyric, DREADLOCK HOLIDAY.
April 2010
20)  "It would be so nice..."  Pink Floyd song and lyric, written by Rick Wright.
21)  "I think it would be fun to run a newspaper."  George Colouris in CITIZEN KANE, 1941.
22)  Music in Mayaland.  Guy Guden comedy article from 1983.
May 2010
23)  "I like thighs.  Do you like thighs?"  Peter Sellers to Peter O'Toole in WHAT'S NEW, PUSSYCAT?  1965.
24)  "Don't Margo worry."  Flubbed line by Orson Welles on live radio, THE SHADOW, 1937.
25)  "Small minds run in the same gutter"  Quote from MAD Magazine, late 1950s.
26)  Shakespeare's Lost Works.  Guy Guden comedy article from 1980.
27)  "The important thing is to pull yourself up by your own hair..."  Peter Weiss, MARAT/SADE, 1963.
June 2010
28)  On Turning 31.  Guy Guden article from 1981.
29)  "Copy boy!"  Frank Lovejoy from radio's NIGHT BEAT, 1952.
30)  "You're way above our heads."  Spoken to Eros in PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE, 1959.
July 2010
31)  Food and Drink, Without the Food.  Guy Guden article from 1981.
32)  "If I had all the money I spent on drink, I'd spend it on drink."  Vivian Stanshall, SIR HENRY AT RAWLINSON END, 1978.
33)  "It's only a movie."  Family, album and song, 1973.
August 2010
34)  "For one who has not lived even a single are a wise man, Van Helsing."  Bela Lugosi to Edward Van Sloan, DRACULA, 1931.
35)  An American Zany in Europe.  Guy Guden article from 1983.
36)  "I thought you were supposed to be in Paris."  David Hemmings to Veruschka, BLOW UP, 1966.
37)  Vive La Fiasco!  Guy Guden article from 1980.
38)  "Listen to them.  Children of the night.  What music they make."  Bela Lugosi to Dwight Frye, DRACULA, 1931.
39)  "By gad, sir, you are a character."  Sydney Greenstreet to Humphrey Bogart, THE MALTESE FALCON, 1941.
40)  "I need a bohemian atmosphere."  James Fox to Mick Jagger, PERFORMANCE, 1970.
41)  Santa Barbara Surrealism.  Guy Guden article from 1981.
September 2010
42)  "Virgin On The Ridiculous"  Caravan song title.
43)  "I was classed as a madman, a charlatan..."  Bela Lugosi speech from BRIDE OF THE MONSTER, 1955
44)  "..Outlawed in a world of science which previously honored me as a genius..."  Bela Lugosi speech continued.
45)  "...Now here in this forsaken jungle Hell, I have proven that I am all right!"  Bela Lugosi speech concluded.
46)  A Study in Slightly Beige: or, the case of the Japanese doormen.  Guy Guden article from 1981.

October 2010
47)  "Pygmy!"  Basil Rathbone to Nigel Bruce, SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE SPIDER WOMAN, 1944.
48)  "Here we are starving to death, and all you can think of is food."  Peter Sellers to Spike Milligan, THE GOON SHOW.
49)  "Please don't squeeze the Shaman."  Guy Guden as Karma Denominator, SPACE PIRATE RADIO, 1970s
50)  "We can dance if we want to."  Lyric from "The Safety Dance."  Men Without Hats, 1983.
2/3rds to go........

Monday, February 10, 2014

"Old wild men..."

"...waiting for miracles."
Speaking on the Sputnik.  Talking on the Telstar.  Chatting on the Coffee Can & String.
On the phone with my dear artist friend, David Fontana.  He and I have been winding up the Year of the Snake and beginning the Year of the Horse, like Mirror Images.
We both have been seeing off the passing of our final parent.  He, his Father.  Me, my Mother.  And like the brilliant art of his Space Pirate Radio G3 of Pyramids, we two figures have been spinning the same record.  A Turn of the Cards indeed.  Phasing.  And hopefully, it's just a phase we're going through.  Left Coast.  Right Coast.  Each going through our respective parents' belongings, memories and affairs.  Dealing with family.  Siblings.  2 Brothers, he.  1 Sister, me.
Mirrors.  Reflective.  Synchronistic, yet the Reverse.  Feels like a piece of fiction.
I hope all people can have conversations with friends of over forty years, where the mood and text of the talks seems like you just met someone who shares a fondness for your most obscure tastes.  Yet in a parallel world, both persons have a shared history.  A history and a mystery.  Many mysteries.  So each person is always surprising the other with nuggets of nostalgia and discoveries du discos.  New ARTeries.
Yours truly is lucky to have a small circle of such comrades.  My best male friends are often named David.  Mr. Fontana, like myself, is blessed with the companionship of a long term best friend, also called in certain circles, a wife.  We are two pods in a pea.  Yes, folks.  It is like a piece of fiction.
"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."  I think that was an insurance ad jingle.  Owlstate.   "You're in Good Barns."  "Who gives a Hoot?"  Progresso, I've.  "You're covered...IN SOUP!"  ********  Sorry.  Lost my mind there.
Oh, yeah.  My friend David Fontana.  Brilliant artist.  Check out his blog sites.  They are on my profile page under Blogs I Follow.  They're all his.  Artist.  Musician.  Magus.  Great Wit.  Lesser mortals sometimes think he's me.  (Poor Meester Fontana.)  Nope, he's an Original.  And in conversation?  It's a Meeting of the Mimes.  Two Rack On Turds.  Excuse-A-Moi!
"Did you lose your mind again, Monsieur?" 
Besides his talents as an artist, of which I have always had great admiration, it is the music that inspires our mutual muses.  David absorbs the variety of foreign sounds and styles that began our friendship and collaborations.  He is my best Italian friend, always bringing me into an environment of Fellini and PFM.  Per Un Amico.  But like my initial obsessions with Space Pirate Radio, he is quick to remind me that it is the German musicians that ignite the flame of inspiration.  David has been kind to say on his blog DJ Scungilli, that it was hearing Ash Ra Tempel and Cosmic Jokers; Amon Duul 2 and Popol Vuh on the air, that fueled his early days at art school.  In later years, he went to Germany to play music with some of the experimentalists I aired.  In England, he hung with the Canterbury musos.  When Daevid Allen sojourned in Santa Barbara, Banana Fontana was ready to be in the next evolution of Gong.  The Pot Head Pixie even used my friend's cool guitar, both musically and photographically, on a single shot I believe.
While talking on the wireless, I mentioned to my friend, that water plays a Greek Chorus in our lives.  The Naughty Cal wordplay abounds.  The Pacific of Santa Barbara in the '70s.  The amon dual bodies of water in Florida.  I can't imagine turning Space Pirate Radio into what it conceptually began without the addition of that seaside, night time view of the Santa Barbara harbour from the Eighth Floor of the Granada Theatre building.  Blobfish sailed in his boat during those wee coastal mornings.  Each of us Captains of our Vessel.  It was magic, folks!
Well, that's what good art, amongst good friends will do to you.  Time to make magick again.
"Lord have mercy upon the many.  Lord have mercy...on me...and...on you."  :)X

Monday, January 27, 2014

"...acting as an aerial, picking up the sound..."

Space Pirate Radio is 40 years old.  And we are celebrating the music.  The soundtrack to the madness and mental state of my little midi-minuit fantastique.  The wireless of the weird.  "That space music."

As discussed before, this odd new musik coming out of Britain and Europe, inspired by psychedelic rock from San Francisco, Eastern music, jazz, classical, sci-fi film soundtracks and cheesy lounge music...this mix of moods and enthusiasms motivated the birth of the show.  The Beatles and Pink Floyd had broken the rules, others were following.  Why wasn't the U.S. of A. tuned in?

This had to be changed. Freeform non-commercial FM radio was the hope for innovation.  But commercial radio had to be subverted.  AM radio would play the edited version of The Doors' "Light My Fire."  FM the full piece.  Plus "The End" and "When The Music's Over."

Longer cuts over the 2 minute single played on a turntable that was sped up, creating that Chipmunks quality so necessary for extra ad time.  Basta!  "We want our sounds, and we want it........NOW!"  :)

Pink Floyd's "Echoes" and/or "Atom Heart Mother."  The Beatles "Revolution #9."  Brian Auger & Julie Driscoll doing Donovan's "Season of the Witch."

So how about this new stuff?  Tangerine Dream's "Atem."  Amon Duul 2's "Yeti."  Ash Ra Tempel.  The Cosmic Jokers.  Popol Vuh.  Heldon.  Banco del Mutuo Soccorso.  Le Orme.  Can, for Goddess' sake!

George Harrison, liberally helping himself to others' music on "Wonderwall" and "Electronic Sounds."  Zappa's "Freak Out"?  Slide into Guru Guru's "UFO" or "Kanguru."  Early Kraftwerk, Kluster (with a K, followed by Cluster with a C ), and Klaus Schulze, the pre-Wagnerian dreamer.

And Mike Oldfield.  Because of Soft Machine and Kevin Ayers.  And Robert Wyatt.  And Daevid Allen.

Gong.  Caravan.  Hatfield and the North.  Egg.  National Health.  Canterbury or Oxford?  The English Magick...from Small Faces' "Ogden's Nut Gone Flakes" (one of my first import purchases, in the plastic snap case, with fold out and ciggie papers) to Manfred Mann with and without the Earth Band.

Kate Bush, Incredible String Band, Gentle Giant, Gryphon and Third Ear Band.  Curved Air and Darryl Way's Wolf.

France: Ange.  Mona Lisa.  Atoll.  And Magma!  Spain: Granada.  Triana.  Japan: Sadistic Mika Band.  Far East Family Band.

Alquin, Kayak and Earth & Fire from Holland.  Telex from Belgium.


I still have my hand written, improvised playlist from that first Space Pirate Radio show of Saturday night/Sunday morning January 27th, 1974.  (This was in essence an audition show, live and at full tilt bluff.  The midnight to six experiment fooled the teachers, and Sunday night/Monday morning, the Deadest of Airtimes, would become my grave robbing broadcast home.)

The show opened with Hawkwind's "Earth Calling" from the double live "Space Ritual" album.  Perhaps not the aesthetically best first choice (after all, Hawkwind permanently deafened my left ear at their Space 1999 show with Man in Los Angeles at the Embassy Concert Theatre), but its "We've landed Earthlings...Protect Your Women" tone seemed appropriate on a radio station accustomed to Jackson Browne.  :)   I was making an entrance.  And trance?

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