April 2022 Vinyl Spin Challenge - Intertextuality and You

April 19: Jeanette Winterson, The Agony of Intimacy
  • “‘It’s funny.’ She said, a short Scotch cupped in her long fingers, ‘how we live in no-fault culture that is also a blame culture. My experience is that the no-fault applies to the men, and the blame applies to the women. But you can’t say that post-feminism. And maybe I am just bitter.’”
Beach Bunny - Blame Game EP

I don't have this on on vinyl, so I'm going digital. All four songs of the EP fit with the quote, especially the title track.

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April 20: Thomas Pynchon, Entropy

I'll follow @TenderLovingKiller® 's lead and go with something 4/20 related based on the sativa line here.

One Draw from Rita Marley's Who Feels it Knows it

Hey, rastaman, hey, what you say?
Give me some of your senses
So long I have been searching for a taste
Looking all over the place
Not a thing could I find
To satisfy my mind
So I came to search for the I
To see what the I could do
And just like I said
You send it straight to my head
(I wanna feel high) So, so high
(So high) High, high
(I wanna feel high) I wanna feel high
(So high) So, so high
(Want draw) I want more draw now
(Want draw) Want draw

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Ooh, good question! I got hooked on my love of Neil Young - who feeds directly into Southern Rock Opera as a reoccurring character along with Lynyrd Skynrd (sp?) and the general dichotomy of the south. The follow ups to that Decoration Day or Dirty South are good choices - you've got 3 great songwriters with Patterson Hood, Mike Cooley, and Jason Isbell. All three have great ruminations on being from the south, and how that experience shaped them (and others perceptions of them).

@avecigrec What do you think???

The Dirty South was my gateway and remains my absolute favourite. You can't go wrong with any/all of the 3 previously mentioned: throw in Brighter Than Creation's Dark and you've got the best of the best - but even their "worst" is pretty damn solid.

As for reminding you of The Hip, I don't think that's sacrilegious in the least. When I first saw them a year before Downie died, Patterson Hood actually paid him a really touching tribute during the show. Had me welling up a bit.

Streamed a few of the albums and decided to place an order with New West records. I really should not ask these questions. ;)
 
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April 20: Thomas Pynchon, Entropy
“Downstairs, Meatball Mulligan’s lease-breaking* party was moving into its 40th hour. On the kitchen floor, amid a litter of empty champagne fifths, were Sandor Rojas and three friends, playing spit in the ocean* and staying awake on Heidseck and benzedrine* pills. In the living room Duke, Vincent, Krinkles and Paco sat crouched over a 15-inch speaker which had been bolted into the top of a wastepaper basket, listening to 27 watts’ worth of The Heroes’ Gate at Kiev*. They all wore hornrimmed sunglasses and rapt expressions, and smoked funny-looking cigarettes which contained not, as you might expect, tobacco, but an adulterated form of cannabis sativa*. This group was the Duke di Angelis quartet. They recorded for a local label called Tambú and had to their credit one 10" LP entitled Songs of Outer Space*.”

Meatball Mulligan's party reminds me of some 4/20 parties I attended over the many years I lived in Boulder. Lots of slum lord style apartments where my filthiest college friends lived with sketchy roommates and would throw big to dos. Memories of doing knife hits of hash and gravity bongs in the kitchen sink while listening to tunes on their blown out speakers under the purple glow of their grow lights while talking about other times we'd gotten high. Everything felt simpler and yet also way more complex. I hope other kids are doing that tonight in one of those old dumps back in Boulder, but with legal weed they probably don't have as much fun and anxiety planning as we did.

Anyway, figure some space age stoner rock fits the bill with a couple connections to Pynchon's Entropy.

Black Space Riders 🚀🚀🚀 - Amoretum, Vol 1
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If I don't get too tired I might try and spin Vol 2 too.
 
April 20: Thomas Pynchon, Entropy
  • “Downstairs, Meatball Mulligan’s lease-breaking* party was moving into its 40th hour. On the kitchen floor, amid a litter of empty champagne fifths, were Sandor Rojas and three friends, playing spit in the ocean* and staying awake on Heidseck and benzedrine* pills. In the living room Duke, Vincent, Krinkles and Paco sat crouched over a 15-inch speaker which had been bolted into the top of a wastepaper basket, listening to 27 watts’ worth of The Heroes’ Gate at Kiev*. They all wore hornrimmed sunglasses and rapt expressions, and smoked funny-looking cigarettes which contained not, as you might expect, tobacco, but an adulterated form of cannabis sativa*. This group was the Duke di Angelis quartet. They recorded for a local label called Tambú and had to their credit one 10" LP entitled Songs of Outer Space*.”
The first thing that popped into my head...



Afghan Whigs - Up In It

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April 21: Denis Johnson, Strangler Bob
  • “Donald Dundun showed me how to roll a cigarette. Dundun came from the trailer courts, and I was middle class gone crazy, but we passed the time together freely because we both had long hair and chased after any kind of intoxicating substance. Dundun, only nineteen, already displayed up and down both his arms the tattooed veins of a hope-to-die heroin addict. The same went for B.D., a boy who arrived the week before Christmas. We knew him only as B.D. “My name cannot be pronounced, it can only be spelled.” That was his dodge. I, on the other hand, didn’t know the meaning of my own handle, Dink. Some grouchy, puffy-eyed prisoner would walk by, look at me, and say, “Dink.””
The first thing that popped into my head...

Better watch out for the skin deep...



The Stranglers - Aural Sculpture

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April 13: Chinua Achebe, The Sacrificial Egg

After reading the story, this album came to mind.

Fugazi – In On The Kill Taker
Dischord Records – dis70V, 1993/2016

Cut by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering Services

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Streamed a few of the albums and decided to place an order with New West records. I really should not ask these questions. ;)
You really shouldn't get this to read along with either. ;)

 
April 21: Denis Johnson, Strangler Bob
  • “Donald Dundun showed me how to roll a cigarette. Dundun came from the trailer courts, and I was middle class gone crazy, but we passed the time together freely because we both had long hair and chased after any kind of intoxicating substance. Dundun, only nineteen, already displayed up and down both his arms the tattooed veins of a hope-to-die heroin addict. The same went for B.D., a boy who arrived the week before Christmas. We knew him only as B.D. “My name cannot be pronounced, it can only be spelled.” That was his dodge. I, on the other hand, didn’t know the meaning of my own handle, Dink. Some grouchy, puffy-eyed prisoner would walk by, look at me, and say, “Dink.””

Oh, back on the chain gang

Pretenders ~ Learning to Crawl

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April 21: Denis Johnson, Strangler Bob
  • “Donald Dundun showed me how to roll a cigarette. Dundun came from the trailer courts, and I was middle class gone crazy, but we passed the time together freely because we both had long hair and chased after any kind of intoxicating substance. Dundun, only nineteen, already displayed up and down both his arms the tattooed veins of a hope-to-die heroin addict. The same went for B.D., a boy who arrived the week before Christmas. We knew him only as B.D. “My name cannot be pronounced, it can only be spelled.” That was his dodge. I, on the other hand, didn’t know the meaning of my own handle, Dink. Some grouchy, puffy-eyed prisoner would walk by, look at me, and say, “Dink.””
Fontaines D.C. "Live at Kilmainham Goal" (2021 Partisan)

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April 21: Denis Johnson, Strangler Bob
“Donald Dundun showed me how to roll a cigarette. Dundun came from the trailer courts, and I was middle class gone crazy, but we passed the time together freely because we both had long hair and chased after any kind of intoxicating substance. Dundun, only nineteen, already displayed up and down both his arms the tattooed veins of a hope-to-die heroin addict. The same went for B.D., a boy who arrived the week before Christmas. We knew him only as B.D. “My name cannot be pronounced, it can only be spelled.” That was his dodge. I, on the other hand, didn’t know the meaning of my own handle, Dink. Some grouchy, puffy-eyed prisoner would walk by, look at me, and say, “Dink.””

Turns out that I really like a lot of music about heroin, so this was actually a bit hard to narrow down. But Happiness is a Warm Gun is just such a damn good song that I had to go with the White Album. And I really do love the version from Across the Universe too. What a great movie. I'd love to see some other films done like that.

Pulling out the Anniversary box set for this one tonight.

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April 20: Thomas Pynchon, Entropy
  • “Downstairs, Meatball Mulligan’s lease-breaking* party was moving into its 40th hour. On the kitchen floor, amid a litter of empty champagne fifths, were Sandor Rojas and three friends, playing spit in the ocean* and staying awake on Heidseck and benzedrine* pills. In the living room Duke, Vincent, Krinkles and Paco sat crouched over a 15-inch speaker which had been bolted into the top of a wastepaper basket, listening to 27 watts’ worth of The Heroes’ Gate at Kiev*. They all wore hornrimmed sunglasses and rapt expressions, and smoked funny-looking cigarettes which contained not, as you might expect, tobacco, but an adulterated form of cannabis sativa*. This group was the Duke di Angelis quartet. They recorded for a local label called Tambú and had to their credit one 10" LP entitled Songs of Outer Space*.”
Spiritualized - Everything Was Beautiful

Just arrived, and it fits the drugs and the space reference!

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