April 2022 Vinyl Spin Challenge - Intertextuality and You

I have dipped out of this months challenge as I have to much on, sadly my mother passed away at the end of Jan and we are busy sorting out her estate so have had no time to listen to any records but I have been lurking and have to say this is great and going straight on the want list

So sorry to hear about mom.

Any way you cut it, it stinks, but focus on all the great times and good things. They outweigh the pain by tons.
 
April 22: Franz Kafka, Josephine the Songstress
  • “In private conversations amongst trusted friends we admit this quite openly, that Josephine's songs aren't, as songs go, anything all that out of the ordinary, there's nothing essentially miraculous about them. And, is it even song at all? Despite our fundamental lack in things musical we do have a substantial history that has come down to us about singing; in earlier times our forefathers were musical-there are legends that inform us about all of this and, indeed, even still we have some of these songs though, to be sure, nobody has any idea as to how they're to be sung. I don't know why it is that in the course of centuries we became so thoroughly disinterested in any sort of music, that, indeed, we became fundamentally hostile toward it, perhaps this is due to our particular destiny, that somehow we were chosen for this: that we worship stillness, stepping back within ourselves and not really being committed and, so, in all actuality we don't have much choice in this. But however all of this may be, we still do have some premonition of what song is and our premonition, to be perfectly honest, goes against her artistry, what Josephine actually does when she's singing.”
The first thing that popped into my head...

No less than 21 different musical motifs colliding with Beefheart's deconstructing the blues vocal...



Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band - Trout Mask Replica

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April 22: Franz Kafka, Josephine the Songstress
  • “In private conversations amongst trusted friends we admit this quite openly, that Josephine's songs aren't, as songs go, anything all that out of the ordinary, there's nothing essentially miraculous about them. And, is it even song at all? Despite our fundamental lack in things musical we do have a substantial history that has come down to us about singing; in earlier times our forefathers were musical-there are legends that inform us about all of this and, indeed, even still we have some of these songs though, to be sure, nobody has any idea as to how they're to be sung. I don't know why it is that in the course of centuries we became so thoroughly disinterested in any sort of music, that, indeed, we became fundamentally hostile toward it, perhaps this is due to our particular destiny, that somehow we were chosen for this: that we worship stillness, stepping back within ourselves and not really being committed and, so, in all actuality we don't have much choice in this. But however all of this may be, we still do have some premonition of what song is and our premonition, to be perfectly honest, goes against her artistry, what Josephine actually does when she's singing.”
Aretha Franklin "Live At The Fillmore West" (1971 Atlantic; 2013 Speaker's Corner)
This one seemed to call for a live album and I'm going with this.

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April 22: Franz Kafka, Josephine the Songstress
  • “In private conversations amongst trusted friends we admit this quite openly, that Josephine's songs aren't, as songs go, anything all that out of the ordinary, there's nothing essentially miraculous about them. And, is it even song at all? Despite our fundamental lack in things musical we do have a substantial history that has come down to us about singing; in earlier times our forefathers were musical-there are legends that inform us about all of this and, indeed, even still we have some of these songs though, to be sure, nobody has any idea as to how they're to be sung. I don't know why it is that in the course of centuries we became so thoroughly disinterested in any sort of music, that, indeed, we became fundamentally hostile toward it, perhaps this is due to our particular destiny, that somehow we were chosen for this: that we worship stillness, stepping back within ourselves and not really being committed and, so, in all actuality we don't have much choice in this. But however all of this may be, we still do have some premonition of what song is and our premonition, to be perfectly honest, goes against her artistry, what Josephine actually does when she's singing.”

An album of reworked folk songs (that I have no idea what they sounded like originally) seems to fit this prompt well.

Bonny Light Horseman ~ Self Titled

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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.””
Doves - The Universal Want

With the song "Prisoners."

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April 22: Franz Kafka, Josephine the Songstress
  • “In private conversations amongst trusted friends we admit this quite openly, that Josephine's songs aren't, as songs go, anything all that out of the ordinary, there's nothing essentially miraculous about them. And, is it even song at all? Despite our fundamental lack in things musical we do have a substantial history that has come down to us about singing; in earlier times our forefathers were musical-there are legends that inform us about all of this and, indeed, even still we have some of these songs though, to be sure, nobody has any idea as to how they're to be sung. I don't know why it is that in the course of centuries we became so thoroughly disinterested in any sort of music, that, indeed, we became fundamentally hostile toward it, perhaps this is due to our particular destiny, that somehow we were chosen for this: that we worship stillness, stepping back within ourselves and not really being committed and, so, in all actuality we don't have much choice in this. But however all of this may be, we still do have some premonition of what song is and our premonition, to be perfectly honest, goes against her artistry, what Josephine actually does when she's singing.”
Teenage Fanclub - Bandwagonesque

Ends with the track "Is This Music?"

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April 23: Donald Barthelme, The Rise of Capitalism
  • “The first thing I did was make a mistake. I thought I had understood capitalism, but what I had done was assume an attitude -- melancholy sadness -- toward it. This attitude is not correct. Fortunately your letter came, at that instant. "Dear Rupert, I love you every day. You are the world, which is life. I love you I adore you I am crazy about you. Love, Marta." Reading between the lines, I understood your critique of my attitude toward capitalism. Always mindful that the critic must "studiare da un punto di vista formalistico e semiologico il rapporto fra lingua di un testo e codificazione di un -- " But here a big thumb smudges the text -- the thumb of capitalism, which we are all under. Darkness falls. My neighbor continues to commit suicide, once a fortnight. I have this suicides geared into my schedule because my role is to save him; once I was late and he spent two days unconscious on the floor. But now that I have understood that I have not understood capitalism, perhaps a less equivocal position toward it can be "hammered out." My daughter demands more Mr. Bubble for her bath. The shrimp boats lower their nets. A book called Humorists of the 18th Century is published.”
The first thing that popped into my head...



Oingo Boingo - Only A Lad

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April 16: Horacio Castellanos Moya, Hypertension

I was going to pick the album that Sheer Heart Attack was actually on, but decided that I wanted to hear this one. There is a track about a Bicycle Race.

Queen ‎– Jazz
Elektra ‎– 6E-166, 1978

Promo

Cut at Sterling
Pressed at PRC, Compton

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April 17: Nnedi Okorafor, Mother of Invention

I had to go with this one just because of the title.

Pierre Barouh – Le Pollen
We Release Whatever The Fuck We Want Records – WRWTFWW051, 1982/2021

Cut by Sidney Meyer at Emil Berliner Studios

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This is a very interesting release...a French album recorded in Japan with mostly Japanese backing band and David Sylvian.
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April 18: Angela Carter, Wolf-Alice

I wasn't too worried about this one getting scooped...pick for the track title only, not what is actually sung in the song.

W.A.S.P. – The Last Command
Capitol Records – ST-12435, 1985

Cut at Future Disc
Pressed at Capitol Records Pressing Plant, Jacksonville

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April 23: Donald Barthelme, The Rise of Capitalism
  • “The first thing I did was make a mistake. I thought I had understood capitalism, but what I had done was assume an attitude -- melancholy sadness -- toward it. This attitude is not correct. Fortunately your letter came, at that instant. "Dear Rupert, I love you every day. You are the world, which is life. I love you I adore you I am crazy about you. Love, Marta." Reading between the lines, I understood your critique of my attitude toward capitalism. Always mindful that the critic must "studiare da un punto di vista formalistico e semiologico il rapporto fra lingua di un testo e codificazione di un -- " But here a big thumb smudges the text -- the thumb of capitalism, which we are all under. Darkness falls. My neighbor continues to commit suicide, once a fortnight. I have this suicides geared into my schedule because my role is to save him; once I was late and he spent two days unconscious on the floor. But now that I have understood that I have not understood capitalism, perhaps a less equivocal position toward it can be "hammered out." My daughter demands more Mr. Bubble for her bath. The shrimp boats lower their nets. A book called Humorists of the 18th Century is published.”
Gang of Four Solid Gold (1981 EMI)
So much of this fits... What We All Want, To Hell With Poverty, A Hole In The Wallet...

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