Saturday, 15 December 2012
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Date: Tuesday, April 3rd, 2012
Time: 1:30-7:30 or so
Place: Vancouver Again
Studio: Blue Wave Again (34 West 8th)
Players and Commentary:
The original four are confirmed:
Mendoza on Bass
Burt on Drums
Vincent on Jimbe
D’Gravy on Goodness
A young viola is hovering
The Cooked guitarist sounds possible
The accordion is in a pawnshop
Chai has a spot if he wants one
the sound guy knows
and the songs are finding their way.
Sunday, 4 March 2012
Tuesday Year Two Vancouver again
The space is rented and an
analogue recording man has been hired.
The vocalist and the jimbe player got drunk
and teased each other mercilessly
eventually resorting to play fighting.
The drummer is still holding out…
The teacher is a trumpet player
and going on strike tomorrow (from teaching that is).
The manager is meeting with the bassist
at the Rusty Gull… tonight with the horn guy.
Chai from SNAFU has agreed to do a cameo…
(we’re unsure if he’ll show)
but he’s got a spot if he wants one.
One of the original members Sid Vicious
is in town but doesn’t have a phone
Rangers friend might do the accordion
the guitarist from Cooked is on the list
and the songs were written long ago.
Monday, 9 January 2012
"The Arab Spring and the Imperialistic Counter Attack" i have not read but did see exactly this on my trip to Egypt.
He communicates in code, day dreams forward and the only time he feels scared is when he runs out of cigarettes…he does more of course but you should read the book.
“But who will be proved right? It will only be known later. Meanwhile he is bound to act on credit and to sell his soul to the devil, in the hope of history’s absolution.” from Rubashov’s diary page 81
“ After a life of sin, he has turned to God--to a God with a double chin of industrial liberalism and the charity of Salvation Army soups.” Ivanov on page 122 debating the merits of an imagined conscience…
“Satan on the other hand, is thin ascetic and fanatical devotee of logic. He reads Machiavelli, Ignatius of Loyola, Marx and Hegel; he is cold and unmerciful to mankind, out of a kind of mathematical mercifulness.” page 122
“Our greatest poets destroyed themselves with this poison. Up to forty, fifty they were revolutionary—then they became consumed by pity and the world announced them holy.” page 124
And I will leave it here as I finish with one last comment from his long argument,
“My point is this on may not regard the world as a sort of metaphysical brothel for emotions…sympathy, conscience, disgust, despair, repentance and atonement are for us repellent debauchery. To sit down and let oneself be hypnotized by one’s own navel…something personal to you, something unprecendented…that is the easy solution…the greatest temptation for the likes of us; is to renounce violence, to repent, to make peace with oneself…the temptation of God is always more dangerous for mankind than those of Satan…when the accursed inner voice speaks to you, hold your hands over your ears…to sell oneself for thirty pieces of silver is an honest transaction, but to sell oneself to one’s own conscience is to abandon mankind. ..history is a priori; it has no conscience…you know the stakes in this game.” page 124-125