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Question of the day

In the Beastie Boys song "Something's Got To Give", they say "This one's called 'Rectify'." But it's not. It's called "Something's Got To Give." Please to explain.


By fnord12 | March 27, 2008, 11:24 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Moving Waves by Focus

Moving waves, the wind has left you
And you're still in commotion.
Moving waves, the wind has left you
And you're still in commotion.

We are still repeating the word it has taught us
It moves our whole being into ecstasy.

Waves, why do you all become excited
And then all calm together?
Because behind our individual action
There is one impulse working.
Because behind our individual action
There is one impulse working.

Rising waves...what motive is behind your impulse?
What motive is behind your impulse?

The desire to reach upwards!


By fnord12 | March 27, 2008, 8:56 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

I Found That Essence Rare by Gang of Four

Aim for the body rare, you'll see it on TV
The worst thing in 1954 was the Bikini
See the girl on the TV dressed in a Bikini
She doesn't think so but she's dressed for the H-Bomb
(For the H-Bomb)
I found that essence rare, it's what I looked for
I knew I'd get what I asked for
Aim for the country fair you read it in the papers
The worst happens any week a scandal on the front page
See the happy pair smiling close like they are monkeys
They wouldn't think so but they're holding themselves down
(Hold themselves down)
I found that essence rare, it's what I looked for
I knew I'd get what I asked for
I found that essence rare, it's what I looked for
I knew I'd get what I asked for
Aim for politicians fair who'll treat your vote hope well
The last thing they'll ever do act in your interest
Look at the world through your polaroid glasses
Things'll look a whole lot better for the working classes
(Working classes)
I found that essence rare, it's what I looked for
I knew I'd get what I asked for
I found that essence rare, it's what I looked for
I knew I'd get what I asked for


By fnord12 | March 20, 2008, 9:02 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Blue Room show

Thanks to our friends who came to see us at the Blue Room on Friday. We were worried that we wouldn't meet the 12 person "minimum" draw, but we actually exceeded it by quite a bit and it turned out we were the band with the biggest draw. It also seems that the minimum isn't such a big deal in any event as there were several groups there that didn't have that many "fans". Also thanks for sticking around as they had some scheduling problems and we didn't go on until midnight! Despite some sound issues, we seem to have went over well, and the organizer was very complimentary and wants to have us back at a more promising time slot.

Our next show is a Friends of Suzanne benefit concert on a saturday afternoon in a park. There's no draw requirements so we won't be badgering anyone but it looks like there'll be some good music and food and such, and it's for an organization that helps cancer patients, so come support us and them if you're free.


By fnord12 | March 17, 2008, 10:14 AM | Music | Comments (2)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Nutopia by Meg Lee Chin

I saw the best minds of my generation running on empty, superglued to the T.V.,
Dreaming of prosperity, talking incessantly, saying nothing.
Sleeping on platforms at train stations, sipping chemical cocktails,
Alive to the Universe, dead to the World.
Hallucinating delusions of media reality in Camden Town, desperate in the pursuit of cool
He's in a suit, she's in a straight jacket, 7-11 nightmares at 3am and the moon is quiet and holy.

Watch all the bridges collide,
Well I think we might have to lay low, for a while

I saw the best minds of my generation caught up in the virtual reality of living
Memorizing pin numbers and secret codes,
Swaying robotically to non-existant rhythms,
Flashing memberships to clubs so exclusive nobody belongs.

Jesus said " Lay down your arms". Jesus said "Children come home".

Scared shitless, witless, clueless, useless, tightlipped, tightfisted,tightassed, half-assed, sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning.

The city's all wrapped up in plastic like an electronic cocoon.
If you lay in the street you can hear it humming, building up slowly from underground.
If you close your eyes you can observe the blueprint; the man-made dna that spirals breathlessly out of control,
As synapses collapse, bridges snap, into a restless utopia.

Nutopia.


By fnord12 | March 13, 2008, 8:55 AM | Music | Comments (2)| Link



Really Terrible Orchestra

This is very punk rock*.

NYTimes

Some years ago, a group of frustrated people in Scotland decided that the pleasure of playing in an orchestra should not be limited to those who are good enough to do so, but should be available to the rankest of amateurs. So we founded the Really Terrible Orchestra, an inclusive orchestra for those who really want to play, but who cannot do so very well. Or cannot do so at all, in some cases.

My own playing set the standard. I play the bassoon, even if not quite the whole bassoon. I have never quite mastered C-sharp, and I am weak on the notes above the high D. In general, I leave these out if they crop up, and I find that the effect is not unpleasant. I am not entirely untutored, of course, having had a course of lessons in the instrument from a music student who looked quietly appalled while I played. Most of the players in the orchestra are rather like this; they have learned their instruments at some point in their lives, but have not learned them very well. Now such people have their second chance with the Really Terrible Orchestra.

...
Some of the members were very marginal musicians, indeed. One of the clarinet players, now retired from the orchestra for a period of re-evaluation, stopped at the middle B-flat, before the instrument's natural break. He could go no higher, which was awkward, as that left him very few notes down below. Another, a cellist, was unfortunately very hard of hearing and was also hazy on the tuning of the strings. As an aide-mémoire, he had very sensibly written the names of the notes in pencil on the bridge. This did not appear to help.




*In the old-school, before-punk-became-a-genre, sense.


By fnord12 | March 10, 2008, 9:45 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



On the Air

While at the NJProghouse show, we met a guy named Bill Fox who DJs for Muhlenberg College Radio in Allentown, PA. Not ones to pass up an opportunity, we sent him an EP soon after the show.

He posts his playlists online once a week.

Well, guess what?

Perhaps this should be added as another appropriate moment for a fist pound.


By min | March 7, 2008, 3:01 PM | Music | Comments (1)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Land by the Patti Smith Group

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land


(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea

(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key

(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.

(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor

(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee

(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame

(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat

(the spoon)
And let it deep in

(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area


(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,

(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died

(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)

(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land

looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers

(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,

(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first

(his vocal chords shot up)

(possibility)

(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate

(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song


By fnord12 | March 6, 2008, 9:04 AM | Music | Comments (4)| Link



Lead Singer Syndrome at the Blue Room

We'll be playing our second gig at the Blue Room in Secaucus on Friday, 3/14. This is a place that cuts your stage time if you have less than 12 'fans' show up, so we can use your support! C'mon out and enjoy your favorite instrumental rock band (that's us, people!) along with an assortment of what usually turn out to be surprisingly good groups. They have a full bar and serve food, too.


By fnord12 | March 3, 2008, 10:08 AM | Music | Comments (4)| Link



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