It is still hard to believe that I created the album Gelatin Duplicator. I listened to it on headphones and, yes, I'm the one whose mouth is moving, but it's hard to believe that I committed to that particular sound so diligently.
Speaking of which, I have this entire album I'm the One Whose Mouth Is Moving that I somehow forgot to release a decade ago. When my work gets less crazy I'll have to work on my Digital Legacy, maybe sign up for a DystroKyd account or something, and get this stuff off my hard drive and into the universe.
LISTENING:
- Juana Molina's new one DOGA
- Heather Leigh's eerie and singular Throne - finally bought a copy
- Mostly lots of 70s stuff:
- YouChoob episodes of The Midnight Special while washing the dishes - the Don Cornelius-hosted one is awesome, particularly the Whispers' "Bingo":
The Joan Baez-hosted one an episode later is just so-so, but my jaw dropped when I heard her song "Children," in which she lists the names of a bunch of her kid's friends in 1975. Amid one verse comprised solely of J names, she says "[my name] and [my brother's name]" in that order. Were my parents listening? Is this an Easter egg they left for us to uncover fifty years later? - I bought a bunch of smooth jazz/funk albums at the library used book store for a dollar each. Some are boring, but Luther Rabb's Street Angel is pretty sweet, particularly "Seattle Disco's Groovin' Tonight" which apparently also existed in a version called "Seattle Sonics Do It Tonight":
READING:
Several things at once. Slowly making my way through Helen DeWitt and Ilya Gridneff's crazed Your Name Here. If you happen to have a flight coming up and an interest in extreeeem metafiction and learning to decipher Arabic characters, highest recommendation. I read it on the plane on the way home from Boston recently and was completely losing it. Apologies to my fellow passengers.
