Just stay outta the way this new breed of privileged white mothers....

A couple of local hot rod clubs coronded off the intersection of St. Claude and St. Bernard in the Upper 7th Ward of New Orleans just now. Face masks were optional....

This is the only video commissioned by the legendary 99 Records in NYC. It was produced during 1982 by the Michael Sporn Animation Studios and then released in the Spring of 1983. Mike was my Brother-In-Law at the time. He'd never made a music video, so he jumped at the chance. We could only afford $500 but Micky didn't care. Everybody thought that it came out great!
Of course many listeners will immediately pick up on the bassist Richard McGuire's unmistakable baseline. Liquid Liquid were four white friends who were more a part of the No-Wave scene at the time. This track ’Cavern' and the rest of the EP's tracks were produced at the Radio City Recording Studios by their house engineer, Don Hunenberg and the labels owner, Ed Bahlman. Right after recording Ed hightailed it over to Manhattan's local cutting edge urban radio station, WBLS, and got it right into legendary DJ Franky Crocker's hands. He and their entire staff LOVED IT! For the next three months Liquid Liquid's “Cavern" went ballistic. Ed and I couldn't keep it in stock! Then one day I went to work, and no Liquid Liquid. **POOF**. Gone, baby gone.... About a week later, new artist “Grandmaster Flash" debuted a track called ‘White Lines". Thus began the world's first “Sampling Law" battle.
Long story even longer as per your requests:

NYC 1979
In one of the long vacant basement storefronts of the West Village, a British ex-pat had setup a small shop.
The shop was at 99 McDougal street. I lived just four blocks away at 313 Avenue of the Americas, right next door to the Waverly Theater. I was working at an enormous Legacy law firm as a file clerk. My friend Joe Miller told me that a new Punk store had opened over there. Joe ran the Jazz department at the Golden Disc record store around my corner on Bleeker Street. I recognized him from a Times Square record store called ‘Colony' that he used to work at and I used to hang out at.
Gina Franklyn is a designer. She was one of Londons original English Punks of 1976. She'd been there at it's exploding apex without even knowing that there had been a detonation. Like so many others, she'd been absorbed into Great Britain's massive post-WWII Socialists State. A nuclear reaction brought about by its Monarchy's inability to protect the population and it's own future from the inevitable collapse that coincides with the End of Empire. She was making her own clothes and selling the supplies one would need to decorate yourself for a personal revolution. I bought a bottle of Blue/Black hair dye and a few pins. Punk Flare. A month or two later I noticed that there were some imported 45rpm singles hanging in one of the two large plate glass windows. I scampered down the rabbit hole into a Brave New World.
A guy I'd noticed at local shows had setup a couple of turntables on a low counter he'd built on one side of Gina's shop. He only had a few records for sale but he had plenty more that he began to play for me. I wanted them all. I had been buying my music at Bleeker Bob's a few blocks away. That and Golden Disk around the corner on Bleecker Street were the only games in town to find anything that was imported or independently released. Those two other stores, well let's just say they had their own issues. I really didn't like spending my money there. The kinda places where you felt like you were impinging on the staff by asking questions.
Ed Bahlman became my Gatekeeper. Every Friday I'd cash my paycheck from my boring fukin job and dash over to 99 to spend most of it on whatever new records Ed had brought into their shop.
Every time before I'd leave I'd tell Ed that if he ever needed anybody that I'd love to work there. He started to believe me. The store was not a profit center. At all. He still worked his union job as a maintenance man at a building on the Upper East Side. He would finish up there and than run down to 99 in the afternoon.
Unbeknownst to all of us, 99 was becoming the off-center nucleus of a coalescing music scene. It was as surprising to Ed as it was to everybody else. By 1978-79 the NYC “punk" scene had been coopted by a few major labels. They in turn were fighting against the establishment press and radio to even recognize bands like Television and Talking Heads.
At 99, we were looking for something different than that.
Something like a phenomenon.
Sonic Youth, Bush Tetras, Glenn Branca, James Chance, Mars, Liquid Liquid, Misfits, Lydia Lunch and Lori Anderson weren't even bands yet but each of them and their members were regular customers. Tony Wilson, Vivien Goldman, Adrian Sherwood, Keith Levine and Martin Hanett made expeditions. Seminal club DJ Larry Lavant was a regular customer. So were all of the staff's of Danceteria, Hurrah! and the Mudd Club. Jack Rabid could smell the vinyl from his place. Trish and the girls from Manic Panic would buy records and steal/share ideas from Gina. Rick Rubin and Tim Sommer headed up the NYU delegation....tbc

WITH ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE SCHOOLYARD...."
lyrics and music by Paul Simon 1975.
What did he know and when did he know it?
#thewholeworldwonders

a cover version of the Grateful Dead tune by Plasma Discharge from their upcoming eponymous debut
EP

A track from the upcoming EP by our band Plasma Discharge

GIVE ME FIVE GOOD REASONS WHY YOU STILL HAVEN'T SEEN "BRAZIL"....

#unbelievable

THEY PEDDLE THE BEST FUKIN SOUNDZ FILLING UP THE NEW VOLKSPOP OF TODAY
THEY HAVE 5 STARS ON eBay!
l WROTE A VERY FAVORABLE REVIEW OF THEIR NEW ALBUM FOR MONEY AND NOW IT'S BEEN POSTED IN BILLBOARD, NYTIMES, ECONOMIST and even the ROLLING STONE

....and the Complex Web that it weaves all around Us....
POST WAR.PART ONE
The Life And Death Of A Corporate Threat To The American Mid-Century Modern Military/Industrial Status Quo

This is a rare and deeply important momentary flash of the Deep True Truth that surrounds Us. That is that all the real Scientists know for certain, certain is that there is absolutely NO scientific evidence to explain for Life. ANY LIFE. From down past the single-cell amoeba, let alone up to ,Us. Here's a mainstream scientist of his Era and he's telling Us the actual Truth about our truly fantastic origins.

and the complex Web it weaves all around Us....
POST WAR.PART ONE
The Life And Death Of A Corporate Threat To The Mid-Century Modern Military Status Quo

"MICRODISNEY"
"HELLO, RASCALS"
1981

COLLABORATION BETWEEN LOCAL NEW ORLEANS PIANO LEGEND, JAMES BOOKER, AND JERRY GARCIA OF THE GRATEFUL DEAD IN 1976

GROOVY FUNKIN GOOD OLD GRATEFUL JAZZ AND NEW ORLEANS JUNKIE RAGAMATAZ

#whytheytakeMJfromus?

Garcia plays lead acoustic guitar for "Mountains Of The Moon" and then you can hear him hand it down and seamlessly pick up his new 1969 electrick Gibson SG with that Vox Crybaby wah-wah peddle. This was the Dead's entire performance at the "Dream Bowl" benefit on that Beautiful Day. The band were about to record the "Live/Dead" double/album anthem. You can hear it all over it's crushed psychedelic tailored coats and mystakenil top cats.
I mean well, I did.

P.S....there was a Bay band called "Country Weather" back then?

This short-lived Athens, GA bands 1988 Mini Album really caught my attention when Denny Walley brought it to my attention. Denny was the guitarist for Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart's best bands ever yet and he had introduced me to Don Van Vliet (loooong story remind me to tell you it sometime). Denny was living in the Athens area at the time these boys were gigging and had just recorded this record. I was doing A&R for Rough Trade US on a tight leash and the remotely controlled Tea Bags in charge of the decision making process simply didn't "get" the Weeds.
Well, I sure did. Listening to them made me sure pant. A whole lot.
Robin Hurley and Geoff Travisty were far too preoccupied with vanishing yet another $100,000 in a row on the third future failing album by Soiled American, quite possibly the worst band comprised of the worst group of people that I'd ever been forcibly made to not only listen to but to watch "preform" as well. So I just continually nagged the fuck outta them about The Weeds and another Southern Rock Group that I thought I could make famous, Rein Sanction (looong story, remind me to tell you tell you it sometime). Just as I had figured my incessant nag, nag, nagging got me sent out of their earshot and onto an all my expenses paid Junket south of the Mason-Dixon Line to see the Beggar Weeds play (and as a side bonus, I got to meet Denny too.) and then on deeper into the swampy Florida brackish backwaters to see Rein Sanction play but mainly to meet the Gentry Brothers Mother, Barbara Jean Gentry, in order to reassure her of my good intentions on her boys and the overall safe handling of her Son's. However, I digress. More on the Rein Sanction Saga when y'all ask me to show and t
ell you that part later.
Back to my first stop in Athens and the Beggar Weeds. The guys were all great people. Deeply modest about what they were up to and certain that they were doomed to fail. When it became appallingly apparent that RTUS wasn't going to go anywhere with the band, I offered to put out an all new single on my No.6 Records label but they broke up right after they said "Yes". As far as I know, none of the three of them ever wrote another song or carried on in another group. What a shame. So much talent.

The certified mathematical Russian genius, Anatoly Fomenko, and many others including Issac Newton have calculated our current history is nothing more than a sham of historical proportions.
This extensively researched documentary delves into the details of a series of deceptions that defy logic.
Dr Fomenko and his accredited team of forensic historians take us on a far reaching, exhaustively detailed, annotated and absolutely mind-blowing journey through our concocted past, an unquestioned "past" which was largely the work of cloistered monasteried monks cobbled together in the Middle Ages.
Complete and utter bullshit like....
Most of us believe the "ancient" classical Roman cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum were simultaneously obliterated over a thousand years ago, way back in 79AD, when in fact it was not until 1631 that these tragically famous cities were consumed by the explosive pyroclastic ash and lava flows of an erupting Mt. Vesuvius.
Did you know that Marco Polo, and any of the achievements attributed to his confabulated character, are total fiction? The Chinese were meticulous record keepers yet there is not one mention of this Westerners alleged presence or of his 17+ years of service he claims to have done in the employ of the Emperor as his roaming representative. Polo's "chronicles" also fail to mention things like uniqueness of the Chinese language, either in it's written or spoken form. A language so diametrically opposed to any of the classical European languages that this alone would surely deserve it's very own chapter in the "recountings" of his travels. He doesn't even mention the Great Wall!! Or gunpowder! This is just the explosive tip of the iceberg that Fomenko sinks his journey with.
So why would these elitist shits add on a thousand years of history figuring that the illiterate masses of their time would never catch up and catch on?
Religion, of course. Fukin organized religion.
AGAIN!
In their zeal to prove the literal truth of their Holy Fukin Bible fantasies they had to make the Jesus Timeline fit in with their 6000 year old creationist view of history. Their still at it today.
Do your brain a favor for once and stop sheeping it out for others to gladly fill it up with their utter batshit crazy nonsense.
Remember...
Question everything, believe nothing and stay curious.

Did you know that recently NASA had to finally admit publicly that they no longer have a single binary digit or paper backup printout of all the original information stored from every single Apollo Mission to the Moon? All of the Records and telemetry data from the pinnacle of thousands of years of Mankind incrementally inching towards our final, collective goal of standing on the surface of our Moon were casually and, in a uniquely thorough and brutally efficient fashion, willfully erased, shredded and "degaussed" in a Pogrom of obfuscation.

A short video I took of Mars early this morning with my new telescope

Did humans evolve from aquatic mammals like dolphins and whales or did we descend from monkeys and apes? We certainly have more things in common with the swimming former than we do with the lumbering latter.

This is the official Trailer for the 1975 Robert Altman flick called "Nashville". Lotta Guns, lotta Ha7g

some left-over Rick Rubin beats from the mid-1980's

CROSBY, STILLS, NASH & YOUNG PREFORM "DOWN BY THE RIVER" ON THE CANADIAN VARIETY SHOW ":MUSIC SCENE" IN 1970. THIS IS THE GROUPS FIRST TELEVISION APPEARANCE AIRED LIVE SHORTLY AFTER THE BAND HAD OFFICIALLY FORMED. BASS PLAYER , GREG REEVES, HAD JUST TURNED 16 YEARS OLD...DALLAS TAYLOR? ONE UNDERRATED DRUMMER[, THAT'S FOSHO....BUT ITS THE GUITAR SOLOS, MAN THE FUKIN FRESH, EXPLOSIVE GUITAR SOLOS!!!....OH AND DAVID CROSBY ACTUALLY STILL SEEMS LUCID AT THIS POINT

The self-proclaimed astronomy researcher and Canadian shut-in, Bruce Swartz has just posted this delusional diatribe on his "Bruce Sees All" YouTube Channel. His opening is "Funny events have been going on this evening. I have been receiving threats.And you now what? My research is only going to get better. So screw them all!"
and please allow me to tell you, my Viewers, that from there, it sprils down into a mad, paranoid suicidal vengeance vlog set against Bruce's equally unfathomable photographs and his misdirected videos that he's filtered and fudged into the realms of fictionalization. Stare at them as long as I can and I have NEVER yet been able to see the "geometric artificial constructions", the "enormous lakes, rivers and oceans" or the "fields of green, lush vegetation" he so unabashedly proclaims of his latest projections. Now please don't get me wrong, I've been looking up at the Heavens for over 40 years now. I do strongly believe that we are not the first civilization of intelligent beings to have occupied this Planet, beyond that well.'...anything is possible so I try and keep my mind as open as it wants to be. There are so many strange facts about our Moon that nobody needs to go around making shit up about it. Guys like Bruce Swartz cause confusion, a confusion which feeds an open incredulity among the general public. This only spreads further degradation on anyone or any organization that is truly researching the alternative views to our flawed, current standard models in History, Science, Art, Spirituality etc etc etc. Surely can not have NOT noticed Mr. Swartz' rapid descent into deeper and deeper delusions. I mean, just what DO you think of his desperate pleadings for John Lear's approval or even more disturbing, Swartz' meandering public displays of what is obviously increasingly clinical and pathological levels of acute paranoia? I can only image witnessing the arc of the upcoming documentary by a Pateron supporter about his "research" over the past year as it plummets into supercilious madness with overtones of larceny. His increasingly grandiose unilateral pronouncements of seeing "Constructed Objects", "Obvious Geometry" and "Fleets Of UFO's: fleeting in, out and onto voluminous, exposed and currently occupied compounds and spaceports that again, only he seems to be able to see. Nobody I know that is watching this Space Opera play out on a funky YouTube Channel sees ANY of it. His vivid, yet fleeting, descriptions of "Fields of lush greenery", "Lakes overflowing from the rivers of water flowing into them" and the "Abundant and fruitful forests" that populate his imagination and machinations. Look, personally I do believe that there is far more to our history, to our Planets history and to the history of our strange celestial companion, la Luna, than is currently considered standard cosmological thinking. But Bruce is either genuinely mentally ill OR, as many others suspect, he is a Fraud. A bunko artist who is gaining quite an non taxable cash take from his equally delusional supporters. Me? I've come to think that it's a bit of both....The sudden appearance of over $10,000.00+USD worth of brand spanking new astronomical tools,tubes, tripods and gear only is a distant glimpse of the cash that greases the 50lb tripods slimy worm gears
e'll probably take this clip down when he sobers up offa the pain pills and re-listens to it in a day or two. He's done that before. That's the main reason I downloaded this Dooozy.
Oh and course he's a failed musician as well, so his original compositions litter every one of his Posts, of course.

CATERPILLAR MOTHRA AND I BECOME ONE

Well, I went to the doctor
I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"
"Let me break it to you son
Your shit's fucked up."
I said, "My shit's fucked up?
Well, I don't see how."
He said, "The shit that used to work-
It won't work now."
I had a dream
Ah, shucks, oh, well
Now it's all fucked up
It's shot to hell
Yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up
It has to happen to the best of us
The rich folks suffer like the rest of us
It'll happen to you
That amazing grace
Sort of passed you by
You wake up every day
And you start to cry
Yeah, you want to die
But you just can't quit
Let me break it on down:
It's the fucked up shit