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Rob Says, "Music, Sex, What's The Difference?" Print E-mail
Saturday, 02 December 2006
I am just posting this before I head out. I will be fleshing out, so to speak, this post later. This site is supposed to be about music, art, literature ... but I know what you really want to read about. 

Sexual Consent the video.

I don't know who Dr. Ava Cadell is, but I first thought her downloadable Sexual Consent form was a joke. But then I read this:  Sexual Consent Form - Dr. Ava Cadell

All I can say is: Bring Back The Seventies.

Here is another article reaffirming my belief that biology trumps all. I touched much of this in my Salon.com article, The Gentlemanly Art of Spanking, some years back, but it is nice to hear from a woman, in a woman's voice.

How Feminism Ruined My Sex Life

An excerpt:

You know that stuff you’ve been reading in the girly magazines that tell you that women like to be romanced with candlelit dinners before you gently (gently!) make love to them by first giving them hours of oral pleasure and then softly (oh so softly!) penetrating them while staring lovingly into their eyes…always making absolutely sure that they reach orgasm first?

Well, it’s all bunk.

Do you want to know what we really talked about when discussing the best sex we ever had? We talked about our scraped knees and the bruises on our backs where we were bitten in the throes of passion. No one even mentioned that time you filled the bathtub full of rose petals and blah, blah, blah. It was that time in the back seat of an old chevy with our faces crudely pressed up against the window that got us hot. 

 
Christianity and Science Fiction of Cordwainer Smith by James Jordan Print E-mail
Monday, 15 January 2007

Discovering the writings of Corwainer Smith in the early 1970's was a life-changing revelation. At that time, neither his one novel, Norstrilia, nor any comprehensive compilation of his incredible short stories were in print. For years, I would scour used bookstores in search of his stories, finding one of his stories in this or that compilation, in print, not in print, whatever. Needless to say, his writing had a profound effect on me and I have striven to create worlds, in music and art and words, as strange, as haunting, and, I hope, as full of love as his works, amidst the weirdness. Not that I come close in that regard: but one must aim high. Smith's stories do not grow old. Interestingly, although he was almost unknown 25 years ago, he is regularly deemed the most influential science fiction writer of all time now. I recommend his books, Norstrilia and The Rediscovery of Man without hesitation.

Illustration: The Bulbous Worlds from my novel Flapping. 

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From 1950 to 1966, stories appeared in mainstream science fiction magazines by an author named "Cordwainer Smith". From the first to the last, these stories were acclaimed as among the most inventive and striking ever written, and that in a field specializing in the inventive and the striking. Their author was a very private man who did not want his real name to be known because he did not want to be pursued by SF fans. It was only after his death in 1966 that more than a handful of people knew that "Cordwainer Smith" was in real life Paul M. L. Linebarger.

by James B. Jordan Copyright © 1991 Originally published in Contra Mundum No. 2 Winter 1992
Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger

Paul Linebarger was born in 1913, the grandson of a clergyman. His father, an eccentric man, had served as a Federal District Judge in the Philippines, but had left this post to work full time for the cause of the Chinese republican reformer Sun Yat Sen, who became Paul's godfather. Paul Linebarger grew up in the retinue of Sun Yat Sen, for his father stayed with Sen during his exile in Japan and throughout his career in China. 

 
Kathy I'm Lost I Said, Though I Knew She Was Sleeping Print E-mail
Friday, 16 March 2007

David Bowie sings Simon and Garfunkel's "America." "Changes" at rehearsal in 1976.

 

 
The Big Apple Topless Print E-mail
Friday, 06 April 2007

I forget how I found photographer Jordan Matter's site, "Uncovered: Busting Out in the Big Apple," but who cares, now that I think about it!? We just like pictures of naked girls ... uh ... I mean ... women.

One finds, much to one's delight, all shapes, sizes, and ages of women cavorting topless in various locales around the city.

Funny, sweet, and beautiful. All of them.

 

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"I had a meeting with a casting director from LA. Without a glance at my headshot or resume, and not even a decent introduction, this stranger looks at me, all 5 feet and two inches, 125 pounds ofme and says,'You need to lose twenty or gain thirty because where you are right now, I can't do a thing with you.' A bit thrown, but not wanting to be rude, I asked,'Can you elaborate on that?' To which she replied,'Your face says ingenue, but it wouldn't quite work, and I can't put you as fat best friend because you are not exactly fat.'" --Katy, On Broadway
Jordan Matter on his work: "This is a collection of photographs featuring bare-breasted women in public around New York City, often presented with interviews exploring the issues of body image and sexuality in America today. The informal and humorous nature of these images celebrates women without sexualizing or objectifying them, while creating the illusion of a tolerant world in which shirtless women go casually about their lives."

"The magazine racks are filled withwomen basically naked. When I get dressed to go out, I wear things that are basically showing my boobs anyway. It's not trashy. Everybody does it." -Julia, on the subway.
 
time to sing...

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
 
Frank Sinatra, New York, New York 
 
Thank you girls! 
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The Baseball Cap/Premature Ejaculation Connection Print E-mail
Sunday, 26 November 2006

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This poor girl is in for a big surprise ... or, looking at her body language, maybe she got the surprise last night.

 

 

Many years ago, I was the member of a club that met on Tuesday evenings. Mutual friends introduced me to an attractive, tall blonde woman, whom I shall call T. I was immediately smitten.

It turned out that T was the coffee and snack person for the weekly gathering, but didn't have a car. Naturally, I offered to pick her up and drive her and the goodies to and from the meeting.

Over the next few weeks, we got better acquainted and my hopes for a more intimate relationship were bouyed by our conversations about music, the seventies, her claims that she was a total pervert ... you know, the usual.


 
Disposable Pop From the (song)Device Print E-mail
Saturday, 20 January 2007
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The (song)Device

 

 

SunPopBlue salutes the visionary behind the (song)Device, embodying, as it does, our bizarro world Zeitgeist: the hyper-capitalist fundamental, planned-obsolescence, the Microsoft approach to digital rights management, and the eBay path to easy money via selling cheapo gizmos from China. "Bid with utter confidence" rather sums it up, doesn't it?

In the Artist's own words: 

Disposable Pop Songs

"After carefully studying the works of Alex Chilton, Chris Bell, Stephin Merrit and others (in case the business of writing pop songs is outsourced). The Artist has carefully and finely handcrafted this song.

The wooden frame encloses a chip, on turning a knob it dispenses an original pop song. Enclosed along with the song are (in no particular order): bills (paid and unpaid), flowers from sidewalks, post-its, sketches, blue prints for big plans, etc. These may or may not have anything to do with the song being played.

After about four plays the song degenerates into noise, thus rendering the (song)Device useless.  

You can then use the (song)Device, as either:

  1. (song)Device for churning out Stockhausen like symphonies or
  2. Dispose the (song)device, thus symbolically rejecting materialism and therefore turning into some kind of Neo-Buddhist.
The (song)Device,thus functions as some kind of swiss army knife of cool, the one stone that kills many birds...etc. wholesome and educational entertainment for the whole family-the perfect gift for Christmas.
Bid with utter confidence.
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On Matisse by Jon Carroll Print E-mail
Monday, 26 February 2007

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La Danse, by Henri Matisse

My old friend, Jon Carroll, of the San Francisco Chronicle wrote the following column a while back. I was just going to quote it, but it is such a good read (and so hard to find) I think I'll just steal the whole thing.

Chronicle Books published a collection of Jon's columns a few years back, Near-Life Experiences. I will tell you this: his column "How To Drive In Indonesia" is worth the price of the book alone. I have read it so many times over the years, laughing out loud starting about the third paragraph and on through the rest of the piece.

In the eighties, I used to see Jon at the M&M Tavern, at the bar, stack of magazines and papers, a drink, a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray arrayed around him, deep in concentration, reading, working. He hates me to say things like this, but he was a true hero of mine in my youth, along with David Bowie, Keith Richards, Iggy Pop, columnist Herb Caen, and, of course, Kojak.

Herewith Jon's Matisse column: 

If you're going to read only one thousand-page book about a French artist this year, make it "The Unknown Matisse," by Hilary Spurling, in two volumes, winner of many awards, filled with big fun, poverty, struggle, scandal and lots of paintings. Cast of hundreds, many of them famous. Can't miss.

I do want to direct your attention to the color plates in the first volume, particularly plate No. 6. The caption reads: "The Dinner Table,' 1896-97. (100 x 131 cm.) The first in a long line of Matisse's works to outrage the public at the annual Paris salons; the other three remained too disturbing to show to anyone except friends in private."

Oh my; it's those naughty French artists again, free and zany in Montmartre, painting things to shock the bourgeoise. And what could it be? It is a woman arranging flowers at a dinner table. The woman is fully clothed. The food on the table is mostly fruit, including pears and lemons. The painting is, if not precisely representational, entirely uncryptic -- a plate looks like a plate, a chair looks like a chair, a wine decanter looks like a wine decanter. There are no disemboweled rabbits, watches floating in space, great smeary bits of color, glued-on bits of hair and fingernails -- nothing like that.


 
Wierd Album Covers Print E-mail
Saturday, 21 July 2007

LP Cover Lover: The world's greatest album covers

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Being a blogging blogger means more than just putting up old album convers with naked women on them, but right now it seems like enough. I spent the entire weekend finishing the final piece, The Forever Spring, for my upcoming cd of electronic orchestral works, Sun Transform System. I am too tired transcribe the poetry these masterpieces elicit. Maybe tomorrow. 
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On Sexual Attraction Print E-mail
Sunday, 26 November 2006

womanratingv2 Intellectual Whores Homepage

Home of the Ladder Theory in male/female relationships.


I can't remember how I found this site - so often the case, isn't it? But I periodically return for a laugh. This guy has given the nature of attraction a lot of thought. And I must say that his theories and analyses of the the ongoing situation are consistent with my own extensive experience and observations over the years. 

I have been both asshole and nice guy in years past. Nice guy (listens to her problems, is sympathetic, polite, etc.) almost without fail gets relegated to friend status. Asshole (showing up drunk once or twice a month and rapping loudly on her window after the bars close) gets welcomed into her warm bed.

attractionLadies: You can protest all you want, but the facts are the facts.

I love his bit about what women say they care about but really don't: intelligence, sense of humor, honesty, sensitivity etc. ... I know ... that stuff counts ... later. 

Not saying I agree with everything he says all the time, but the Intellectual Whores Homepage, but much of what he says rings true.

Salient excerpts from the site after the jump on the "Cuddle Bitch"— a place no man wants to go, and also on Beethoven's Fur Elise, a brilliant analysis of how Louie von B probably used the same piece of music to seduce countless countesses. 

(Note to self: would this be disingenuous thing to do? Must ponder when time affords.) 

 

 
Knox Sings Coming Back To Me Print E-mail
Wednesday, 14 February 2007

Happy Valentines Day

 
Bono & U2: Abho(RED) By So Many Thoughtful People Print E-mail
Tuesday, 31 July 2007
 
Let's get a couple things out of the way. The members of U2 are quite talented. Talented marketers, businessmen, team members. The also posess a fair amount of musical talent. They know how to hire the best, produce shimmering collections of songs, and market them as the last true band, the last band that matters.
 
The fact is that their sound is largely the creation of Brian Eno and Daniel Lanois. Their greatest songs are mostly Eno songs, Daniel Lanois songs. No matter. Poetic pop constructs ... perfectly mixed mastered and printed ... puffery pings the Zeitgeist ... but that's not enough for Bono.
 
Poor Bono wants a Nobel, or a Pulitzer. He won't say it out loud. But this hustler recognizes that world-class hustler's game, and if I didn't find him such an ass, I would tip my hat.
 
He and Oprah have come up with Project(RED), whereby consumers consume and a portion of the profits (not the gross) are donated to African AIDS charities. Approximately $100 Million has been spent by huge corporations for advertising, plastering Bono's face all over the world, at their expense. As the British say,"Brilliant!"
 
marie_international_wig So far they've raised perhaps $25 million for charity from sales generated by that $100 Million marketing campaign. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
 
Okay, after the jump. The story that demonstrates to me that U2 are the most self-important ... uh ... dickwads on earth, and, as such, sit at the same table with Sting and his god-awful horse-faced wife. 
 
But before you go, please note this picture of  Bono with Dr. Gupta, the man the Bush administration has sent out to trash Michael Moore and his movie Sicko. Bono cavorts with Bush. What else do you need to know?
 
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Bee Symphony Print E-mail
Tuesday, 12 September 2006

From the photo-documentary, "Year in the Life of a Winery."

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Amazing photography by Stephanie Grant.
 

 

 
Do Not Ask Me - I Do Not Know Print E-mail
Sunday, 19 November 2006
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A retro kanga look this season.
 
The Ten Things You Don't Know About Britney Spears' Vagina Print E-mail
Friday, 08 December 2006

3disgraceslo "Britney, Lindsay and Paris: The Three Disgraces" by 14.

14, as she is known, is the creative force of one of my favorite sites, Gallery of the Absurd. Simply amazing, hilarious ... a treasure on the internets.

14 writes:

"La Primavera is one of Sandro Botticelli's best known paintings. The angelic figures shown in this ethereal work of art all represent mythological characters. While viewing this painting at the Uffizi, my eyes were drawn to the fluid movement and delicate beauty of the Three Graces. According to Greek mythology, the Three Graces represent beauty, charm and joy. Contemporary mythological characters such as Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton are the antithesis of grace. This makes them the Three Disgraces. They represent sleaze, trash, and desperate cry for attention. What makes these women think we want to see high resolution photos of their bald, flabby, and in Britney's case, Kevin Federline-infected genitalia?"

now what you've all been waiting for: 

The Ten Things You Don't Know About Britney Spears' Vagina:  

 
Boney M Still As Big As Curried Frog In India Print E-mail
Thursday, 18 January 2007

I have a bunch of pieces in the works. Final installment of the Coming of the Great Darkness series. Modular synth stuff. More on Flapping limited release with the "lost" songs of the original Flight of the Atom Bee cd, including a new music video ... all kinds of stuff. The Ultimate Disposable Pop Music For Sale On eBay. A piece on Jorma Kaukonen's solo acoustic guitar piece on the Jefferson Airplane's album Surrealistic Pillow embodied, in two-and-a-half minutes, with no lyrics, all the optimism and hope of the West Coast for the future of America, before drugs, war, riots, and, as always, the assassins, took their toll on our dreams.

But nothing ready to post tonight. So, to keep the home fires burning ... here is a video I uncovered ... it seems like people, regular people, everyday people, not tongue-in-cheek people, not ironic people, in India pay to sit in a tiny theater and watch the Boney M  Lip-Sync Revue.

This is not a drag revue, nor is it a joke.

This is serious family entertainment. You can tell because the choir members lipsyncing the humming parts with their lips closed are really concentrating hard.

This is the kind of video in which one can immerse oneself, gleefully absorbing the subtle touches that emerge on repeated viewings. The girl doing the Swim. The guy lip-syncing "She was crazy like a fool. {But what about Daddy Cool?}" All of it.

It's happy time!  Cool

 
Cat + Synthesizer Print E-mail
Friday, 02 February 2007

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Be sure to watch the movie Sleep, starring Freddie in an homage to Andy Warhol. The video features the song Serenity Applicator from the Flight of the Atom Bee cd ... chock full of Serge bulbous and flapping bleeps, squiggles, and the carefully chosen and artfully placed intermittent Funky Worm, as declared essential by George Clinton.

 
Gentle Guidance For The Fair Sex Print E-mail
Sunday, 14 January 2007
"Each night I sit at home
Hoping that he will phone
But I know Bobby has someone else
(You're not a kid anymore)

Still in my heart I pray
There soon will come the day
When I will have him all to myself...

I want to be Bobby's girl
I want to be Bobby's girl
That's the most important thing to me..."

              Marcie Blaine, Bobby's Girl, 1962


 

 
New Art Prints - A thousand colors made from tears Print E-mail
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Am taking a break from music and The Most Beautiful Day In The History Of The World ... concentrating on a series of prints. The series is entitled "a thousand colors made from tears" and will be available on line as individual pieces in different sizes, as well as on different papers and canvas, and will also be available as a whole set, limited run boxed se, giclee print on archival paper, signed and numbered. Info to follow. I have to finish the series. Not sure how long it will take.twobelts_lips lipsrosesglove_roses1
 
Happy Easter Print E-mail
Sunday, 08 April 2007
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