TENDER AND TENDER

the vinyl is being purchased while the turntable has yet to be bought. and your story?

Miracle Legion's 1988 Glad (a side of the LP was recorded live in New York, with a one-song guest appearance by the entirety of Pere Ubu!) has the heartbreaker, "A Heart Disease Called Love."

tonighter: Cake Shop 9pm Arms, Speck Mountain. Arms is Todd Goldstein (The Sea & the Gulls, Harlem Shakes.)

fanboys

landscape is a metaphor


tonight the president speaks to the nation. my mind currently is on mickey rourke.

1. The Wrestler (2008) .... Randy 'The Ram' Robinson
2. Sin City (2005) .... Marv
   ... aka Frank Miller's Sin City (USA: complete title)
3. Buffalo '66 (1998) .... The Bookie
4. Love in Paris (1997) .... John Gray
   ... aka 9 1/2 Weeks II
   ... aka Another 9 1/2 Weeks (video title)
   ... aka Another Nine & a Half Weeks (USA)
5. Homeboy (1988) .... Johnny Walker
6. A Prayer for the Dying (1987) .... Martin Fallon
7. Barfly (1987) .... Henry Chinaski
8. Angel Heart (1987) .... Harry Angel
9. Nine 1/2 Weeks (1986) .... John
10. The Pope of Greenwich Village (1984) .... Charlie
11. Rumble Fish (1983) .... The Motorcycle Boy
12. Diner (1982) .... Robert 'Boogie' Sheftell

mickey rourke

a combination of harass and hustle, haggle and tussle, and haggle and wrestle.

sunday


Death By Audio Brooklyn, NY, 49 S 2nd St btwn Wythe & Kent | Williamsburg, Brooklyn
L to Bedford, JM to Marcy, G to Metropolitan.

this may be the coolest place to see a show without the usual hassle. there were no hassles before 1945, the year in which the noun hassle is first recorded in English.


"When I was five I used to go and sit with my next-door neighbour, Stan the pigeon guy, in his back garden ..."
mark e. smith

headphones:
1) wavves
2) u.s. girls: 03-11-2009 20:00 at Death by Audio w/ AIDS WOLF + Sightings

ariel pink, SERIOUSLY? with the vivian girls? Yes

Vito Hannibal Acconci

i love the middle name. it totally usurps the first and last. all middle names should act accordingly.

beautiful day today. springetease. o the blossoming and the smells of brooklyn. i ran over the williamsburg bridge: east river, boats, car exhaust, spandex (not me, i swear), and Roxy Music's Stranded.

A line by Brandon Brown for you: "my cave full of imposture"

this is also for you: Brooklyn Record Riot. Sunday. Feb 15th. 10am. 3-20 bucks. warsaw. 261 driggs. 35 dealers. vinyl and 45s. Polish beer. kielbasa and pierogi. get in touch with your inner horosky.

go feel starkly universal.

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William Gruber created what became known as the View-Master in 1938.

isnt it about goddamn time you support an independent? try lily brown or claire donato or goddamn! try Anne Heide, Melissa Culbertson, Kristi Maxwell, Julia Cohen, Julia Drescher, Melissa Severin, Kristy Odelius, Jen Tynes and other fine writers

goddman, maybe you should look at greg behm's poem @ otoliths

yes, i missed ann boyer's reading. but all the cool folks were in attendance. ann is a recent discovery (the trains arrive late in my part of town) and i'm determined to get my hands on everything she has written............will write..........

forget beirut, it's sold out. may i suggest: mercury lounge. 8:30pm The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, CaUSE co-MOTION!, The Depreciation Guild, ZAZA. 10 bucks.

earlier today, bowery poetry club: 4pm. Kenneth Goldsmith and Edwin Torres. i may make this one.

today: 38°F. Mostly Cloudy. today: say hello, it's finely here

BUck downs is the proVERBial shit. check him out & others (especially stephanie balzer) out: Cannibal: Issue Four:

Featuring poetry from Stephanie Balzer, Zach Barocas, Laura Carter, Dot Devota, Christopher DeWeese, Claire Donato, Buck Downs, Christopher Eaton, Bonnie Emerick, Jeff Encke, Clayton Eshleman, Lucas Farrell, Drew Gardner, Garth Graeper, Meg Hurtado, Ethan Hon, Kevin Holden, Bethany Ides, Shannon Jonas, Pierre Joris, Friederich Kerksieck, Michael Koshkin, Mark Lamoureux, Hank Lazer, François Luong, Amanda Nadelberg, Linnea Ogden, Akilah Oliver, Cate Peebles, Lanny Quarles, Elizabeth Robinson, Morgan Lucas Schuldt, Brandon Shimoda, Stephen Sturgeon, Janaka Stucky, Amish Trivedi, & Allyssa Wolf

140 pages, hand-sewn in signatures, screen printed cover
$15

no awp, just the Tucson, Santa Catalina, Rincon, Santa Rita, and Tortolita mountain ranges.

my ipod broke, true loneliness.

STAR-SPANGLED UNDERPANTS

ok, gary sullivan presents irony and cynicism obsolete?

less wind equals less cold. hot water heater is being fixed, but no hot water. i never made the hot water connection to almost everything.

and then i thought of

whooooooooooooooo who who

still anxious, waiting on the stimulus. 13000 nyc teachers might be minus employment. this means the un-tenured, the "new" kind of teacher. and other kinds as well.

a panacea? maybe. i purchased of montreal tix for their upcoming show at music hall.

contemporanity

ariel pink and the vivian girls!!!!! a tour!!!!!

for you, because i am concerned. you don't sound soo good. the gift is a poem by mr shinoda and ms browning:


The Blowing Versa (II Fucking Space)


India stepped out

The parking lot was long and cold

She pulled a shotgun from her purse

Listeria in the lights

Your name flashing
I take out the trash. Encephalic
men flipping meat, clowns
on the weenie wheel


You are damn

Enormous and I

am small. Inside your inhalant arias

conjoin, then separate. This the pattern

Browning, the casino
wolves buckled into the ship, shedding into the wind

Deep echoes, splinters
I sleep in the rain, over the covers


In me, warm goo
Final likenesses mopped. Children in case

Monkeys, urchins, elephantastic


Tell my story backwards, legging
the edges when middles
Midwives elevating the chimney. Saturn is fucking


I have not seen since Hawaii


Infinity of circles
stacked atop varnished wood. A soldier’s wonder
and coincidence


I sink seawater into a pitcher of Bud Light
Hegemony, the way I pronounce it
makes money. Big building


Dropped by aliens
Lanes I will see you

brrrrrrrrrrrrr, its chilly again.

Eric Lee Purkhiser

Lux Interior, lead singer of influential garage-punk act the Cramps, died Wednesday morning (February 4) due to an existing heart condition, according to a statement from the band's publicist. He was 62.

mybloodyunderground

though some (maybe many) indie rock scribes have disparaged and trashed the recent offering from brian jonestown massacre as warbling pointless stumble unending drone sonic quicksand submerged malaise and inconsistency, I find, in these times of just bottomless bad news, an album that is a refuge and a solace.

anton alfred

"You fucking broke my sitar, motherfucker!"