Claudine Longet-The Look of Love

Hard to believe that this pretty little waif was convicted of blowing away her Olympic skier boyfriend. I've always had a thing for girls with an edge, but Claudine might just have a bit too much. Despite her easy wielding of the fire arms, she recorded some truly saccharine pop that is some of the sweetest aural confectionery mine ears have heard. And nearly all of her records can be had for a dollar or so. That means your local goodwill is likely to have several copies of this. But since you're lazy and cheap you can just download it

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The Speakers-En el Maravilloso Mundo de Ingeson

Nude in the woods? Hell yes I’m for that. Nude anywhere for that matter, but romping around the foliage is always a good idea. And it’s just one of the many good ideas that these wacko Columbians crammed onto this disc. Beatlesy pop, fuzzed out bliss, daft noise experimentations abound. This really will make you want to remove those skivvies and hit the wilderness. I've seen alternate, less nude, covers that aren't nearly as fun. And who/what is Ingeson?

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Julie London-Time for Love

I’ve said before that I really hate compliations, but this one is just too good to keep on the shelf. I’ve got plenty of albums by Miss Julie, but the comp in this case is pretty handy. So save the hate mail. I get enough of that already. This is the type of shit I listen to late at night (I barely sleep as it is) and it really can make me feel less lonely. God, now I’m starting to think of records like girlfriends. How tragic.

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Spazztic Blurr

During my sick spell I found out that one of the things that definitely doesn’t aid in the recovery is hearing that a dear childhood mate has just died. Who’d a thought that? So this post is for Tom. I’ve never seen some one crack more skateboards or knock people out with a single punch that this guy. He was also the guy who got me high for the first time in the cemetery by Lisa Stahley’s house. I remember one time when he was goading us into doing something ridiculous and I asked “why would you do want to do that.” He replied, “why wouldn’t want to do that?” My life philosophy was forever changed. Knowing Tom, I’m sure he wouldn’t want some sad bastard weepiness posted in his honor so I won’t give in to that urge and instead post something stupid and fun. Just like how Tom would have wanted it. He would have fit right in with these guys.

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Alan Sondheim-Ritual All 7-70

Doctor my eyes, my lungs, my exoskeleton (I’m half bug)…God damn, I have been super fucking sick, hence the lack of posts of the past weeks. It’s really rare that I ever get even a cold, so I was super surprised that this fever/flu/cold/allergies combo really knocked me on my ass. But now that I’ve had a chance to recover I better make with the posts before people forget about this thing (suck fickle readers you are). I had the good luck of spending some time with this fella last week, so I figure I might as well post some of his early work. And this should appeal to many record goons as its on the NWW list and E.S.P-Disk. Alan’s a nice guy and spending a day with him is like sprinting through a museum. Glad to know this guy’s still hard at work.

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Cynthia Dall-Untitled

One great mystery to me is how Dall still remains unknown. She was on a hip label that the kids like. I think she had connections with other cool people that cool kids like. They may have even aided in the construction of this album. Yet she just seemed to disappear after two releases. What gives? So she vanishes and fucking Cat Power is free to throw her bullshit temper tantrums. That just shows that all these people who claim that they’re “really into music” don’t know shit. I ran into some cretin of this ilk recently. He was a former student of a friends and a reputed dullard. I let this dunce talk about how much he loves Radiohead and whatever bullshit our horrible college radio station is allowed to play that week. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and had to tell this kid off before I let my knife do the talking. He left and I thought he was about to cry. I guess that’s why people prefer Cat Power.

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Guisto Pio-Motore Immobile

There might be some of you out there who’ll download this and then complain that it’s boring and not much goes on. But there might be some of you who are like that asshole at my former university who decided to jerk off into the library’s copy of 120 Days of Sodom thus preventing further readings. But I think most will appreciate the fact that not much actually goes on. It’s weird how this works. It can easily be ignored or treated as background music but once you get interested it becomes incredibly demanding. I know that sounds like some bullshit that doesn’t work, but at least that’s always been my listening experience with this work. Side note, this guy was Battiato's violin instructor.

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