Free improvisation and Chadbourne are most definitely a manifestation of Holloway’s other-doing. A crack in the fabric of market capitalism. Outside of the spectacle and beyond its tentacles. No commodities or profundity chasing here. This is primal use value all up in ya face. And he’s an old fart as well, who’s been doing it for years. Eyebrows and recalcitrant stiff middle fingers all over the place. A fuck you to the man. Who says you have to grow up! Revolutionary potential? Who knows, go ask Taylor Swift!
Below a review by the Psychedelic Bolsheviks of Eugene Chadbourne’s concert at Cafe Otto in London. The link for those interested
Read more… “OTHER-DOING, REVOLUTIONARY CRACKS AND CRACK POTS.”
What can ya do? Still gotta have some craft or skill I suppose. Proven exceptionalism over ordinariness? Specialness over unspecialness? I love this tune!
Kym Farbach – voice and flute
Mark Grunden – drums
Konk Zooben – saxophone
Lead Suit Wilson – guitar
Seriously, how long does one have to put up with liberal Nobel Laureates and other half funking arsed liberal economic commentators rabbiting on with their holier than thou OVER FUNKING EDUCATED bullshit as if they REALLY funking care. Funking debt restructuring and giving countries a fresh start because that’s how capitalism can work?!? YEAH, AND THEN YOU CAN KEEP YOUR FUNKING HUGE SALARIES as you rock back and forth guiltlessly in your serious leather funking business shoes with your hands in the pockets of your seriously look-how-successful-I-am suit funking pants.
FUNK YOU AND FUNK OFF ! JUST CANCEL FUNKING CAPITALISM BECAUSE THERE’S NOT A FUNKING SKERRICK OF MORALITY IN IT. IT’S JUST ONE GREAT BIG FUNKING PHYSICAL AND MENTAL PRISON YOU FUNKING NOBLE LIBERAL LAUREATE MOTHERFUNKERS.
Always wanted to do this but with…
the- – belongs-in-music!
MUSIC IS THE BEST
BlaH bLaH blAh BlaBlaBlah
BLAH deBlah DeBlaHdeblaahh
Everything does seem to fail, doesn’t it. Things pop up then disappear. Some look promising but kind of go nowhere. Nowhere seems to be the destination of so many things. One could try to list them all but why bother. Where’s that gonna get us? Probably nowhere.
Occupy this, start that, infiltrate those, radicalise them, confront that discourse, write about this, think through that, debate them, discuss this. This idea, that idea. Yep, on and on and on and on. Nowhere bound.
Read more… “JUST ANOTHER RUPTURE AMID PARENTHESES (NOWHERE)”
The Black Flag
Read more… “THE BLACK FLAG”
By Peter Lach-Newinsky
[The annual Anzac Day ritual coming up soon here in Australia, so a poem in memoriam of two child victims of Australian soldiers in Afghanistan. Howard, Rudd and Gillard were the three Australian Prime Ministers in office during the Afghanistan intervention. ANZUS stands for the Australian/New Zealand/US alliance or treaty. Photo from AFP relating to other victims and a father’s grief.]
Read more… “BECAUSE”
[A poem of Peter Lach-Newinsky’s from an unpublished suite of poems on great philosophers called I Love Sophie.]
Marx, As Usual
Read more… “MARX, AS USUAL”
Should I move all the bullshit below to the trash or does it belong fairly in that depressing repository (or is that suppository?) called the blogosphere?
My insane friend?
The blogosphere could so easily just lead one into a black hole of total fucking bullshit!
Spend your life in there trying to find a fucking flashlight. And when you do I bet ya it hasn’t got any fucking batteries!
“The revolution for the good society is not just about bread and survival, but also about roses and life, about putting back the poetry into the daily life of all. A liberated society is also one that will find much space and time for cultural celebration and carnival, for honouring the inevitable surprises, risks, ironies, ambivalences and contingencies of the Trickster in all human life and institutions.” (Peter Lach Newinsky, the bard of Bundanoon and IOPS)