observations for this day in parker's history

the puker melody is sorta the melody in loch raven by animal collective.

evan parker in '73: ayler's technique and pharaoh's overtones and sound. coupled with reich's '64 tape loops frame. add in circular breathing and flicker tongue devices.

paraphrasing paul bley: the problem with structures is that you didn't create them. 

paraphrasing mr. bill dixon: the best free players are those who don't know how to play.

howlin' wolf's howl is one of the greatest vocal moments of all time for me. 

and don cherry's mofuggin' "brown rice."

just checkin up on my baby's baby

every weekend there's always clothes in the shower. 

its either sex or some kid pooping himself. 

on wien 12, either option is just as probable. 

on an unrelated note, i lost my L key this morning when a bunch of books fell on my computers. now i have to touch that rubber, squishy thing to make the letter go. 

i feel like im really working the interface.

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that was the battle for the L key. partially reattached. but at an odd angle. 

this program was brought to you by the letter...fuck you L.

i'm the ivy leaguer. you're just a letter in the alphabet.

what a beautiful, life-changing, life-affirming album!

i once saw a one legged man do a back-flip.

jim jarmusch was far-out tonight. 

and has lovely hair.

talked of boris, sunn o))), earth.

talked of collecting paint chips of shades of white from the hardware store and how it tripped him out.

you trip me out jim jarmusch.

i drew these there. on the left i chart the resemblance between a jellyfish and an imperial tracking droid on hoth from the empire strikes back. on the top right is darnel. on the bottom right is simon.

i drew these buddies during my class earlier in the day. this porcelain doll was talking about modernization in the south, but all i could think of was octopi. on the top is grimes. he has a rad head-band like jazz bassist henry grimes. on the bottom is oswald. 

if you haven't already guessed, darnel and oswald are cousins.

beautiful, beautiful man.

pizza & mingus

i see a lot of girls giving shout-outs to guys by writing on their chest.

thought i'd give a big b-day shout-out to my boy chuck mingus in a similar way. 

plus more creatures

jim dickinson's comments on his role as a producer: "the part of the recording process i go for is the space between the notes -- I tell the band that part's mine."

and now some friendlies: 

the octo-spectre

and octo-star (left) and jelly-ghost, funghost (right)

Schoenberg sez:

1. repetition

2. change (variety)

3. development 

4. contrast

no woman, no high

http://destination-out.com/

far out.

we've been had

pre-frosh holding hands, making love, sharing milkshakes.

"i want you to be my girlfriend when we come here" or.

non-monogamous aspects of the city. 

my hope is that churros will save the world!!!

making stuff

an artistic ethos. 

corrosion of conformity. on the no core tape. pure joy. 

beer. comforting.

thinking...so not creepy. 

theft of the mona lisa in 1911. totally awesome. 

seismic airgun. 

slowly exploding. bare it for all to see, bear. not rat; bear.

supernova sun death. 

i don't want to do that.

especially not now.

mega-wizard octo-ghost

you are my keeper bitch

happy 90th birthday merce cunningham.

super spiritual morning jams

wake up sleepy.

live blogging 11 hours on wkcr

started: 5 am

now: 6:28 am

cups of coffee: 3/4 cup

year in reverse chronology: 1995

general feelings: it's early. i'll process that after the fact. 

now: 7:14 am

cups of coffee: 1 1/4 cups

year in reverse chronology: 1990

general feelings: i just read a polar bear attacked some lady at the berlin zoo who hopped in the habitat. many questions. how did she manage to do that? is knut okay? do you think she wanted to pet knut?  do you think she mistook the big polar bear from knut? do you think the biter was knut's mama? why would she do this on easter? maybe knut is jesus? he's so cute. do you think knut would bite a woman? also, the woman looks pretty happy. do you think she's a masochist? poor knut. he shouldn't have to go through this. i hope his mama shielded his cuddly polar bear eyes. 

now: 8:39 am

cups of coffee: 2

year in reverse chronology: 1983

general feelings: need coffee. i wish a nymph would bring me special brew.

now: 9:09 am

cups of coffee: 2

year in reverse chronology: 1900, sike! (1980)

general feelings: swoon.

now: 10:29 am

cups of coffee: stuck at 2

year in reverse chronology: 1973

general feelings: this is a long slot. i try and feel like i'm riding an iron maiden riff or something, just chugging along. it kinda helps.

now: 11:09 am

cups of coffee: still 2

year in reverse chronology: 1972

general feelings: sustained with orangina, sorta. mostly feel a little like jello, a little like this:

now: 12:11 pm

cups of coffee: 2 and 1/4 of a medium red-eye

year in reverse chronology: 1968

general feelings: just did some jumping jacks. considering doing some push-ups. 

now: 12:44 pm

cups of coffee: 2 and 2/4 of that ol' red-eye

year in reverse chronology: ? ? ?

general feelings: feel like making twitter.

now: 1:44 pm

cups of coffee: almost 3

year in reverse chronology: 1964

general feelings: uh, oh. el varshkar is here.

now: 2:04 pm

cups of coffee: 3

year in reverse chronology: 1963

general feelings:

now: 2:57 pm

cups of coffee: steady at 3

year in chronology: 1961

general feelings: i feel like i'm a mega-wizard floating in a black hole. 

now: 4:54 pm

total cups of coffee: 3

chronology: done

general feelings: super foggy.

bust out those big tambourines. it's time to party.

ride the ellipsis...art party at my place until 2 am. bbq, face painting, silk screening, live performances, bar and more.

tabula rasa

my dear readers,

let me enrich you with rich nugget knowledge that i have gleaned from my recent explorations of the intellectual sort.

i'm talking about reading, silly.

neon meate dream of an octa-fish.

erasure phrase.

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i completed "the rites of spring" recently, and whoa! all i can say is that stravinsky jew hater really knew his stuff. complex reading, really had to twist my head around it, opening up my eyes to new horizons. it was like a blackbird singing on an georgian elm. 

i like my beer like i like my reading, complex and dark. i also like my coffee, women and poop like that too. its a wonder of human nature that we continually amuse and discover ourselves through this anatomy and dissection when we read. 

oh radiant joys of a sun plectrum sphere. my mind. i will never be the same after wordsworth's prelude. or james deans cameo in richard pryor's 1982 stand-up film. 

on other notes,

and so i met that girl at 212a. 

she has an eye patch and cane. and i think she likes me. i couldnt tell though. i dropped my pencil and stared deep into the furrows of her brow. likening each hair to a follicle of mindfiber that i could not smell to see if it was still fresh. and a flash. i was again in the hot sun. i want to be raped by a warm light. the radiant joys. the ecstatic woes. the whole she-bang. unfurling.

i told her, "have you ever tasted?" 

she said, "define taste."

"to smell and ripen"

"i have not then"

"come home" 

"i will not" 

"then..."

"okay"

and here we are. not. alone.

the redeemers

dear tenemosraul,

today i saw the cutest girl in butler 212a. 

i hope she drinks her coffee black.

love,

parker

 

me and the gal are gonna cozy up and listen to some bedtime tales. night tenemosraul.

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the ant bully plays standards (featuring the hit version of body and soul)

how to eat a marzipan easter lamb