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Wednesday, Mar. 31, 10
Where's a Good Dictator When You Need Her/Him?

James Lovelock at The Guardian on Climate Change. "Humans are too stupid...."
So we got health care, maybe (some in other countries would argue that we shouldn't even call it "health care reform" cause it's simply a mandate to buy into preexisting corporate care; and watch what Justice Roberts and the 11 Red and Rowdy Republican Governors try and pull out their cowboy hats last minute. Don't believe they can't fuck it up? Remember Florida in 2000...?)
OK that's done...but not sure what to think of this: Climate change so severe that dictatorial fascism or communism is our only hope? I swear our Congress needs an overhaul. Get to a parliamentary system. We need quicker changes now when essential. And drunken loud mouthed politicians, like in Britain, they are more effective drunk (I think of the debating power of Christopher Hitchens, not a politician, but educated the same) than we are - sober OR drunk. We're just drunk on handouts, greased wheels, lobbyist milk and mana. We delay policy while Wall Street makes its money, saying shhh...Paulson to Pelosi...shhhh... hold on while we short or balloon ad infinitum, while the gab goes on. I dunno. I just want coverage sans preexisting conditions. Give ME that and you can let the markets take back over... I guess.
This is just a thought, a blog, don't take it seriously.
-CM
Tuesday, Mar. 30, 10
More Kevin Killian to read

In case you aren't overwhelmed by his incredible output already, from the tip of the Amazon iceberg on down to the heft of his plays, poetry and fiction, oft Fanzine writer Kevin Killian is now also blogging for The Berkeley Art Museum/Pacific Film Archive. Check it.
Tuesday, Mar. 23, 10
Update on HTMLGIANTness - Blake Butler on Joyland
So in case you don’t know, I recently began editing the Southerly portion of Emily Schultz' and Brian J. Davis' short fiction site Joyland in addition still to much of Fanzine (big thanks to Benjamin Bush the last few months for procuring a lot of our new content. Having a new baby, it's a bit hard to juggle a lot of reading and writing. But we did get our son insured, just prior to the historic bill being passed. And it's a joy - i.e., all good people who want to, yes have children. Gotta outschool the idiot Tea Baggers lambasting the Hill. Then again, as the generational dialectic goes - am thinking Hegelian again - he'll likely be a Republican accountant and I'll still love the heck out of him sans judgement. Ha...)
Butler argued once in Vice magazine that one of the tips to being a great writer is to never have kids. I can see that, but then again Raymond Carver once said he had no idea what he was doing writing wise till he had his first child. I'm betting on the latter.... Still, here nor there, Butler is one to listen to, to savor, and appreciate - a youngish (but who am I to say that? he's described as something between an 8 and 80 year old I think, somewhere, and that's a fucking compliment, duh) gem beyond the mire of a zillion MFAs yearning to breathe... (free and in print). From what I've seen, read, he's outside of all that, artistically. Free from the circumnavigation of politics... yet still besting politics with wisdom and voice and timelessness. Check his books out currently, Scorch Atlas and Ever, read the posts on HMLGIANT he writes and edits, and this excerpt from a novel on Joyland South. Thanks, CM.
That Song - Chilton Pt 2

Admittedly I'm a little old for That 70's Show, or else it existed in the decade I had no TV (ah salad days) - so sorry Mr. Punked... Ashton (I can't spell your last name on memory). I'll never land a cougar. Anymore... am "satisfied" now, as The Replacements belted so perfectly on Let It Be (actually it was "Unsatisfied" for them). Anyway, I learned of Big Star late, maybe even heard Chris Bell's solo album I Am The Cosmos first thanks to my friend Ben Arnold. But this week there's a song I cannot get outta my head, Paul Westerberg's (The Replacements') "Alex Chilton," a eulogy penned 20 years or so prior to actuality. Am one of those who skateboarded to it before the Big Star (re)discovery. It goes:
"If he was from Venus, would he feed us with a spoon?
If he was from Mars, wouldn't that be cool?
Standing right on campus, would he stamp us in a file?
Hangin' down in Memphis all the while.
(chorus:)
Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round
They sing "I'm in love. What's that song?
I'm in love with that song."
Cerebral rape and pillage in a village of his choice.
Invisible man who can sing in a visible voice.
Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face.
Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place.
(chorus)
I never travel far, without a little Big Star
Runnin' 'round the house, Mickey Mouse and the Tarot cards.
Falling asleep with a flop pop video on.
If he was from Venus, would he meet us on the moon?
If he died in Memphis, then that'd be cool, babe."
Close but no cigar. It was New Orleans, Paul, not Memphis... that was Jeff Buckley, a fact which also sucked too soon...
-CM
Friday, Mar. 19, 10
Poker and Beckett and other HTMLGIANTness this week
I had written a long blog here and then it got deleted. So gotta rush this one.
OK read the piece on Poker and Beckett and so on from Blake Butler at HTML Giant. As Amy McDaniel said, he "upped the ante" for posts with it. It's an essay to be savored. Then read all the other thoughtful, stimulating pieces that have gone up this week on the site. Roxane Gay's, Matthew Simmons' and so on (Justin Taylor - cool video btw).
And thanks to Amy McDaniel for hosting a great poetry event reading with Alexis Orgera, Adam Robinson, James Yeh, Joseph Young (Alex and James, I still need to get their books), a double dose that was.
McDaniel is reading tonight at, well here's a few Atlanta readings coming up, feeling happy to be back home...
Thursday, Mar. 18, 10
RIP - Alex Chilton
Man... that was way too soon. Anyway, here's one of my favorite songs by Big Star, performed just a few months ago live in Brooklyn. -CM
Monday, Mar. 15, 10
Ok it's old Star Trek and I stole it from Reddit, but damnit, it's funny
Who is that guy... singing?
Dennis Cooper, Mark Gluth and James Greer... West Coast Styling

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Let's raise one in a salty salute. I know at least one of this motley trio - Dennis Cooper - is in hog heaven for a set of West Coast readings, starting tonight at Book Soup in West Hollywood and heading up to San Francisco for a date at City Lights the following night. HH 'cause he's such a big proponent of the newest and best, and he's on tour with two relative yearling heavyweights on the lit scene. First of all James Greer (Jim Greer of Guided By Voices and rock journalism fame, Spin et al) is with him (and well, why do you think one of Cooper's best albumbly titled books goes by Guide), and second Mark Gluth has penned one of the best books of the year with The Later Works of Margaret Kroftis. Gluth's getting to be a hefty music writer himself. Some suggested, by the Book Soup blood red, almost Warlohesque pic, that they should be a band. I think this could be possible. Regardless, read the jpegs there for the info and come out and see. You'll get music one way or another. Horror Hotel at least. -CM
Friday, Mar. 12, 10
Come See Bruce Covey at Whitespace Tonight

Seen a few of these Ready Set Readings so far and I am never less than super impressed. Good job Ann Stephenson for curating. And cheers Susan Bridges for providing the perfect place to host. So if in Atlanta, come out tonight at 8 pm at 812 Edgewood in lovely Inman Park for poet Bruce Covey, a lecturer in poetry at Emory and author of Elapsing Speedway Organism, mmm sounds like a GBV song (speaking of which there's a Jim Greer mention coming up next post.), and I hope Covey has his new book on hand, Glass is Really Liquid. Cool. -CM
BTW - per last post... Poor Corey, that was mean Mike. Oh whatever. I'm gonna get extra douchey to make up for our meanness on that one. I need colored mousse or something though. I once got sent home from school for red colored mouse (it was a little extreme for a uniformed school, cause I looked INSTANTLY OF COURSE like Johnny Rotten). But nevermind my bollocks, come see Bruce Covey.
Thursday, Mar. 11, 10
Corey "The Haimster" Haim is Dead

By now you've probably heard. Corey "The Haimster" Haim is dead. He was 38 and had lost something like 150 pounds over the last few years. He was pretty much a career screw-up right until the end, which is somehow cosmically fitting considering how cocky he was early in his career when he was considered a "teen idol." I can't say I ever really liked anything that guy did except for "License to Drive." Even in "Lost Boys" I thought he was pretty bad. And he was never in "The Goonies," like his counterpart in a bunch of terrible movies, Corey Feldman. Feldman, unlike Haim, also put out this ridiculous Christmas record that was basically a 40-minute guitar solo with Feldman mumbling out Christmas song lyrics while on what seems to be opium.
The main reason I don't like Corey Haim is this video my friend Sarah gave me for my birthday one year. It was this promo-documentary on Corey Haim that was probably produced by his agent to help him pick up pre-teen girls (his agent... or Haim. Maybe both.). I still have it somewhere. It's on VHS. Of course, it was a joke present but I watched it anyway. I couldn't believe what a cocky bastard he was in that video; granted I was probably watching it more than 10 years after it was made so I had the benefit of retroactive cynicism that maybe I wouldn't have had when I was nine or whatever. Everyone just kissed his ass in the video, and all his friends called him "Haimster" or "The Haimster," which I found particularly annoying. Even his damn hockey jersey had "The Haimster" stitched across the back. And all his friends passed him the puck. Part of me still wishes I was on the other team so I could hit him with one of those blindside hits that are knocking out NHL players so often this season.
I just found the video. It's called "Corey Haim: Me, Myself and I." What a prick, man. The only thing that saved his career or what was left of it was Corey Feldman, who was in great movies like "The Goonies," "The 'Burbs," "The Monster Squad," and then carried his homeboy Haimster on his back through a bunch of projects, not the least of which was "Blown Away" (1992), which I remember watching in 8th grade so I could see the girl in the movie, Nicole Eggert, get naked. Great stuff.
Other than that, the only Haimster movies worth a damn from my childhood are "Lucas," only because it fueled this crush I had on Winona Ryder when I was a kid (even though Kerri Green who played Andy in "The Goonies" was supposed to be the female love interest, at least to Lucas, Haim's character, who plays this nerdy freshman who can't tell a locust from a cicada [I thought nerds were smart] and decides to impress Green by playing on the football team and getting creamed in the end zone after dropping the pass. I never liked Kerri Green either), and "License to Drive," because it fueled a youthful fascination with Heather Graham. Anything Haimster was in that was "good" was a lucky stroke for him. His presence was mostly incidental and probably could have been replaced by Corey Feldman in any of those roles.
After those halcyon days of Teen Idol-ness quickly faded, Haimster started falling apart. Lots of drugs and addictions. Years wasted. Blew up to over 300 pounds (how's that for a teen idol?). Even Corey Feldman ended up not being able to stand him. The guy had some real problems he couldn't figure out how to fix. Maybe he'll get a second chance somewhere in the universe.
edit: I take back some of what I said about how bad Haim's career was because I just remembered he was in that werewolf movie "Silver Bullet."
—mkl
Tuesday, Mar. 9, 10
Watch this video from Larkin Grimm
Our music-PR buddy Howard Wuefling forwarded us a link to this crazy video for Larkin Grimm's "Parplar," which came out a couple years ago on the Young God label, run by MIchael Gira—the guy from Swans. The description reads interestingly enough: "It’s a beautiful one, a sandy animated clip created by Rebecca Shoenecker featuring a sleepy/cranky/jealous pyramid, flying cows, playful monkeys, and a Sphinx with a very powerful vagina."
Strangely enough, seeing the name Larkin Grimm in print (or digital e-form, as it were) reminded me of a story a friend once told me about a girl she knew at Yale named Larkin, who would always corner her (my friend) and ask her uncomfortably personal questions, probably by some kind of antisocial design. That made me think to Google Larkin, during which I found she dropped out of Yale and then went back about the same time my friend was there. Weird universe. Why do I remember such trivial, seemingly useless things? Anyhow, watch the video.
—mkl
edit: Shoot I can't post any other videos other than YouTube ones. So you'll just have to check out the link from Stereogum.


