#los walrus

[ardeportal]

En busca de La Expansión - Los Walrus en Bluzz Bar

El quinteto empezó el 2024 con una noche a puro pogo junto a Piotto Blues

Por Ginny Lupin Fotos Gino Bomba

En pocos años de trayectoria, Los Walrus van acumulando records como si se tratara de figuritas. A los pogos más descenfrenados del under, a la manija de tocar mil veces por mes y, recientemente, al disco más re-grabado de la historia.

La Expansión, el esperado material que concentra su repertorio actual en vivo y marca una nueva era para la banda, se ha visto postergado por tercera vez luego del robo de la computadora que contenía las grabaciones, el pasado mes de enero. Como si se tratase de la trama de una película de acción, a Los Walrus les robaron el disco en tiempos donde la música no se asocia con algo tangible, "robable"; pero lejos de darse por vencidos, encararon un nuevo año con la sed de sacar su música y el objetivo claro de recaudar lo necesario para grabar sus canciones una vez más.

Bluzz Bar fue la primera parada en esta cruzada musical y allá llegaron el sábado 24, armados de remeras, nueva música y su puesta en escena a prueba de balas.

Entre remeras y parches de Trovador Eléctrico que se acercaron temprano y tímidamente al escenario, Piotto Blues abrió la noche con la energía esperable de las guitarras descenfrenadas del ídolo de nuestro under local.

En formato trío, de ejecución impecable y energía aún mejor, los Piotto calentaron el escenario con una necesaria dósis de blues.

Al grito de "empieza", el público concentrado en la esquina de Canelones y Ciudadela fue entrando a Bluzz Bar, preparados para dejarse atravezar por la experiencia Walrus.

El arranque con tema nuevo y lentes de construcción funcionó de advertencia para lo que se venía: pogo (de público y músicos), baile y total liberación.

Con la adrenalina al máximo, Los Walrus la rompieron a pesar de un arranque complicado: al segundo tema la noche prometía ser intensa cuando al vocalista se le cae agua y al segundo tema casi sufre una descarga eléctrica. Pero eso no detuvo la pasión del público ni la entrega de la banda.

Al tercer tema la entrega de banda y público ya era total, con un círculo de pogo que esquivaba estratégicamente la columna de Bluzz y Jaso tocando la guitarra en medio de la euforia.

La conexión entre Los Walrus y su audiencia es innegable, no en vano el público canta palabra a palabra las letras de un disco que va por su tercera re-grabacion pero todavía no vio la luz. La Expansión está en el aire y no necesita de plataformas para ser un éxito, demostrando el impacto que la banda logró exclusivamente a través de sus presentaciones en vivo.

"Vamos a purgar todo lo malo y bienvenir lo bueno" fue la consigna y se cumplió con creces. Con la participación de Fehnicia y Piotto, el showllegó a su fin con el mosh pit en su punto más alto, reflejando la energía desbordante que se vivió en cada canción.

Con más fechas en camino en un primer semestre del año que promete ser más que intenso, Los Walrus siguen cocinando La Expansión entre el calor del pogo montevideano.

#ardeportal #cobertura #los walrus #ginny #gino #montevideo #bluzz bar

[the-acid-pear]

fave comment ever made about tusk

#luly talks #its. a solid question. why the fuck didnt he. #he wanted a walrus why didnt he just go get a walrus. #its like my friend always say los jubilados son peligrosos porque tienen mucho tiempo libre... #tusk

[emperornorton47]

Walrus

#walrus #i am the walrus #taxidermy #diorama #museum exhibit #exposition park #museum of natural history #los angeles #los angeles county #california #photo #digital #original photographers

[potatobugz]

Gus toh... miss him fr </3 for drawing rqs howsabout gus in his walrus pajamas ^^!

Here ya go :D Gus my beloved

#the owl house #toh #gus porter #i kinda forgot what the walrus onsie looked like and couldnt find a good reference aheem aheem. #i think i accidentally turned it into a hippo lo siento #potatart

[blankerthought]

the thing with the walrus is, to me, that if a fairy shows up i have to completely alter my view of the world. i have to contemplate the possibilities. but in that moment, i will have to choose how to address the fairy and we'll go from there, presumably. if a walrus knocks on my door not only do i have to wonder how the fuck and why the fuck, i also have to make a phone call to animal control. and figure out since when the motherfuckers could open doors.

#lo's stuff #walrus vs fairy

[alienlifeform]

idk how old this is because i dont have internet but as someone who has had psychosis and has made minding my business the primary form of protection against it happening again i would just shut the door on a fairy. an actual walrus in my tiny downtown los angeles apartment hallway would be immediately identifiable as real (think of the smell) and impossible to ignore.

[justforbooks]

David Crosby, who has died aged 81, was a premier-league rock’n’roll star twice. In the mid-1960s he was a founder member of the Byrds, the Los Angeles band often credited with inventing the genre “folk-rock”. This was defined by their shimmering recording of Bob Dylan’s Mr Tambourine Man, its distinctive harmonies and chiming 12-string guitar carrying it to the top of the charts in Britain and the US in 1965.

Arrogant and argumentative, Crosby was sacked from the Byrds in 1967, but, after producing Joni Mitchell’s debut album, Song to a Seagull, he found an ideal berth with Crosby, Stills and Nash. It was a group of distinct individuals who wrote their own songs, but together they created one of the great harmony-singing blends in pop history. Their debut album, Crosby Stills & Nash (1969), was an immediate smash, and proved hugely influential on a rising generation of west coast artists. Crosby’s long hair, walrus moustache and buckskin jacket made him look like a frontiersman for the Age of Aquarius. Their second album, Déjà Vu (1970), with the addition of Neil Young, and the band becoming Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young (CSNY), felt like the crowning moment of a California golden age. It topped the US chart, reached No 5 in the UK and has sold 14m copies.

The members then embarked on solo ventures and their reunions grew increasingly rare, though they reformed for a stadium tour in 1974, a lavishly wasteful affair that Crosby nicknamed “the Doom tour”. A major obstacle was that Crosby, a regular marijuana and LSD user, would succumb to a ferocious addiction to crack cocaine, with near-fatal consequences. This came to a head on 28 March 1982, when he was arrested by the California Highway Patrol after he crashed his car into the central divider on the Interstate 405 highway. Police found freebasing paraphernalia and a .45-calibre pistol in the car, and it was later determined that Crosby had suffered a seizure from “toxic saturation”.

A couple of weeks later he was arrested again on similar charges, this time at a Dallas nightclub where he was performing. A spell in a rehab facility in New Jersey failed when Crosby fled the premises. His decline from prince of west coast rock aristocracy to struggling addict was halted only when he was jailed in Texas in 1986, following yet another drugs-and-firearms arrest.

In 1985, Spin magazine had told its readers “The Tragic Story of David Crosby’s Living Death”, but after being paroled from Huntsville prison in August 1986, Crosby staged a remarkable comeback. He marked his return with the enthralling autobiography Long Time Gone (1988) and the solo album Oh Yes I Can (1989). He would make six further solo discs, in addition to Crosby & Nash (2004), two albums with Stills and Nash (Live It Up in 1990 and After the Storm, 1994) and American Dream and Looking Forward with CSNY (1988 and 1999). In 1987 he married Jan Dance, who had survived her own addiction purgatory alongside him. Shortly after being diagnosed with hepatitis C, in 1994 he underwent a liver transplant, the operation paid for by Phil Collins (Crosby had sung on Collins’s 1989 hit Another Day in Paradise), and bounced back with renewed energy.

Born in Los Angeles, he was the second son of the cinematographer Floyd Crosby and his first wife, Aliph Van Cortlandt Whitehead, a scion of the influential Van Cortlandt dynasty. Floyd came from an upper-class New York background, his father having been the treasurer of the Union Pacific Railroad, and his mother the daughter of a renowned surgeon. He had tried his hand at banking in New York before working on documentary films in the South Pacific (including FW Murnau’s Tabu, for which he won an Oscar) and eventually moving to Hollywood, where he won a Golden Globe award for his work on Fred Zinnemann’s western High Noon and made numerous films with Roger Corman.

David’s early musical influences included classical music and jazz as well as the Everly Brothers and bluesman Josh White, and he recalled how he would take the harmony parts when the family would gather to sing extracts from The Fireside Book of Folk Songs. A trip with his mother to hear a symphony orchestra “was the most intense experience I can remember from my early life” (as he wrote in Long Time Gone), because it illustrated how musicians could collaborate “to make something bigger than any one person could ever do”.

He attended the exclusive Crane school in Montecito, California, then Cate boarding school in Carpinteria. Though intelligent, he regarded academic work with contempt and refused to apply himself. One area where he did shine was in musical stage shows, such as his performance as the First Lord of the Admiralty in Gilbert and Sullivan’s HMS Pinafore. He subsequently attended Santa Barbara City College, but quit and moved to LA to study acting. However, music was becoming his true focus, and he began playing in folk clubs with his elder brother Ethan (who would take his own life in 1997). When a girlfriend became pregnant, Crosby hastily left town and worked his way across the country towards the folk-singing mecca of Greenwich Village, New York, where the likes of Peter, Paul and Mary, Phil Ochs and Joan Baez were breaking through, while Dylan was about to transform the musical climate entirely.

Crosby formed a partnership with the Chicago-born folk singer Terry Callier and they performed frequently together, before Crosby travelled down to Florida in 1962 to sample the folk scene in Miami’s Coconut Grove district. He then worked his way back to Los Angeles via Denver, Chicago and San Francisco. In LA he met Jim (later Roger) McGuinn and Gene Clark, all of them fascinated by the Beatles and the idea of mixing folk with rock’n’roll. They became the Jet Set, which evolved into the Byrds with the addition of the bassist Chris Hillman and drummer Michael Clarke.

Signed to Columbia, the Byrds had already built an enthusiastic local following by playing in clubs such as Ciro’s on Sunset Strip by the time Mr Tambourine Man was released in April 1965, and its success was followed up by their debut album, released in June. Crosby’s distinctive tenor voice was integral to the band’s vocal blend, and he began to develop an idiosyncratic songwriting style.

Influenced by jazz as much as rock, his songs used unusual chords and unconventional melodies. On the band’s third album, Fifth Dimension (1966), one of his most significant contributions was co-writing Eight Miles High. This psychedelic milestone gave them a Top 20 US hit, and also reflected Crosby’s infatuation with the jazz saxophonist John Coltrane. Their next album, Younger Than Yesterday (1967), featured Crosby’s ethereal Everybody’s Been Burned as well as his self-indulgent sound experiment Mind Gardens, while the song Why reflected his admiration for the sitar maestro Ravi Shankar. When the Byrds met the Beatles, Crosby’s enthusiasm for Shankar helped spark George Harrison’s interest in Indian music.

Crosby’s green suede cape and Borsalino hat had made him a Hollywood Hills style icon, but his days as a Byrd were numbered. He had irked his bandmates at the Monterey pop festival in June 1967 by making rambling speeches about LSD and the assassination of John F Kennedy, and also by getting on stage with Stills’s band Buffalo Springfield in place of the absent Young. Crosby’s song Lady Friend (1967) flopped as a single, and during the making of the album The Notorious Byrd Brothers he was fired after arguments over the choice of material. His song Triad, depicting a menage-a-trois, was vetoed by his bandmates as being too risque (Jefferson Airplane subsequently recorded it). Nonetheless, Crosby played on and co-wrote several tracks, and The Notorious Byrd Brothers is arguably the Byrds’ finest album.

Borrowing $25,000 from Peter Tork of the Monkees, Crosby bought a 74ft schooner called Mayan, where he would write some of his best-known songs including Crosby, Stills and Nash’s Wooden Ships. The obvious potential of CSN immediately won them a deal with Atlantic Records, which released their debut album in May 1969. Their second-ever live appearance was at the Woodstock festival that August. Though dominated by the all-round wizardry of Stills, the album showcased the different writing skills of each member. Crosby’s Guinnevere demonstrated his fondness for unusual scales and harmonies, while the bluesy Long Time Gone was a heartfelt response to the assassination of Bobby Kennedy and indicated the group’s willingness to embrace political and social issues.

Déjà Vu, released nine months later, brought another strong showing from Crosby. The hanging chords and mysterious time changes of his title track made it one of his most mesmerising compositions, while Almost Cut My Hair was his battle cry for the counterculture. However, personality clashes within the group while on tour in 1970 prompted them to split.

All the members made solo albums, including Crosby’s If I Could Only Remember My Name (1971). Additionally, he formed a successful duo with Nash, which brought them US Top 10 hit albums with Graham Nash David Crosby (1972, also UK No 13) and Wind on the Water (1975), and they reached No 26 with Whistling Down the Wire (1976). In 1973 Crosby reunited with his previous band for the album Byrds, and in 1977 Crosby, Stills and Nash released CSN, which reached No 2 on the US album chart and outsold the trio’s debut. However, by the time they made Daylight Again (1981), another US Top 10 hit, Crosby was in the throes of addiction. Allies (1983), a patchwork of live and studio material, was the group’s last effort before he was jailed.

Crosby’s post-prison renaissance continued with regular tours with CSN, who went on the road almost annually from 1987, with Young joining them in 2000, 2002 and 2006. He released the solo album Thousand Roads (1993), which gave him a minor hit single with Hero, then picked up the pace dramatically in the new century with Croz (2014), Lighthouse (2016), Sky Trails (2017) and Here If You Listen (2018). For Free, featuring Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen and Michael McDonald, came out in 2021. His final release, in December, was David Crosby & the Lighthouse Band Live at the Capitol Theatre.

One of his regular musical collaborators was James Raymond, his child with Celia Crawford Ferguson, whom Crosby had left pregnant in California in the early 60s, and who had given her baby up for adoption. She later moved to Australia. Raymond met his birth mother in 1994, then in 1995 introduced himself to his biological father at UCLA medical centre, where Crosby was having treatment following his liver transplant. An accomplished musician and composer, Raymond played in the jazz-rock band CPR with his father and Jeff Pevar (they released four albums between 1998 and 2001), was music director for Crosby’s solo live shows and also became a member of Crosby, Stills and Nash’s touring band from 2009.

Yet Crosby’s creative rebirth coincided with a calamitous breakdown in relations with his old comrades. In 2014 Young said CSNY would never tour again after Crosby described his new partner, Daryl Hannah, as “a purely poisonous predator”, and in 2016 Nash, who had always gone the extra mile for Crosby throughout his addiction years, also announced his estrangement from him.

In 1991 Crosby was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of the Byrds, and in 1997 with Crosby, Stills and Nash. He won the 2019 Critics’ Choice movie award as the “most compelling living subject of a documentary” for AJ Eaton’s film David Crosby: Remember My Name.

Crosby continued to be plagued by health problems. He suffered from type 2 diabetes, and in 2014 was left with eight stents in his heart following major cardiac surgery.

He was the sperm donor for the children of Melissa Etheridge and her partner Julie Cypher: their son, Beckett, who died in 2020, and daughter, Bailey.

Jan and their son, Django, survive him, as do James, a daughter, Erika, by Jackie Guthrie, and a daughter, Donovan, by Debbie Donovan.

🔔 David Van Cortlandt Crosby, musician, singer and songwriter, born 14 August 1941; died 18 January 2023

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#JUST FOR BOOKS #David Crosby #in memoriam

[elbiotipo]

Random facts about the Biopunks

What kind of biological/cybernetic mods do they have (excepting "regular" health ones like artificial inmune cells, etc.)

Marcos: Splicer tattoo (allows to "taste" and store genetic sequences, also operates as a computer and music storage), bioluminiscent hair (in the dark).

Florencia: Hair implants for growing flowers, synthetic vitamin organ, cellulose digestive enzymes (yes, she can eat grass)

Ariel: Right pinky is an electricity sensor, one of his other fingers is a cyborg multitool (guess which one)

Melanie: Cat ears biosculpting, cat tail implant, feline iris (light purple, for cosmetic effect). Her fangs are natural, though.

Marina: None so far.

Pancho: You mean, BESIDES being a cyborg sentient dolphin?

What are their politics? (I already did this with real world equivalents, let's do it with in-universe 2143 politics)

Marcos: Proud Democratic Confederalist, Alegrist (from prominent Argentine president Dr. Alegre), leftist Biopunk

Florencia: Enviromentalist and left-leaning Biopunk, but a little vague otherwise

Ariel: "apolitical", but overall leans liberal in social and economics, Biopunk sympathizer

Melanie: Latinoamericanist Left-Wing Worker's Party for Ecological Liberation and the Sixth International (a party with like, 15 members)

Marina: Left-wing overall, sympathizes with Biopunk ideas.

Pancho: "Politics matter not, what matters is ethics" (a member of the All-Ocean Cetacean Liberation Front)

When was the last time they cried?

Marcos: Three days ago, while reading a memoir from Alexei Leonov.

Florencia: A couple days ago, bit by her pet mini-yacaré Juancho.

Ariel: A month ago, visiting the grave of her sister.

Melanie: Yesterday, watching the ending of Saikano.

Marina: Last week, after a call with her parents in Brazil.

Pancho: A couple weeks ago, watching the rain fall over the Rio de La Plata. He doesn't know why.

KARAOKE NIGHT! What do they sing?

Marcos: Cuando Seas Grande - Miguel Mateos

Florencia: I Am The Walrus - The Beatles

Ariel: Costumbres Argentinas - Los Abuelos de La Nada

Melanie: The Internationale A Cruel Angel's Thesis - Yoko Takahashi (yes, she can do it in Japanese)

Marina: Ai Se Eu Te Pego - Michel Teló (NOT because she wanted to, aqueles argentinos infelizes a forçaram)

Pancho: Human After All - Daft Punk ft. DJ Pancho

ALL TOGETHER NOW: OYE TE HACEN FALTA VITAMINAS VITAMINAS UUUUHHH OYE TE HACEN FALTAN VITAMINAS

Which member of Friends they are like the most?

Marcos: (I'm really sorry for this) Ross

Florencia: Phoebe

Ariel: Chandler

Melanie: Monica

Marina: Rachel

Pancho: Joey (if he was a philospher dolphin)

#cosas mias #soft biopunk #might add more later

[thestarsarecool]

John Lennon: Please, Your Majesty, Can Our John Have A Free Pardon?

Andrew Tyler, New Musical Express, 19 January 1974

Heavy breathing over the phone as ANDREW TYLER gets the lowdown from LENNON in L.A. Genius is police harassment, says the Walrus

DEAR QUEEN:

I don't know if you ever read the New Improved NME – if not, maybe some hepcat of the Royal Household will pass on the word.

Now that you've seen young Anne married off to her heartthrob cavalier, and what with Charles playing googlies with Lady Jane all around, maybe you'll have time to reflect on the dilemma of one John Lennon, a Liverpool slum-kid genius who used to play in The Beatles and who, at the peak of his career, committed a kind of revolutionary hara-kiri when he returned your MBE medal.

It was a far out medal, your majesty, ace Organic and nice on the chest, but it wasn't actually you as a mum and companion of the horses he was getting at. It was all that Services To Exports/Build A Better Britain/Screw the Man On The Factory Floor bit that brought a lump to his shaving bowl.

Anyway, after the medal-dumping ceremony he kept getting visited at queer hours by squadrons of policemen and, before you could say cold turkey John was being court-martialled for possession of marijuana – a substance he swears was absent from his life around this time.

He now lives in New York City but because of his record the authorities over there won't give him a Green residents' card, which means if he leaves the country he'll never be allowed back in.

So now, our Queen, it's all down to you. All you have to do is say "OK, you nurds, enough's enough. I pardon thee John Lennon, on your feet and have a nice new year", and everything's back to normal.

John's not one to beg and grovel at your Royal appendages, but on the phone recently he did say it would be a great way out. So what do you think? There's a whole bunch of us who'd love to see John over here again for the odd visit.

And you know something, it's the only thing preventing John. Paul, George and Ringo working together again. Paul, you see, also got busted for substances and he's not allowed into the States any more. Ironic, isn't it?

Love, etc.

"I WOULD HAVE thought I've done more good for Britain than harm, wouldn't you?" John enquired over a faint line from Los Angeles.

Yes, I would have thought so.

"Did I tell you about the commerical we've done for the new album? Hah. It's great. We have the Queen plugging the record for us. It starts inside the house with a gate swinging open, over a red carpet and then inside. It's all done in very good taste, Your Majesty. It's a friend of mine in drag, as it were.

"There's 'Land Of Hope And Glory' and someone says" (in a plummy warbling voice) "'I've been asked to do this commerical. It relates to a gramophone record...' and it goes on like that. I'm hoping her Majesty will be able to laugh at it."

He won't say who the friend is but here's a clue. He works for Apple and he's a real queen. The correct answer is not Allen Klein.

"A few vodkas and it was all over." John reports. "His identity will be revealed by himself. I'm not sure how much he wants people to know about it."

Did he see the bonding of Mark and Anne and was he profoundly moved?

"Who?"

Young Mark and Anne.

"Oh yes."

What was your reaction to that?

"I didn't really have one."

Did they show it over there?

"Yeah. They had it on from two o'clock till dawn, or something. So we had the single. We didn't get to see the album though. I thought they looked all right. But I didn't really feel that much about it. I thought Anne's figure looked nice. They should have held it in Belfast, though.

"I was thinking of writing to the Queen, you know. I hope she reads NME. Yeah. I was after a pardon for being planted by the cops and being hassled for three years and everything that happened. That's one way to solve the problem.

"That so-called bust I was involved in has left me with a criminal-record. That's the legal reason they're trying to throw me out. If that was taken away there'd be nothing they could do."

Now here's a weird twist to the murky affair. The cop who starred in the Lennon bust has, himself, been incarcerated for four years for perjury relating to a drug bust case.

Detective Sergeant Norman Pilcher has has just been put down for four years. At the trial all sorts of stuff came up. Conspiracy and the like.

But Lennon suspects the case of the malfunctioning blue meanie is unlikely to directly affect his own case...

"The thing is, that in those days we were clean. We didn't have any stuff. But they kept on hassling and hassling and bothering Yoko and the deal was that if they left Yoko alone – and she was pregnant at the time – I'd cop a plea.

"And now the real answer is for me to get a pardon...but because I'm a naughty boy I don't suppose they want to give me one."

What he's still trying to figure out all these years later is what those gloating reporters and photographers were doing outside his place when he and Yoko were being escorted to their cells. Jack Warner and Edgar Lustgarten had always intimated that an arrest was a reasonably private business...restricted to the "guilty parties" and the officers concerned. Why the jamboree?

Lennon has an explanation: "A friend of mine from Fleet Street gave me a call after he'd overheard a cop in a pub saying how he was going to get The Beatles. Yeah, was was gonna get The Beatles. Which meant me. I mean, he's not about to bust Ringo or Paul. I was really up for grabs what with Two Virgins and living in sin with a foreigner and all."

Is our Queen about to be sympathetic to Lennon's plight? Can she relate to her stone-turning expatriot? They'd hardly make suitable tango partners but they do have at least one common point of interest: The Goons.

Yessir. Like Prince Charlie, Sister Margie and Tony Legsstrong-Jones, the Queen is alleged to have chuckled along with the Goons after her Sunday joint...not unlike Lennon who recently reviewed The Goon Show Scripts for the New York Times.

"It was a bit like doing a school essay." he say. "But like all my generation I was really drawn to The Goons. In many ways they influenced The Beatles as much as rock 'n' roll – Elvis and Little Richard. They were, to my generation, what we were to the next.

"I admire them all – but I've always reckoned Spike was the real lunatic."

WHAT ABOUT the trench-coat warfare. Is he still being visited and molested by the American gendarmerie?

"A year or so back they were following me around everywhere I went But I suppose they must have got bored going to the studio and hanging around for hours at a time. And they were tapping my phone. I think they wanted me to know they were doing it too because I kept hearing heavy breathing. It scared me at first but now it's a bot of a joke.

"No, I wasn't on Nixon's list of unfriendlies but I was on somebody's list, that's for sure."

There's a pattern to it all, he suggests. Not necessarily a coordinated conspiracy but a series of connected happenings that have numbered all the leading 60's cult figures.

Lennon's marooned in America, McCartney outside of it. The Stones are having to tread very lightly indeed, and Hendrix, Morrison and Joplin are dead.

"If they can separate all the big names in pop they effectively cut off the, quotes, "revolution" at its source. No more Woodstocks. No more mass gatherings. The real changes aren't gonna come from politicians. It's going to come from the artists and musicians.

"Even Bowie is a threat in a way."

Explain yourself, sir.

"Well, if you get Bowie on TV and somebody switches on in Ohio or Bradford and they see this person looking out at them, it's going to affect their whole way of life. He doesn't have to say Power To The People Right On. He is the message in himself. It's like holding a mirror up to society. It makes people react in a specific way that's better than having them half dead listening to Sandy McPherson.

"I just think it's all great. I'm not saying I'd do it but people like Bowie are an extension of rock 'n' roll. He still rocks like shit and keeps us going until the next phenomenon, ho ho, which is going to be this year, isn't it?"

Maybe the very next sensation will be curvaceous Ringo whose single is hot stuff in the States and whose album leapt into the Billboard charts at 4 – two better than John's Mind Games.

"I sent him a telegram last week saying: 'Congratulations. How dare you. Write me a hit song.'

"It's the first real pop album he's made and it's a good album. He deserves it. He's going to need all the royalties he can get to paper Ascot" (The home he just bought from Lennon). "He's going to need that hit just to keep up the garden."

JOHN'S OWN album didn't receive quite the same dazzling response, although it's nowhere near the bunch of horselicks Tony Tyler suggested in his review a few weeks back. Tracks like 'Out The Blue', 'I Know (I Know)' and 'Bring On The Lucie' are sumptuous groovers that fairly parallel his work on Imagine. Honest.

Was he after the grumbling T. Tyler's noodles?

"I'm going to send 'im a deaf aid and a book of instructions on How to Write. Obviously I'd prefer it if he, or whoever it is, liked it – but I'm not about to cut my throat, if that's what you mean.

"A lot of times you get critics reviewing themselves, so if they do slag you off it doesn't mean anything or, if they overdo the praise bit, that means nothing either.

"Praise is never satisfactory unless you can be sure the person has actually listened to your work and knows it inside out. I'm not saying people should spend their lives making in-depth appraisals of me albums – but praise, or the other thing, doesn't count for much unless they've take the time to understand what you're doing."

Right On.

Actually John was due for a critical trampling. After the suffocating Best Album In The Universe stuff tipped over Imagine and The Plastic Ono Band LP, coupled with the knifings Paul has had to deflect since The Split. Lennon only had to put one foot wrong – as he did with Sometime In New York City – for the blades to be turned on him.

Critics were feeling remorse at the way they growled at McCartney and Lennon was the obvious target upon which to assuage their embarrassment.

"I would say New York City stands as a piece of work. It sold 200,000 instead of half a million. The whole thing's relative. If I'd been a smaller artist I'd have been pleased to get that amount of sales. I have no regrets...only that it didn't get a lot of airplay on the so-called FM stations of the Left.

"The only one that really got into it was Pacifica which has heavy programmes on politics, lesbians and things like that – anything people want to do. It's a pretty good station. Nationwide. They've even got tapes of Yoko and me from the Sixties singing Japanese folk songs."

Talking of oldies, he is now well into his Oldies Mouldies album, currently being waxed at A & M in Los Angeles with a spellbinding cast of several millions. On the guest list so far are, among others: Steve Cropper, Jim Keltner. Hal Blaine, Jose Felciano, Leon Russell, Jeff Barry, Barry Mann, and Jesse Ed Davies.

We called George the other day and said he was having a great time and wish you were here. George said he was on his way and hasn't been heard of since. Paul, of course, won't be able to make it.

"Yeah, I miss Paul a lot. It's been a year since I've seen him. He came over with Linda to me place in New York. Course I'd like to see him again. He's an old friend, isn't he?"

He says he can move around a bit more freely now...for meals and odd visit to the movvies.

"I still get recognised though. I think it's me nose. But I can generally go to the movies. The last film I saw was Behind The Green Door. (An extraordinarily rude film.)

How was it?

"The first 45 minutes were interesting, then it got a bit boring. When you've seen one cock you've seen them all."

#my articles #I have been asked to upload the full article #here ‘tis #'I thought Anne's figure looked nice' #John and Paul once again united #this time in their lusting for British royalty #literally what's wrong with them #also I thought the telegram to Ringo was nice #john lennon #the beatles #my quotes #full article

[xumoonhao]

what i read in june 2023 💖

(entries marked with an * indicate favourites; entries marked with a ! indicate things i didnt like)

ONLINE ARTICLES

A Dude and a Desk: Why Women Really Don’t Get to Host Late-night TV by Melanie McFarland | Salon

Canada’s Big Flex in Space by Omar Mouallem | The Walrus

* The First Self-Proclaimed Drag Queen Was a Formerly Enslaved Man by Cari Shane | Smithsonian Magazine

12 Things People Get Wrong About Being Nonbinary by Suzannah Weiss | Teen Vogue

* How One Quiet Illinois College Town Became the Symbol of Abortion Rights in America by Chris Kenning | USA Today

New Trees Are No Substitute for Old Trees by Norm Christenson and Jerry Franklin | Politico

The Untold Story of the Zoot Suit Riots: How Black L.A. Defended Mexican Americans by Gustavo Arellano | LA Times

BOOKS

* Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo (2021)

* The Other Black Girl by Zakiya Dalila Harris (2021)

! Him by Elle Kennedy and Sarina Bowen (2015)

MISCELLANEOUS

* The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins Stetson (1892)

#i didnt read much last much so this is shorter than my last ones 😔 however!!! i was more productive in june creatively so <<<333 #i hope to read more this month!!! more books especially bc i havent been reading much of those lately #reading list #🎆.txt

[piccrews-and-uquizes]

Another sonic piccrew? I'm un love, on the other hand sonic characters follow a very simple formula, so I'd make sense. Seeing how detailed I made myself I'd probs be a comics only character like Rotor the Walrus:((Sega please you want to include him please please)

Show me yours!

#piccrew #fandom

[ardeportal]

#Destacados2023 - Los cinco recitales que definieron el año

Cerrando la selección de Destacados 2023, los cinco shows que hicieron de este un gran año para la música en Montevideo

Por Ginny Lupin

Con esto de los destacados del año todavía no he tenido tiempo para pasar en limpio la cantidad de recitales de los que fui testigo. Sé que fueron muchos, más que años anteriores y por ello tengo que agradecer a todos los músicos, productores y gestores que confían en Arde para realizar coberturas y difusión de sus eventos.

Cerrando un 2023 de muchísima y muy buena música, los cinco recitales del año son casi una formalidad. Cada sótano, barcito, calle cortada y gran estadio fue recinto para megaproducciones y autogestión de calidad. Disfruté cada instancia de encuentro con los artistas y su público, sentimiento que espero reflejar en estas cuatro fechas que viví con total felicidad (y una que no cumplió del todo las expectativas, pero igual se destaca).

¡Que el 2024 nos encuentre en el pogo!

5. The Cure

📅 27 de noviembre 📍Antel Arena

La banda liderada por Robert Smith volvió a Sudamérica y no hubo desmadres, colapso de calles, ni pancheros muertos como en Ferro 1987; sino más bien una gran fiesta de curiosos sin demasiado entusiasmo. Después de meses de especulaciones (recordemos que, en la virtualidad que nos rige, todo empezó con un tweet mencionando 12 países en el que calculábamos estar), entradas agotadas en tres días y una fiebre absoluta que hizo a The Cure sonar en cada supermercado del país; finalmente llegó la gira y sobre el final, Montevideo. Con tecladista suplente, sin uno de los teloneros (todos bajas por enfermedad) y ante la sorpresiva ausencia de un acto de apertura local, The Cure llegó a un Antel Arena de público variopinto. Y es en shows como este donde comprendemos la importancia del público en un espectáculo; porque más allá de un buen nivel musical, un sonido prolijo y la emoción de escuchar los temas de siempre en vivo y en directo, el público "la bajó". Hordas de gente poco oriunda de recitales se quejaron del mínimo movimiento hasta que bailar se tornó en pecado, de a ratos hubo más tránsito en los pasillos de la arena que en el campo y finalmente, harta de ser pechada por los caminantes que evacuaban el recinto a ritmo de marcha mientras sonaba "Friday I'm in Love" (faltaban varios temas para el final), me resigné a ver a Robert y los suyos a una prudente distancia. Buena música, destacado en el ranking por su peso simbólico, no por la calidad de su espectáculo.

¿Qué faltó?: Un público a la altura y un escenario de mayor alcance (preferentemente con entradas más accesibles, para permitir qiuzás que una audiencia más entusiasta pueda nivelar el clima hostil).

4. Festival Indieween

📅 29 de octubre 📍Durazno y Convención

¡Que orgullo para Jaime ver su esquina revitalizada por "la juventú"! Durazno y Convención es el rincón musical de Montevideo por excelencia y en octubre recibió un lineup increíble de artistas emergentes locales. Sofacha, Cinnamon, Los Walrus, Samuel Acosta, Julen y la Gente Sola & Neamwave hicieron vibrar a las masas disfrazadas (que buena temática que es Halloween para cualquier evento), desde la tardecita hasta ya entrada la noche. El Indieween fue excelente por una serie de razones, muchas de ellas emocionales—la escena crece y uno se conmueve—, pero otras tantas objetivas: una organización impecable (desde el sonido a la barra de bebidas, los baños y el cuidado del espacio), proyectos musicales de calidad y una audiencia entusiasta que supo acompañar la propuesta. Mucho pogo, un muñeco de Shrek que desafió las leyes de la gravedad, invitados y una sensación generalizada de fiesta hicieron del Indieween una jornada para el recuerdo de nuestro under.

¿Qué faltó?: Que el clima no nos tenga con el corazón en la boca toda la mañana (al final la manija le ganó a la lluvia). Idealmente que no sea un domingo, menos que menos el día después del SkatePark Fest. Tratemos de distribuír la energía.

3. FestiSurf 8

📅 25 de febrero 📍Plaza Mateo

El 2023 arrancó con la ya clásica fiesta de Surf Rock tomando Plaza Mateo en una edición a todo trapo. The Tremolo Beer Gut desde Dinamarca, los Tormentos desde Argentina, los Supersónicos, Los Reverb y Les Missiles en representación de las olas locales, celebraron un congreso de camisas floreadas y reverb. La cantidad de gente que convoca el género en nuestro país merece un capítulo aparte y muchísimo más reconocimiento, sabemos que las fechas de verano son todo un desafío, pero al FestiSurf lo hizo grande su gente. Capítulo aparte para el despelote de los daneses sobre el escenario y el agite de los Tormentos, que incluso se atrevieron a tocar entre la gente. Me declaro fanática.

¿Qué faltó?: En su momento, un ventilador tamaño industrial. Objetivamente un escenario más grande hubiera lucido mejor la propuesta, pero la azotea de Plaza Mateo tiene una vista privilegiada a la rambla que pegaba a la perfección con la temática.

2. Turf en La Trastienda

📅 28 de abril 📍La Trastienda

La banda encabezada por Joaquín Levinton volvió a Montevideo para presentar su último disco, Renacimiento. Previo a La Trastienda, la fiebre Turf tuvo a la Sala Camacuá como primera parada, donde espontáneamente formé parte del público del programa La Aldea, de TV Ciudad. Después de dos noches del delirio Levinton en primera fila, mi cerebro tarareó "Pasos al Costado" por meses. Con casi 30 años recorriendo escenariosl, Turf ha perfeccionado un show de calidad en lo musical y lo performático. Dueños del frontman más carismático del Río de la Plata, son expertos en armar un set de clásicos, novedades, canciones de amor y de cancha; mientras Levinton lidera pogos desde el borde del escenario, llevándose puestas las cajas de retorno en el proceso. Un espectáculo de nivel internacional, con música bien nuestra y un público que supo acompañar la propuesta.

¿Qué faltó? No faltó ni sobró nada.

1. Festival Nuevo Día

📅 5 y 6 de octubre 📍Inmigrantes / Tazú

La primera edición yorugua del Festival Nuevo Día fue un golpe de realidad para todos los viejos vinagres que afirmaban que la movida musical en el paisito estaba muerta: dos noches agotadas en sótanos montevideanos le gritaron en la cara a los descreídos que el under está más vivo que nunca. Neamwave, Dum Chica, Walrus, Mujer Cebra, Flor Sakeo, El Club Audiovisual, Buenos Vampiros y Obelisco hicieron poguear y bailar a jóvenes y no tan jóvenes, sonaron fuerte (y no por ello dejaron de sonar bien), pegaron sus pegotines en nuestros espejos y nos dejaron sumergidos en una nostalgia absurda, soñando sin remedio volver a principios de octubre. En 2024 el Festival vuelve, primero con una edición veraniega en el Konex de Buenos Aires (26 y 27 de enero, el lineup es de otro mundo) y, seguramente, con alguna que otra parada en Uruguay. Imperdible.

¿Qué faltó? Como comentaron los Dum Chica en la entrevista que hicimos al finalizar su set, el sucucho tiene su encanto y en lo personal no cambiaría los sótanos por nada. Pero un lugar más grande permitiría compartir la experiencia con todos aquellos que quedaron afuera.

#editorial #festivales #uruguay #montevideo #festival nuevo día #festisurf #turf #the cure #indieween #mujer cebra #dum chica #buenos vampiros #el club audiovisual #flor sakeo #obelisco #neamwave #los walrus #samuel acosta #the tremolo beer gut #tormentos #julen y la gente sola #ginny

[whilereadingandwalking]

Argentina book haul! 

I brought plenty of books to Argentina, which spared me the need to hunt down books in English, which would have been sometimes difficult (particularly because no one's exactly supplying books in translation, for the most part—their English section is usually books from America, UK, or elsewhere in the world, and you can find the Argentine authors in Spanish). So most of the books I purchased were purely as souvenirs, including a couple books on the flora and fauna of Argentina. 

Two favorite purchases were Los Carpinchos, a fantastic children's book by Alfredo Soderguit, which I bought in Uruguay, and El año de la rata by Dr. Alderete and Mariana Enríquez, a weird book featuring wild neon illustrations of sex, horror, and more, that I can't fully read with my Spanish level but that I got because the illustrations are wild and because I love Enríquez, always. I got that book from the small bookstore in the Museo de Bellas Artes in Buenos Aires. 

I found some gems in used bookstores. In Walrus Books, an English-language shop in San Telmo, I got The Old Man Who Read Love Stories by Luis Sepúlveda, translated by Peter Bush, and an old trade paperback edition of one of my absolute favorite 1970s sci fi reads, Woman on the Edge of Time by Marge Piercy. 

And at Librería Helena in Buenos Aires, home of the bookstore cats, I picked up a third edition of Poemas by Borges and a paperback of El Pecado Mortal by Silvina Ocampo ("The Mortal Sin" is included in English in NYRB's Thus Were Their Faces, a collection of Ocampo's short fiction). 

Finally, a friend I made on Estancia Nibepo Aike told me he had just finished reading and loving Ernest Shackleton's story of being stuck in the Antarctic ice and keeping his full team of men alive. Three days later, I found the book in a selection of just three books in English in an Ushuaia gift shop, so naturally bought it, and have been reading it as my last 'vacation' read.

#silvina ocampo #jorge luis borges #mariana enríquez #book haul #marge piercy #reading while wandering #reading while wandering abroad #reading while wandering argentina

[labitacoradelhombresolitario]

Sones viejos para un verano nuevo

El verano comenzó hace ya unos días en la Meseta y hemos entrado en modalidad de «bajada de persianas durante el resistero». Aquí estoy, escribiendo a media tarde a plena luz artificial, con las antedichas a ras de alféizar y mis estores amarillo rabioso a media asta (y ya no tan rabiosos, ni cromáticamente ni de otro modo, porque el mercurio le disipa los humos al más pintado). Sobreviviendo. Y pensando aún en la cuestión de los audios, que comentaba yo en mi última entrada (del 11 de junio), pero acerca de la cual no me voy a dar ni voy a dar más la lata.

El comienzo del verano es buen momento para volver a mi década favorita, y haciéndoles ahora mismo los honores a los setenta estoy: J. J. Cale en el tubo de sonido (con disco de 2004: To Tulsa and Back) y, a pie de tecla, míster Robert Creeley. La versión de este poema, de ese autor de tantas piezas memorables, miembro del grupo conocido como los “Black Mountain poets” (en alusión al centro académico en torno al cual algunos de ellos orbitaban), la versión —decía— data de hace casi dos lustros, pero la tenía inédita y además me gusta mucho para este miércoles de sones viejos y escenas apenas entrevistas, de un mundo perdido que esta tardecita me permito el lujo de recuperar.

• • •

MIMBRES

Llega un momento en que es más tarde y en la mesa el maître deposita la cuenta, y muy poco después estalla el ruido de gozosas risas—

Recogiendo la vuelta con manos de morsa y una cara de portón de cuadra, la cabeza se diría sin volumen: dos ojos toda ella—

Y ese eres tú, amigo mío, o yo. Liquido como puedo, recojo, y me marcho tan deprisa que no se acaban de enterar—

Ya estoy saliendo por la puerta, la calle es pura noche, toda noche, no hay un alma, y entonces aparece Liz, mi vieja amiga—

Me abre el cadillac, me meto atrás, y nos largamos. Me enciende esta mujer—

Unas estrellas en el cielo que no veas, y desde algún lugar lejano alguien me tiende una porción de tarta de manzana con una bola blanca de blanco helado encima, y me la como—

Lentamente. Y aunque sin duda se me están cachondeando y todo es bulla alrededor de mí, de estos tunantes que no se jalan medio rosco, yo sí jalo,

aquí metido, entre mis mimbres.

• • •

A WICKER BASKET

Comes the time when it’s later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill, and very soon after rings out the sound of lively laughter—

Picking up change, hands like a walrus, and a face like a barndoor’s, and a head without any apparent size, nothing but two eyes—

So that’s you, man, or me. I make it as I can, I pick up, I go faster than they know—

Out the door, the street like a night, any night, and no one in sight, but then, well, there she is, old friend Liz—

And she opens the door of her cadillac, I step in back, and we’re gone. She turns me on—

There are very huge stars, man, in the sky, and from somewhere very far off someone hands me a slice of apple pie, with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it, and I eat it—

Slowly. And while certainly they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket of these cats not making it, I make it

in my wicker basket.

ROBERT CREELEY

Black Mountain College (Carolina del Norte, Estados Unidos) · La institución funcionó como centro educativo entre 1933 y 1957

ROGER WOLFE · 28 de junio de 2023

[gloris-stuffs]

Este es el afiche promocional del Grand Mint Festival donde Kim Jae Wook fue anfitrión y se presentó con Walrus en algo más masivo… con el tiempo me di cuenta que tuvieron su momento de fama, pero ellos lo que querían con su música era pasarla bien .

Lo otro es que realmente son buenos músicos , de regalo nos dejaron algunas de sus presentaciones que si eres creativos puedes encontrar en diferentes portales….

#kim jae wook #kim jaeuck #her private life #kdrama #crazy love #kactor #antique bakery #walrus #the guest

[drewschermickblindone]

New mixtape:

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