and you know flipper
Source taken from an LP found at a yard sale. Feliz ano nuevo…..
Be sure to check out the 50 most loathesome people over at buffalo beast. It’s a hoot. Scooter’s InnerSide features the list on his latest show.
COMPENDIUM #51
The last compendium of the year. The usual conglomeration of cut-ups, absurdity and music. See ya in 08. It’s gotta get better, right? Or not.
World Church of the Sick Puppy
Nicotine Toilet
Tastes like shit, and smells like a fart….
—R.J. Nabisco
We announce with some degree of prevarication the debut or semi-outing of the new band “Nicotine Toilet.” They wanted to use the name “Tobacco Toilet,” but it had already been taken by a garage band of slightly post adolescents in Fiplock, Kansas. “NT,” as they are calling themselves for short (not to be confused with the Microsoft Operating System of the days of blue screens of death) are set to release an EP of songs all pertaining to smoking, carcinogens, carcinomas, comas, tracheotomies, and the support young clueless lions give to these mega tobacco corporations, thinking somehow they are being “cool.”
So here’s a tribute to the purveyors of death by smoke inhalation, who even put on their cigarette packages that, in effect, their product is going to kill you. Not “maybe,” or “could possibly,” kill you, no—they say, explicitly–this shit WILL kill you, and before that fuck you up in ways unimaginably painful. That’s not cool, that’s stupid.
As for Nicotine Toilet, look for them along with Pus Magnet on this very website sometime in 2008.
i mean, my godman
Lewd Dobbs is actually good for something: being sampled and repurposed in a piece about High-pock-crissy and loony tune faith. From the pulp pit of the true Dobbs, I remain as always, disobediently yours.
I would prefer not to…
One of my favorite Melville short pieces, along with Billy Budd is the enigmatic Bartleby the Scrivener. I find the story riveting because of it’s commitment to sustaining a sense of mystery throughout; like Bartleby’s intransigence, the narrative staunchly refuses to bring any sense of “closure,” but rather remains open ended, leaving the reader constantly curious, asking questions. At the end one is still left somewhat puzzled. Everyone who reads the story must come up with their own take on Bartleby’s strange behavior. The other scriveners in the office, Turkey and Nippers provide needed comedic relief.
The version I cut up features Ian Holm as the narrator. And I must say that “Ashe” acquits himself splendidly in this production….
Cognitive DisJUNKture
The Happiest Meat on the Planet
A Phunky Phugue of Phlegm Projectile Paroxysms
Love drugs
How low can ya go, Jethro? Billions spent on “intelligence,” and for a VHS bonfire? Maybe it’s time to stop worrying and love drugs. A god named myth seems to think so, as well as the head cheese of this wretched state. And shame on you, Mickey, for quoting a line from the series “Rome.” There may be a lawsuit pending…..
That nephew was delicious
And that’s some good eating, but not as good as roast grandpa for dinner! Hot damn, I’m telling you!
As for destroyin’ intelligence, shee-it, that was done ‘long time ago. And what’s with this heavyconfetti dude, agin playing too many notes? And pitch shifting and stuff?
“The reality is….”
Whenever a pundit uses the sentence “the reality is…” he or she is implying that your argument is bullshit and their’s is the gospel. However, by using the statement, or the prelude to a blatherfest or cowardly rationalization, the user of that cliche proves themselves as the real liar. Julie Yanni loves to use this phrase. And someone absolutely addicted to it is Lou Dobbs, that pompous, self-aggrandizing bigot who, for reasons mysterious, maintains a show on CNN (along with the execrable fellow jingoist/racist Glen Beck).
The sententious Dobbs was on a recent Democracy Now show, in typical bombastic fashion, barely allowing Amy Goodman or Juan Gonzales to finish a question or statement. His tactic was to make light of their assertions and to “demonize” them as being of a “different ideology.” He came off as a real shithead, and if he had any sense at all he ought to be embarrassed for his performance on that program. But that’ll never happen. Like the other membots in the pundit parade, such as O’reilly, Rush and Beck, etc., they’re always “right”. Which is, usually, an indicator that they’re actually full of shit.
I guess it’s better to be a white house press secretary where you get to say over and over: “I can’t comment on that….”
Cough-ka-esque
Almost without fail anytime you listen to a press conference (particularly one given by shrub) or a typical sermon there is always at least one unfortunate soul in the audience with a hideous cough. It’s almost as if these “coughers” are planted, for whatever reason. Perhaps each event has a “designated cougher.” I even recall some Alan Watts lectures that had someone in the audience with a brutal cough. Why these sickies don’t stay home and nurse their bronchitis or impending pneumonia I don’t know. But the stentorian outbursts can make for some interesting percussive audio effects. The cutup of shrub (spinning the NIE, miserably) below has a classic cougher; he sounds as though he’s trying to expel a hairball from hell. I’m tempted to do a project based on audio manipulations of a variety of coughing noises.
“I can wait” features a psychedelic mashing of Paul Mcartney and Chicago (both “wimp” rockers).
Yes, we has no nukular today
Vivisecting the head cheese of state for the last seven years has been a guilty pleasure of mine. And though I would have rather had an intelligent, articulate, personable, witty person with great vision and class as the chief executive, we got what we got: a stupid, stammering, stuttering, misanthropic, humorless war monger with no vision and no class. To characterize him as a buffoon would be fair and appropriate, were it not for the fact that head cheese has caused so much grief in the world, wrought so much needless death and destruction. He likes to say (over and over again, as if to reassure himself) that “history will judge.” Yes, and I don’t think the review is going to be all that favorable. His transgressions are astronomical, and have been codified.
Below are a few mp3s of my Shrub cutting over the past six years or so.
Bush Just likes to blow things up
Tricky Dick Bush
Impeach Bush and Cheney
Bush Breast Detection Authorization
Organ and Tissue Brain Damage
Dear Bush 1
Dear Bush 2
Dear Bush 3
Dear Bush 4
Dear Bush 5
Edge You Kay Tor
But We Help People
Viral Bush
Katrina v. bush
fck Bush
Bush Reversed
Shrub v. Shrub
Shrub
Wretched State
Ewe Decide
Drugs for Seniors
Still at War
Idiot not worthy
Our goals remain new kew lar
Weakest Link
The Business Before Us
The experiment requires that you continue….
THAT IS ALL. NOW BACK TO WORK.
COMPENDIUM #50
Ah yes, the big Five-0. This makes for over fifty hours of the worlds of media, cut up and repurposed, along with musical interludes by Heavyconfetti.
Water on the brain
I appreciate that the Petroleum Broadcasting System (PBS) now produces podcast versions of it’s “News Hour.” This makes it so much easier to acquire them and then cut ‘em up. Of course while I’m keenly listening for bits suitable for chopping and collaging, I can’t help but listen to the blatherfest.
Ideally, PBS was established to provide an alternative, more objective and critical view of politics and foreign policy, and so on, a voice distinctly different from the hegemonic three commercial networks (now four, with Faux News).
However, listening to a recent show where PBS hack pundits discussed the purported pissing contest between Rudy Giuliani and Mitt Romney – who according to these pundits are the “front runners” – I was amazed (or rather, not surprised) that no mention was made of any of the other potential candidates, except for brief statements about John McCain and Mike Huckabee. Glaringly absent: a discussion of Ron Paul’s place in the pack and the fact that he’s the only one who has any real grasp on (gasp) the constitution and real American History, in particular the U.S. problems with foreign policy over the last thirty years. Paul appears to me to be the only sane one in the bunch, the only one able to articulate his thoughts in a cogent, well organized and clearly educated manner. What does that mean? Maybe that he doesn’t have a chance, ironically.
Rather than providing a critical forum covering ALL the candidates and their “platforms,” the “News Hour” simply emulates the partisan cheerleading factories of ABC, NBC, CBS and FOX. The media conglomerates choose their “darlings” and exclude everyone else from consideration. Happily, Ron Paul’s campaign has considerable grass roots support and an internet momentum which could at least put him in the forefront, at least allow him to be heard amidst the tired drum beaters like Romney and Bush disciple Giuliani, et al.
Alas, our problem will not be “Islamo-Fascism” but rather domestic fascism, right here, fueled by fear, and determined to keep digging the same failed policy holes deeper and deeper. But by all means, continue shopping, if you can.
Caustic Continuum #4 Released
Yes, the first installment of The Strange Life of Nikola Tesla has been uploaded. The show runs nearly 50 minutes. Check it out when you get a chance.
The approximately two minute guitar shred duet below was originally recorded for another project and at 130 BPM. Well, for this little “off” piece I raised the BPM to 200 and of course there’s much flange in the midst of all the arpeggios, scales and cadenzas. Yngwie Malmsteen and Buckethead on crack…. With Johann Sebastian Bach spinning in grave.
HeavyConfetti
- Latcho Drom August 29, 2010
- Track Listing for “The State of Things” Album August 21, 2010
- Changes, future August 17, 2010
- The State of the State of Things June 21, 2010
- Working Three Tracks June 12, 2010
- the state of things without and around us June 8, 2010
- Long time no post…Three cuts from Phronemophobia April 17, 2010
- Kill Television! December 24, 2009
- The Cut of Your Gib October 25, 2009
- Don’t Blame Me October 25, 2009
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