Another Punk Post Card by Mark Cheney

This time: Bush Tetras. Punk poet Marty Watt was in the audience, and it was at the Starlite Ballroom in the now sure-to-get-you-murdered section of Kensington in Philadelphia. On the reverse, the photographer who also produced the card has written on 12/16/80 (3 days before my birthday, gift givers!) "I was so f*cked up when I ran into you - I didn't rea;lize I was calling you Pete - Sorry bout dat!!! Go see Bush Tetras again - I'm sure you will enjoy - M"

Not Gibberish

And all this time I thought it was...... The Cocteau Twins have a great series of their videos at their official site. Replete with Thompson Twins-y/Fun Boy Three-sy hair and pre-shoegazing shoegazing.

We'll be sold to Roddy
Comes for pearly dewdrop's drops
Weeks in our company
Buys the pearly dewdrop's drops

We'll be soaked and ruddy
Comes for pearly dewdrop's drops
Weeks in our company
Buys the pearly dewdrop's drops

We'll be soaked when Roddy comes
Rows of pearly dewdrop's drops
Tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny
Buys the pearly dew drips soaks

We'll be soaked when around he comes
Rows of pearly dewdrop's drops
Tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny
Buys the pearly dew drips soaks

Taciturn to fellow
So try to turn to loan him these
Bruised your eye on her staff
So when he turned around he saw

Taciturn to fellow
So try to turn to loan him these
Bruised your eye on her staff
So if we send the Roddy, soaks

We'll be soaked when Roddy comes
Rows of pearly dewdrop's drops
Tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny
Buys the pearly dew drips soaks

(We'll be sold to Roddy, sold to Roddy)
Rows of pearly dewdrop's drops
(We'll be sold to Roddy, sold to Roddy)
Tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny
 Buys the pearly dew drips soaks 

AND OCH AYE! THEY'RE BRAW WEE SCOTS LADS and LASS!

Judy Henske's Unfortunate Leg Meat

The scene below from Hootenanny Hoot! features Judy Henske, the speculatively real-life Annie Hall (ew- bangin' Woody Allen..... ew, but then again, it may have never occurred) I absolutely hate this type of folk music and this ADD-style performance, full of squinched up feelin', is no exception. It is soaked in hyperdramtic oomph.

But the car crash I cannot look away from is Judy Henske's leg meat at 3:13. She's a fit girl, and everybody has both relaxed and tight musculo-skeletal states, but the way that one section of thigh starts flailing and wobbling - jiggling doesn't come close to describing it at all - becomes a thing of fascination, completely taking over the experience of the song. Yipe. And not the good kind of yipe. It runs wild, poking the eyes with it's thrashing, and one has to ask, didn't the continuity person, director, assistant director, editor or producer notice it? My brain screams "CUT TO CLOSEUP!! CUT TO CLOSEUP!!" but they don't and nature shows us - on film - in perpetuity how we all came from the liquidy sea......

Plus that hairdo.....

WD Zantzinger Gets His At Last

Hattie Carroll

NYT Obit
Bob Dylan's song The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll was based on his arrest for murder and conviction of manslaughter. Interesting sad story of racism. Great song.

Hear here:
The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll