THE INFORMATION #727 APRIL 12, 2013

THE INFORMATION
#727 APRIL 12, 2013
Copyright 2013 FRANCIS DIMENNO
http://dimenno.gather.com
francisdimenno@yahoo.com

THE OCCULT
When you stop chasing your dreams, your dreams start chasing you. ― Dez Del Rio

Rivers spill mysteries into the ocean, and the ocean washes the answer to the shore. ― Tanja Kobasic

Unless men work at occultism as they work for the prizes of their professions they will not achieve. ― Dion Fortune

Capital is money, capital is commodities. By virtue of it being value, it has acquired the occult ability to add value to itself. It brings forth living offspring, or, at the least, lays golden eggs.–Karl Marx
 
The image of the tormented man is taken and reproduced in the dirtiest political ways by the institutions of the church, and through this image they squeeze money and a part of the souls of the people in order to convert them to a faith that no longer is part of the ultimate form of man’s love…. –Sorin Cerin

WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER SIX: PART SIX: BIG TROUBLE

Back in 1986, Baby Boy Maddox took the time, on a cold day in early Spring, to fill me in about the career of Richard Stolas. “He was the first-born son of Cokey Stolas, a man who everyone called The Colonel as a sign of respect and fear–and hatred, too–why, he always smelled like beeswax and rotten meat, it was a sweet smell and also sour and musty. If you was out and about in the cold and quiet night you’d see him paterollin’ the houses of prostitution in Joytown and all the other lowdown cribs down in The Valley of Sin–because in addition to controlling the trolley and the bank and the hospital, he also had his hand in the vice district, just like his Paw. In fact, that gang of desperadoes ran Noxtown just like a satrapy. You should of seen the crooked old rogue with his curled up mouth yellin’ at the town meetin’ about how the liberry was spendin’ too much money on fripperies like books and card catalogs and these newfangled gimcracks called fountain pens. Seems as though The Colonel had control of the Cotton Mill and didn’t like to see his men borrowin’ books and takin’ them home and readin’—where do they get the time, he grumbled, they’re supposed to be workin’ at the plant at 6am sharp and not get home until well after sundown. The libbery was begun by grant and public subscription but to build it the town fathers deeded Wildcat Swamp and filled it with worthless landfill, so that every summer the stone walls sweated water and the whole place smelled like vinegar and dust. “

“The Colonel never wanted to spend a penny on improvin’ his holdings—like the trolley line—walkin’ is a lot healthier, said he, for the men who work in my mills. Even though until about the 1950s  the town streets were paved, not with asphalt, but with Belgian stone and people was always twistin’ their ankles.”

“So the trolleys always jumped the tracks and the overhead rod was allus slippin’ the electric line. Even as late as 1930 the conductors was allus havin’ to go up on the roof of the car and change the line on the trolley, and in all kinds of weather. He would pay nary a pretty penny to replace the covered bridges and the rotten wooden railroad ties and so the trolleys was always crashin’ in the snow.”

“The Colonel was so mean that he done tore down the Roller Rink because teenagers was spendin’ too much time there for free and so he built a movie theatre just so he could charge twenty cents a head. He tried to pass a town ordinance outlawin’ The Colored Brigade Brass Band, just because he hated all kinds of music and he said that cornet players corrupted the town’s impressionable youth.”

“Y’see, by about 1913 Noxtown had split off from old Town and become a community in its own right. The town fathers, so called, including Cokey Stolas, they acted all biggity because they had their own waterfall. But when the mills closed down in the depression they didn’t act biggity no more! That’s when pimpin’ and drug runnin’ became the town’s chief means of support. Men with pushcarts was hustled for shakedown money—it was actually a vendor’s license, they called it, but that’s what it amounted to.  It was a rogue burg if ever there was one. There was illegal fireworks on the fourth of July, and who cares if some kid had his eyes put out on account of some fool swingin’ a lit cracker on the end of a string?”

“Oh—and that chopped up body of the girl as was found in river downstream from the wooden dam? They never pinned that one on Stolas, but everybody knowed he had a hand in it. He lived on God’s Little Island in a six-sided house with stone wolves guarding the iron gate, which was done up in a spider-web pattern. And that was the last place the pore girl was seen alive. Some passer-by out for a walk spotted her peerin’ out from a lunette window in the front gable at about 6am.”

“He was a dreadfully fat man when he got old–his red face all twisted up in vice and hatred. You’d spy him about town—he warn’t bashful—eatin’ creampuffs in Libby’s Bakery or taking in the sun down by the Swastika Canoe House or coolin’ off over t’ Bowen’s Ice House or holdin’ court at Jack’s Smoke Shop. You’d see him with a towel wrapped around his flab sweatin’ off a hangover at the New Hygeia Bath House and Spa. Sometimes you’d even see him lollin’ in a painted wooden chair pickin’ his teeth right outside of Kinnane’s Bait Shop—which he also owned– right across the street from the Pink Elephant Restaurant, where he liked to have his lunch. He’d always order the same thing—fried egg sandwich—and he’d never leave a tip.”
 
“Night-times, you could find him at Cappy’s Bar and Grill, or the White Horse Tavern, or in the lobby of the Dewey Hotel or every Saturday at the Hotel Belvedere down by the train station. He had him an “office” back of Champs’ Ringside Bar, right acrost from The Hotel Ferncroft=–also near the train station–where Tandy says he’d hire thugs to do his dirty work—collecting money for the volunteer fireman’s ball and doin’ various jobs of work for the Citywide Improvement Agency, which was mostly devoted to strikebreaking and pulling dirty tricks on known Wobblies and ‘troublemakers.’”

“The old rogue was by no means a pious man, but many’s the Sunday you’d see him make the rounds at one of his favored places of worship: The Park Place Congregational Church where all the well-bred people went dressed all in their finery and flummery and with limousines to pick them up in the parking lot. Or maybe you’d see him at the Church of the Good Shepherd, where all his employees at his worsted mill and his lime kiln and his shot lead factory and his stone crushing plant and his sugar refinery and his stinkin’ fish cannery and his powdered snuff mill all attended mass—if they knew what was good for them. Or he’d drop in and charm the old dowagers at The Church of Our Faith Is Our Strength, or show up and openly and ostentatiously drop a twenty dollar bill into the collection basket at The Graystone Primitive Assembly of God Church. “

“But the Colonel was not by nature a holy man, or a Godly man, and everybody knew it. He was a man who hated people with a passion.”

“And the people he hated above all others were what he was pleased to call ‘the indigent’.”

 “And this is why his story and Cadger Tandy’s story intersected–and in a most unusual way.”

Previous: http://www.thenoiseboard.com/index.php?showtopic=218311&st=25&gopid=3853264&#entry3853264

1*SALUTATION
THROWING MUSES
SNAILHEAD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LX6CDMHSOEA

CRY BABY CRY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DH8ToSPaHNk

RAISE THE ROSES
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3H-C_mTnfzQ

SIX MORE SONGS FROM THE DOGHOUSE CASSETTE
http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/The+Doghouse+Cassette/5447746

2*REFERENCE
COWS, PIGS, WARS AND WITCHES
http://www.scribd.com/doc/127338546/Marvin-Harris-Cows-Pigs-Wars-and-Witches

3*HUMOR
YET ANOTHER…MUSIC FESTIVAL
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151713353828277&set=a.63028243276.74611.6049803276&type=1&relevant_count=1

4*NOVELTY
DIFFERENT FEET, DIFFERENT ROOTS
http://themetapicture.com/different-roots/

5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
BOBBY FULLER FOUR
LET HER DANCE
This video is like some sort of tribal Love God Ritual.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bP9Xc9Nq4YU

6* DAILY UTILITY
25 HANDY WORDS THAT SIMPLY DON’T EXIST IN ENGLISH
http://sobadsogood.com/2012/04/29/25-words-that-simply-dont-exist-in-english/

7*CARTOON
MUNSON PADDOCK, COMIC BOOK PIONEER
VIA MARK NEWGARDEN
Munson Leroy Paddock (1886-1970) “was an illustrator, a commercial artist, a photographer, a collector of railroad photographs and memorabilia and an artist in the earliest comic books,” according to Jim Vadeboncoeur, Jr.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Munson-Paddock/307430419288

8*PRESCRIPTION
A CLOWN’S NO GOOD
This is a song I first heard as an album-only track on the original issue of the first Merry-Go-Round LP. Unfortunately, their version is not available on youtube. It’s a great song which I suspect is intended to speak to the condition of entertainers in general.
Clown’s No Good:
The E-Types
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQP_WjyB_gg
Emmitt Rhodes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7y5BAM-qSxM

9*RUMOR PATROL
RICHARD SMOLEY AND MITCH HOROWITZ
THE STATE OF THE OCCULT
http://www.realitysandwich.com/state_occult_2013

10* LAGNIAPPE
THE SEEDS
PUSHIN’ TOO HARD
ON THE TV SHOW “THE MOTHERS-IN-LAW”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=pKc4-NU9oP8

Via: http://dangerousminds.net/comments/nuggets_on_video_sixties_garage_rock_proto-punk_megapost_part_1

11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA

WALTER SICKERT & THE ARMY OF BROKEN TOYS
Soft Time Traveler
18 tracks

Billed as a multi-media album, this collection features a variety of song stylings from the ever-innovative and ever versatile Walter Sickert and company. That there is something special and even uncommon about the experience of seeing the band live is undeniable; reviews often focus upon the spectacle of the band, and its carnival-like aspects. These studio recordings are densely textured and full of colorful touches which help the listener prepare for the live experience, but are also intriguing in their own right.  The first three tunes are served up relatively straight.  “Devil’s in the Details 1” is an ominous manifesto; “Survive Songbird 1” is a careering fiddle-slathered declamatory of schizoid intensity, while the instrumental backing of “Baba Yaga 1” partakes more of exotica—as Sickert sing-speaks (in his inimitable fashion) a foreboding tale, you halfway expect the hairy legendary Russian witch’s face to come looming up in front of you. On “Pornival 1” things get weird—a plinky tune is undermined and overwhelmed by an unbearable drum solo. “Soldiers Came 1,” however, is sublime—a heartfelt and enduring string-driven song of loss and regret. This is followed by the almost unbearably pretty “Radioactive Brush 1,” the emotive “Walls,” and the hallucinatory “Dead Cowboys” with its dada-esque lyrics and deadpan despair. Nearly all the songs on this collection—even the frivolous numbers like “Atom Bomb”—are worthy of note. Some are downright brilliant, particularly the heartening off-kilter love song “Droog and Devotchka,” the wrenchingly emotive march “Little Paper Song,” and, possibly the best-of-show, the outstanding, truly epic “28 Seeds.”  Sickert and his co-conspirators seem to follow a sometimes brutal but often surprisingly graceful musical philosophy of what the Russians call Ostranie—the art of making familiar things strange. It is an aesthetic gamble which on this collection pays off in spades about four times out of five—which is a truly high ratio of accomplishment by any standard.         

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE. 681.
WONDER WOMAN
Let’s face it: Wonder Woman was never good. Most of the time the comic books she has appeared in were hardly even tolerable. Except for its weird masochistic subtext, the Golden age stuff is unreadable; the silver age stuff is goofy and utterly childish and sometimes even idiotic; the less said about the bronze age version, the better; and all of the character’s iterations from the 1980s onward have been either solemn and dull or just plain dull. The only halfway good Wonder Woman tale I have ever seen is this one :
http://www.amazon.com/Wonder-Woman-Hiketeia-Greg-Rucka/dp/1563899140

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