MTX Ain’t Noise Pollution
Dr Frank Weakly Reader for 02.07.2020
Hello and welcome to another Dr Frank Weakly Reader. As usual, I have produced an edited, augmented, illustrated compendium of the week that was, for archival and search purposes, mostly, but also for “fun.” If you’re only idly following me on one of those social medias you’re not getting the full picture, because, well two reasons: (1) the social medias manipulate “content” and hide things from users for dark, skulldugerous reasons of their own; and (2) I’ve stopped trying on many of them for just that reason. Why type something that won’t be seen by anyone? (I realize that’s precisely what I’m doing right now. However, anyone who reads this, if such there be, will see it all, nothing hidden nothing manipulated.) On Facebook, which is still quite undeservedly used as the “front end” for the internet by almost everyone, I’ve basically just given up. I post the “features” like Song for Odin just for formality’s sake, but I will often give this or that item a miss.
Anyway, the introduction finished, it’s time to move on to the weak that was.
— Mtx forever: Yow, just got word that the LPs should arrive by the end of the week. Hard to believe, after all these years (literally.) The “dibs” reserve list is full now and then some, but you can still get on the waiting list. (Not only does that give you a chance to get on the main list if anyone drops out, but you’ll also get other offers and advance opportunities just from being on the list. It is good stuff.)
I’m already on the list, but if you want on go here.
More to come on this in the coming weeks.
Here, once again, are the relevant dates still to come:
— 02.14.2020 : “dibs” ordering opens (when the emails with the buy links are sent out)
— 03.02.2020: “dibs” orders ship
— 03.13.2020: street date (for the standard weight “normal” pressing)
MTX IS THE OPLIUM OF THE PIPPLE
— You can put up a pic on your Spotify page, which I do when I think of doing it, and this time I randomly chose Klode’s MTX Shards / Beatles mashup, which never gets old, or hasn’t yet at any rate.
— I named this glitter after a song by my favorite punk band: Love Is Dead make-up, seen on the internet.
— MTX ranked, by me, courtesy of Dan Ozzi: the ranking itself was artificial and not too important but was a pretext for a conversation which turned out to be quite good. A lot of people have pointed out that I’m a bit hard on myself here, which is probably true, but I have a complicated relationship with this stuff, which could hardly be otherwise
The bit inset, on the subject of the controversiality of Alcatraz, is maybe the highlight. Yes, that really happened.
— Did you come because your uncle was turning the plate recently? More great moments in Google translate, from the Japanese.
— Doctor and Carol and Jimmy and Alice: The Mr T Experience — “A Song about a Girl Who Went Shopping”, live in Hamburg Germany July 1992.
And speaking of, thanks to everyone who responded to my begging post and subscribed to my channel.
“Les desafiné una canción…” “You Today” that is.
As this is not on YouTube, I can’t add it to my YouTube covers playlistobviously, but if you’d like to hear other such covers found on the internet you can follow that link and find some.
DON’T HATE THE ONES WHO BRING YOU DR FRANK
— If you can find a Kalamazoo era (pre-1974 ish) Gibson or Epiphone electric in good working order you will be happy with it for the rest of your life… some guitar Q. & A. (I’m the A.)
— Yesterday rules: c’est moi, here (and at left) doing vox at the Yesterday Rules recording sessions. Those glasses had been left behind by someone in the studio and I wore them as a sort of prop, as one does. The studio owner/engineer said I looked like a villain from The Rockford Files and insisted that I keep them, which I did (and I still have them though they need a bit of repair at the moment.) Ray Ban Olympus model, I think they are.
— Dept. of bons mots:
Sometimes it’s the holidays you don’t celebrate that are the most meaningful, e.g., Football, Burning Man…
I suppose this is a sort of hypocrisy, not caring at all about sports yet nevertheless feeling a momentary involuntary sense of well-being upon learning that the local team has lost.
— Watching Night Gallery (on the 4th DVD of the box set) and it really takes me directly back to when I was eight years old, feeling like maybe the thing to do probably was to dedicate my life to Satan. (For the women, basically.)
— Still don’t know where Dan Treacy lives… revisiting an old rumination on music, personal mythology, and the Television Personalities: “Yes, Darling but Is It Art?”
— Noir City 2020: Reached the end on Sunday, ten days of double (and a couple of quadruple) bills. It was great as usual, though because of the international theme much of the material was really on the periphery of film noir per se, at least as most people define it. There were certainly some astonishing experiences, which is, you know, the point of film going and of such festivals. (Which are few and far between these days… in fact I know of no other than Noir City currently running, which is a shame. I used to go to many such when I was younger.)
Anyway, I mentioned some highlights last week — The Housemaid, The Long Haul, Le Doulos, The Beast Must Die, Panique,…and the Fifth Horseman Is Fear.
The final night, though, was really a home run, with two simply stunning films I’d never seen before. A Woman’s Face is a 1938 Swedish film I’d never heard of, in which the face of the twenty-three-year-old Ingrid Bergman is in essence a character all its own. And of course it is a beautiful face, even, in its way, in its initial deformed state, but there’s more to it than that. I’m finding it hard to explain without more effort than I’m willing to put into writing this thing no one will read. I think you have to see it, and on a big screen, to see what I’m talking about.
And as for Ashes and Diamonds: well, I’m similarly speechless. It blew me away in every sense of that word. I know the title sounds like it’s a shop in Brooklyn that sells artisan aprons, but don’t let that deter you. It’s a true masterpiece, possibly the greatest film I’ve ever seen.
OTHER PEOPLE’S MUSIC
— Andy Gill, the Gang of Four guitar player, died. I still think of him as a young man till I think about it and was surprised to be faced with the contrary reality which is I guess what happens when one gets old oneself. Huge figure in my little world, and a genuine loss to the greater world of course. I found out via twitter, which is how I usually find out when famous people have died.
In fact, that very morning I’d woken up singing the bit of the song “Return the Gift” that goes “please send me evenings and weekends.” (Singing it in my head, mostly, with possible traces of audible bleed through, as one does.) Which was sort of spooky, I suppose.
— The British Lions — “Eat the Rich”:
First heard this on the radio in 1978 when it came out and it made a huge impression on me, though I wasn’t able to tell (as I can now) that this band was mainly former members of Mott the Hoople. Another one that was playing in my head when I woke up one day.
— Behold: out of body; it’s all in the game; love by the piano; lotta snarking about his drink after I posted it, but, well, there’ll always be a Clint Eastwood; not Elaine; odd shaped eye-glasses express personality…
IN THE NEWS
— “…uh, yikes”: A quote from Dictionary.com’s helpful Socialism vs. Communism explainer (but applicable in so many situations.) Also this: “although communism is a form of socialism … it’s definitely the rotten egg of the two.” Definitely.
— Welcome to dystopia… a machine that monitor workplace conversations and calls you out on “implicit bias” and other etiquette lapses revealing possible thought crimes. What could go wrong?
— Spotify gobbles up another chunk of the world: the Ringer writers probably already get paid next to nothing like all writers, but I hope those without trust funds like their new micro-payment breakdown that meticulously tracks each sub-fraction of their $0.000000000008 paycheck.
— Florida troopers find narcotics in bag labeled ‘Bag Full of Drugs’
— Russian priests must stop blessing nuclear weapons, says Russian Orthodox Church patriarch (via my old schoolmate Dave).
— Kirk Douglas died, aged 103. Here he is in my favorite of his movies, Detective Story:
And that’ll wrap it up for the Dr Frank Weakly Reader this week. But for those who’ve made it this far down the page, here’s a naked lady playing a ukulele and smoking a cigar:
See you next week.