Pray for us, Angels
Hello and welcome to yet another Dr Frank Weakly Reader, that thing I do where I index myself on the internet because this thing ain’t gonna index itself. Just in case I ever need to search for anything. Searching is almost impossible when it comes to social media, which I hate. Sometimes there are heavy weeks, while sometimes they are light, and this is rather a light one because, well, it’s been kind of a strange one and I’ve been a bit distracted. In such situations, my drive for pointless, meaningless, fumbling self-promotion tends to flag, and suffer.
I’m not going to say anything much about this big, weird election, except to note that it is (still) happening. I find it all keenly interesting, but I am, I believe, at least slightly unusual as a contemporary American human in that I genuinely don’t take this sort of thing personally like most people seem to do.
Here’s how I put it a couple of years back, under the quasi-ironic title of “Manifesto”:
I don’t care who wins the sports, I don’t care who wins the awards, and I don’t even care all that much who wins the politics. I’m missing that vicarious competition “gene” that makes people feel other people’s wins as personal triumphs and losses as personal tragedies: I can fake it, but in reality it’s just not there. I realize this makes me quite peculiar, but it’s only one of many such things I expect.
I don’t get anything out of collective anguish or collective jubilation, and in fact I recoil from it. It’s not exhilarating. It’s alarming, if anything, and frequently has terrible results. (More on that here, in a little thing I wrote, I Am Spock.)
All that said, the result that seems likely here doesn’t seem like the worst thing in the world: the bull in the china shop replaced by something less chaotic, but on a narrow enough basis that the new owners won’t be able to do too much of the crazy stuff they were supposedly planning. Checks and balances. No grand schemes. Kind of a relief. Still, these are treacherous waters, I suppose, and a lot can go wrong, and we need all the help we can get, so yeah, Angels, go ahead and do your stuff. Thanks.
— RAD-014–7: You can still pre-order the Sounds Radical “Alternative Is Here to Stay” seven inch and the shirt and/or “hoodie” to go along with it, if you like. Both are limited, and when they’re gone they’re gone.
The latest news is that the first “dibs” pressing (red and black smoke vinyl) is officially all gone, tapped out, kicked, as they say.
The second pressing, on red vinyl, can be pre-ordered till they’re gone as well. After that, we’ll see. Official release date is November 12, and the mailing will go out shortly thereafter. Have fun.
— RAD-013: The The Mr T Experience… and the Women Who Love Them re-issue, that is.
You can still get it from Sounds Radical — I believe we’re on to the third limited pressing now, a deep opaque red.
— Records are great:
— RAD-009: Yes, Mtx forever. Still a thing that you can get:
THE WONDERFUL HORRIBLE WORLD OF MTX
— Demented Ravings of the Mr T Experience: ODIN XXVIII, feat.“My Stupid Life,” Tapin’ Up My Heart,” “She Said Yeah,” “The Dustbin of History,” “I Wanna Ramone You,” “New Girlfriend.” The latest compendium, on Medium.
— Weird morning, lots going on, and Song for Odin was a bit distracted, so rather than try to phone it in, it took the week off. It’ll see you next week.
In the meantime:
— Somebody Who Cares: in other Odin news, this video of “Somebody Who Cares” live in Toronto, got a big bump in views on YouTube this week.
It was a Song for Odin about a year ago (“minor secrets” here) so it may have had something to do with that FB “memories” thing or something algorithmic — or maybe somebody linked. When I say “big bump,” that’s relative. It was only 125 views or so, but it’s noticeable on a small channel like mine. For whatever reason thanks. And if you’d care to go to my channel and subscribe, I’d appreciate it. I mean, it can’t hurt, as far as I can see,
DR FRANK FOLLIES
— Teach your children well: a memory and cautionary tale.
OTHER PEOPLE’S MUSIC
— Good morning world — The Bugaloos — “Gna Gna Gna Gna Gna”:
— Roman calendar: All Hallows Eve / “Reformation Day” colored woodcut; Sedlec Ossuary, Kutna Hora; Feast of All Saints; All Souls Day; the vision of Saint Hubert, in stained glass (it was with this image that I first began following the church calendar with such posts, several years ago now; it’s been an education); Charles Borromeo in a quite remarkable recent painting by Giovanni Gasparro; Feast of the Holy Relics…
…and: Saint Leonard of Limoges / Noblac, patron saint of prisoners and, in my mind, as a sort of personal conceit, of criminal justice reform and thus very near and dear to my heart. Ora pro nobis:
— Other: alive, yet not alive; Charles Hewitt’s Graveyard Kiss; electric knife used to restore lost sanity; Blair played guitar; now that’s art; Dean Martin reading a pamphlet called The Drinking Man’s Diet…; and here’s what it looked like after our man Klode got a hold of it:
IN THE NEWS
— RIP, Sean Connery:
And that’ll do it for the Weakly Reader this week. But for those who’ve made it this far down the page, here’s Audrey Hepburn:
See you next week.