17 December 2010

soul warming soul food at CoraFaye's Cafe

just demolished a plate of smothered chicken, rice & gravy, greens w/ pepper sauce, candied yams, cornbread, and sweet tea. i mean, this is what i am talking about.

and i'm in Colorado. places like this are jewels, especially this far away from the South. this is at CoraFaye's Cafe in Denver - i highly recommend it.

catfish, neckbones, three different shades of Kool Aid... fried chicken & waffles, even chittlins... i love food, and these are the essentials that i'm missing in my life. i'd cook it every night if i had the time, but that - again - is what makes places like CoraFaye's so great - someone is taking the time to put their soul in the food and it is phenomenal.

16 December 2010

i'm sick of James Franco

why is it that James Franco, an actor, goes back to film school and, because he's an actor, people are just bedazzled by his awful films??? i know why: because he's just so damn hot. this is what's ruining america. this and the fashionably terrible mustache. did i mention how much i love trends and those that dive into them?

simply because he is a famous, lusted-after-by-most-every-woman actor... so hip and so trendy... meanwhile, there are actual "film makers" who make films worth watching - sadly most of us will never see them. yet, james franco gets write-ups in Esquire and such magazines on a regular basis. honestly, i think Esquire just wants to suck his dick.

here's a clip from his student film The Feast of Stephen which is not at all incredible in any sense of the word: http://www.movieline.com/2010/02/hang-time-its-james-francos-queer-naked-basketball-short-nsfw.php

after watching this short clip, like the boy at the end who leaps over a wall, i shared the same sentiment of leaping off of a cliff. i understand that art can be stretched to the utmost limits these days, but really. not only is the naked male body not something that should be plastered in full frontals, but dudes playing basketball stark naked... ? yeah, try to sell that argument to me and i'll go buy a pogo stick.

10 December 2010

play the blues, punk!

http://thejonspencerbluesexplosion.com/

in the midst of recent boredom of my music collection, i revisited many artists i had previously left behind for some odd reason. the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion is one of those bands that i liked but never loved. until now. funny how time passes and things relapse and old habits become new, but i'm now diggin' them more than ever. maybe it's the fact that i love R.L. Burnside so much and the fact that Jon Spencer had so much respect for him and Junior Kimbrough and the other lesser known blues legends that made me return to great albums like Orange and Now I Got Worry, but it just makes me think also about the fact that music, like books, is something that you can get sick of - but as soon as you let it be, you find yourself thinking right back to it.

i just apprehended the remastered versions of most of the Blues Explosion and i'm enjoying every ripping minute. i remember back when myself, Owen, and the jew saw the Blues Explosion open up for Modest Mouse before they became less modest and too popular. now this was in New Orleans in 2001 or so back when you could do whatever the fuck you wanted to do in New Orleans and it was cool - as long as you didn't stab anyone. now we were all in rare form because it was the jew's birthday and we were raring to get at it. plus, the Les Claypool Frog Brigade was opening for Galactic the next night, so this was just a warm up. without delving into any individual state of being, we were right on time and not expecting much from the show but a good time out, aural and visual stimulation to keep our minds focused, and New Orleans. but i'll honestly admit i've never felt compelled to plug my ears during a show - but Jon Spencer provided plenty of opportunity.

this was during the lesser vivid points in my life, so i'm bereft of detail, but i know one thing: the jew was having issues because the Blue Explosion was getting to him. this is when i know there's a force to be reckoned with. owen partook in less than the rest, but knew what we were seeing and we were both pretty much looking at each other in the most inquisitive way that says mutually, "jesus christ, these guys are fucking rocking my head." the awful girl with big lips from The Real World: New Orleans was there, and i'm very sure we scared her away. not rare form for us, but you can only share with those you respect. you were on tv. congrats. you still suck.

amongst the operative clouds around us at the CAC, no one was really paying much attention to the Blues Explosion; i mean, three white guys, one wearing leather pants who seems to try to sound too much like Elvis, playing "the blues" isn't too much of a draw for most people. but holy shit, these guys were doing for blues what R.L. did once he got Cedric and Kenny Brown behind him and turned up the electric sound. unreal. it was one of those quandaries where you peak after the opening band and the billed band is but background fodder. pretty much because i couldn't hear correctly after Jon Spencer left the stage. just the way i like it.

but i'm thoroughly enjoying my revisitation of the Blues Explosion and am hoping that i can catch them on the road sometime. in all honesty, i found it very strange that their records have been remastered since hardly anyone i know has ever heard of them. but i'm glad. very glad.

i miss R.L. a whole lot and if you ever read any interviews with Jon Spencer, it makes me feel good to listen to someone who literally stood in awe of such a man in his presence. i got chills reading a quote by Jon, regarding his recording An Ass Pocket of Whiskey with R.L. in Oxford, MS:

“It was pretty intimidating to go down [to Mississippi] and record with R.L. since he’s such an idol of mine,” says Spencer, who toured with the guitarist/singer in 1995. “You definitely get the feeling you’re playing for him, rather than with him."

my cousin was tour manager for R.L. and took him to Europe and such and tells me stories that make me appreciate R.L. for the simple man he was. i beat myself up every time i listen to the man regretting the fact that i took him for granted in my college years when he'd play frat house parties and R.L. wasn't the focus for me. fucking regret it every day. i've had the pleasure and luck to hang out with Kenny Brown and Cedric Burnside and relished every minute, i've shot the shit with B.B. King multiple times - but, now, can only imagine the complete awe i would feel to hang with R.L. and hear those stories in person.

these kinds of artists are the ones that never get the fame they deserve, but that's what i love. i don't even think the Blues Explosion wants the fame: they already own it. that's special. they haven't sold out and they won't. that's special. the blues is something special - and i'm not just talking about the Delta blues. there are other facets and the MS hill country blues is something that people like Kenny Brown are keeping alive. and you know what? Kenny doesn't want fame, recognition or anything of the like for himself. R.L. adopted him as his own son, and Kenny plays for R.L. and his family - not for himself. that's special. something you'll never see unless you're at Roosters on a slow night with Sox, drunk as hell listening to Kenny Brown wail on a slide guitar. nothin' like it.

lookin' for tour dates, Jon. play the blues, punk!

Eduardo Navas: i'm a fan

http://remixtheory.net/

i'm just sharing a site by author/blogger/scholar on Remix Theory, Eduardo Navas. my extreme interest in dub reggae and music as a whole brought me to this guy's writings and inspired me to think about dub as a cultural movement, not just a sub-genre of reggae. thanks, Eduardo.

you can read more about Eduardo and his work @ http://www.navasse.net/docs/index.php.

"tokyo compression" Michael Wolf

http://www.photomichaelwolf.com/tokyo_compression/index.html

a very cool photographic documentation of the misery of riding on a subway in Tokyo, Japan. boy, do these people look fucking miserable.

the other photography is pretty cool as well. check it out.

if i were ever to have to find myself in such a situation, i'd certainly rant about it. still, japan (or at least Tokyo) is not on my urgent "must see places" list.

excuse me, Mr. Awesome...


http://www.boingboing.net/2010/12/07/captain-awesome-and.html

kudos to the former Douglas Smith, who has formally changed his name to Captain Awesome. um... what can anyone say about this other than the fact that it's pretty awesome. of all the freedoms that we do or don't have, if you don't like your name, and you want to change it - apparently you can change it to pretty much whatever the fuck you want it to be.

and your signature can be a smiley face.

"Yes, Ma, we fought back... even though only with our mouths." -- Minke to Nyai Ontosoroh

http://www.npr.org/2010/12/10/131938174/for-china-s-absent-nobel-winner-a-lasting-reward

in the light of this morning's quasi-awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize, i'd like to give a big middle finger to China for being such a dickhead in regards to Liu Xiaobo and his freedom as a human being to express his personal thoughts through literature and social change. Liu is currently imprisoned and his wife is being held under house arrest - and because of this, because of China's relentless hold on their people's self expression, Liu will not technically receive the award, although it has been awarded to him by the Nobel committee. what a shame...

you can read all you want about Liu and this situation today in the news, but once i heard this, i immediately thought of a similar past situation in Indonesia, with an seldom-mentioned, little known author (at least in the western hemisphere) named Pramoedya Ananta Toer (commonly, as i will refer to him, known as Pram). you should read about him: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pramoedya_Ananta_Toer


basically, Pram was imprisoned for speaking out against the Suhartan regime in Indonesia through his literary works. he was imprisoned and banished to the island of Buru where he constructed his quartet of novels, The Buru Quartet, which narrates the story of a mixed race boy in Indonesia in the aftermath of the colonial Dutch rule over the country. post-colonialism is in full effect, Japanese immigrants are flowing into Indonesia to flee persecution in their own country, and the reader is given an in-depth look into racial, cultural, and political tensions in every facet of Indonesian life. this in-depth detail upset the government, leading them to ban the possession of any book written by Pram. many people went to jail in defiance for simply possessing a book. any similarities in today's news???

Pram was considered for the Nobel Prize for literature, yet his imprisonment and the government's attitude towards the author wouldn't allow such an award. he spent about 20 years in Buru, and upon release, he was put under house arrest until 1992. he died in 2006 from complications from diabetes and heart issues, suspected remnants from his abusive imprisonment in Buru. he also smoked the shit out of clove cigarettes.

i wrote a scholarly paper on the first book in The Buru Quartet, titled This Earth of Mankind, so i've done extensive research on Indonesian culture during the time of the Dutch pulling out of their colonial prowess in the country. i've also read enough about Pram to realize that he got screwed over in the very same fashion that Liu is getting screwed by over-controlling, communist government. at the time of the novel, post-colonial effects were just coming to light as Dutch officials elected local Indonesian powers, who in turn saw themselves as the "white" power in the country. the result was a widespread intensity of racial division and hatred, from the upper echelon of society (those in power) to the lower (peasants and mixed-race Indonesians). of course at the time, the Dutch rule remained while they claimed to be "pulling out" (hmmm, Iraq war, unprotected sex.... pulling out doesn't ever really seem to work, does it? always a trickle of something left behind... and that usually ain't no good). the dissidence caused by the writings of the protagonist in the novels, Minke (Indonesian for "monkey," as he was ridiculed by most everyone), puts him at great risk as the government, newspaper editors and backers, and most others in power saw him to be a great threat to the hold they all had over information and it's distribution to the people.

things never change: (from Wikipedia, unfortunately...)

This Earth of Mankind was banned by the Attorney General of Indonesia in 1981 on the grounds that it promoted Marxist-Leninist doctrines and Communism, even though neither doctrine is mentioned in the book.

Initially, the Ampat Lima printing house, which actually printed This Earth of Mankind, were asked not to produce any more works published by Hastra Mitra. The editors of major media organizations were contacted, to the effect that they were not allowed to review or praise This Earth of Mankind or any other of Pramoedya's works.

In April 1981, various New Order youth groups held discussion sessions which criticized the work of Pramoedya. These discussions were trumpeted by the mass media as evidence of the disapproval of 'the people'. Subsequently, these discussions provided an important justification for the eventual banning of the work by the Attorney General. New Order mouthpieces such as Suara Karya, Pelita and Karya Dharma began publishing criticisms of This Earth of Mankind and its author.

The Association of Indonesian Publishers (IKAPI), which were organizing an exhibition of the books of that year, suddenly sent a letter to the address of Hasta Mitra, revoking Hasta Mitra's membership in the association, despite the fact that the committee had been enthusiastic about inviting the publisher to become a member and be involved in its activities. Newspapers which had previously been sympathetic became increasingly reluctant to give space to the author, and there were even several pieces of writing, ready to be published, which were suddenly rejected just because their authors had praised the work of Pramoedya.

Finally, on the 29th May 1981, the Attorney General published regulation SK-052/JA/5/1981 about the banning of This Earth of Mankind and its sequel Child of All Nations (Anak Semua Bangsa). In the regulation, among other things, were mentioned a letter from Suharto which had been written a week previously, and a meeting with the Minister of the Interior on the 18th May 1981. The banning of the book was entirely political and had nothing to do with the books' literary qualities, scholarly arguments nor the official reason that the books were pro-communist.

All bookshops and agents were visited by people from the Attorney General's office and all copies of This Earth of Mankind and Child of All Nations were confiscated. In fact, several of them took the initiative and voluntarily surrendered copies of the books. However, by August 1981, only 972 copies of the books had been confiscated from the close to 20,000 copies in circulation.

In September 1981, the translator of This Earth of Mankind into English, Maxwell Lane, a staff member of the Australian Embassy in Jakarta, was recalled home by the Australian Government. The Ampat Lima company, which had originally printed the two novels also ceased trading because of pressure from the Attorney General's office and the Interior Ministry.

Pram didn't even write the books that make up the Buru Quartet. he orated the tales to his fellow inmates, who took up his prison work just to hear him continue the tales. he wasn't allowed a pencil or paper in prison. the power of words is far greater than that of the pen.

just think about it for a second though... in 1980, a novel written by Pram was banned and he was placed under house arrest. 1980 and the post-colonial powers of censorship and mandated silence are still in effect to the point that a - then - old man is forced to remain at home under the powers of the government, even after they kept him sequestered to a prison island. the most miraculous thing of all, and this is what completely amazes me about this man, is that his imprisonment is what lead to his most influential and powerful work. this is the thing that amazes me about post-colonial studies and cultures: the people who have been shat on, for centuries, bullied and put down by more powerful forces tend to produce the most powerful and most moving works of art. those whose governments strip them of most all human freedoms and they overcome with pure imagination and sheer will of the mind and the heart.

and still, today, this sheer will to be free and defy the powers that be is smothered by big government. not only is Liu suffering for exercising freedoms, but after the announcement of his Nobel Prize award, the Chinese government immediately placed his wife on house arrest - with no charge for any offense. how can these things be? i completely understand cultural and social difference - and also understand that just because i believe something should be blue doesn't mean that someone in China has to believe the same thing; yet, shouldn't they have the right to believe, even if they aren't allowed to paint it blue, that it should be blue. and have the right to speak out, "this should be blue." it's hard to believe these days with big government that one person can really scare the shit out of them to this point. today's imprisonment of Liu and the past imprisonment of Pram explicitly reflect a vile and blatant attack on individual human rights and freedoms.

maybe it's the fact that literature is taking a back seat to more popular and digital forms of media these days. no one reads anymore unless everyone's reading it (i.e. Steig Larsson's The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo). i've never come across another person in my life that's even heard of Pramoedya Ananta Toer, let alone read anything written by an Indonesian author. please, please, read more. buy books because they aren't going to be around (in print form) for very long. by 2014 the world will be digital and we'll be forced to read everything on a Kindle or electronic device. our eyes will begin to revolt and burn from constantly looking at a screen, rather than a printed page. you won't be able to underline your favorite passages; you won't be able to fold corners or scribble sudden breakthroughs in ideas that are storming through your head at the time you read a sentence...

if you want to change your perspective and enrich your life, read This Earth of Mankind. defy post-colonial bullshit and read what Indonesian governments are afraid you'll read. do the same with Liu's work. read it. learn something. get upset about things like this - we all should.