…I might not suck at.
…I might not suck at.
Old Rare New: The Independent Record Shop
The book we want.
“Emma Pettit, formerly of the Institute of Contemporary Arts, has travelled across the UK and America into these eclectic spaces of musical exchange, interviewing record shop owners, collectors and musicians to provide a rich account of the increasingly rare independent record shop.”
Includes 160 b/w and colour illustrations. $20.42 at Amazon
Arkitip Magazine comes out 4 times a year and costs $95/year. I know. Each issue features one artist/collaborator and some sort of artwork. Past collabs included Shepard Fairey, Peter Saville (pictured of Joy Division LP cover fame), Tommy Guerrero, KAWS and many more.
Japanese obsessiveness fixated on generic vintage American work clothes = exacting and beautiful wearable reproductions. $170 delivered. I know.
2009 reissue limited edition of 250 boxed double LPs includes fine art print of the front sleeve signed by Steven Stapleton. Whip it good.
Comte de Lautreamont
And you should read the novel that the NWW LP title is based on. One of the most wicked books around. The surrealists wouldn’t have been nearly as surreal without it.
No 8 Opinel Knife
Everyone needs one. $9.00
“It isn’t necessary to imagine too much of what happened inside 821 Sixth Avenue from 1957 to 1965. Smith documented the goings-on with more than one thousand rolls of film (roughly forty thousand exposures), both inside the building and through his fourth-floor window. He also wired the building from the sidewalk to the top (fifth) floor and made 1,740 reels of audio recordings.”
Another remarkable obsession captured. $24 at Amazon.
An independent music explorer
Limited Edition deluxe 7 LP box set + 94 page booklet. Over 30 new songs, covers, “to pieces recorded in the garage with his kids”. $118 at Amazon
The Red Book
Jung’s ” confrontation with the unconscious” which he withheld from publishing during his lifetime because he thought people would think he was crazy. Includes over 200 color illustrations (fucking beautiful ones to boot!) by Jung.
Available at Amazon for $114.07
a vintage accordion or farfisa pianorgan
Come on, you know you’ll be happier with one of these in your life.
An etching by Lucian Freud. (I can dream can’t I?)
a mechanical Victrola so you can listen to 78s during thunder storms
A Forced Exposure gift certificate
for 1 million dollars
A Mill. $450,000 (negotiable)
60 EAST 3RD STREET, NEW YORK, NY, 10003-9239, USA
12:00 – 8:00 EVERY DAY
Mini-label (Wolf Eyes, Hair Police…), audio services purveyor, distributor and record store, Hospital Productions also released Cold Cave‘s Cremations. And another tidbit unearthed at the last Monkeyhaus during a conversation with Patrick – they have a bunch of Cold Cave‘s Love Comes Close, the LP Matador is re-releasing in November. Get ‘em while they last.
Patrick also says Hospital has lots of ‘sick shit’ and the owner is super-cool&nice.
Live at the Witch Trials
(I love this record and have been on the lookout for months)
Brotherhood of Breath
Chris McGregor’s Brotherhood of Breath
(A big band Mahavishnu Martin Denny from 1971)
(First LP released on Throbbing Gristle’s Industrial Music 1980)
(Don’s Cherry’s First Blue Note LP from 1966 and a 100% all-round killer)
The New Music
Stockhausen, Penderecki, Brown, Pousseur
(I’ve been looking for a copy of Penderecki’s Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima the most harrowing 9:44 on record. Performed by the Rome Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Bruno Maderna this is a beautifully recorded and performed record. The Stockhausen is also delicious)
Beers, Steers + Queers
(What more can I say? Oh yea, this is a picture disk)
(Since you really don’t want to go to bed on Beers, Steers + Queers, a little Gal for sunnier dreams)
Sam Lowry: I only know you got the wrong man.
Jack Lint: Information Transit got the wrong man. I got the *right* man. The wrong one was delivered to me as the right man, I accepted him on good faith as the right man. Was I wrong?
There’s nothing like a semi-stupor-ed visit to Tropicalia in Furs especially when fuelled by very fond and newly minted memories of Lula and ZÃ© dancing in my head to the tune of hand-drawn Otter Creek Imperial IPA. I walked in on a cloud and walked out with an arm-full of Tropicalia (not to mention a lighter load in my wallet). A wonderful night with fond musical memories stored on vinyl for easy retrieval.
Details (clockwise from top left):
Djalma Correa, Baiafro (MPBC) - Philips 1978
Os Mutantes, Algo Mais – Philips 1986
Gal Costa, Gal - Philips 1969 (mono)
Antonio Carlos E Jocafi, Mudei De Ideia - RCA 1971
ZÃ© Ramalho, S/T - CBS 1978
Caetano Veloso, AraÃ§Ã¡ Azul – PolyGram 1973
So far the Gal Costa and Caetano Veloso LPs are the monster stand-outs but all of this music is wonderful. Drop the needle for trippy travel to the deep hippie tropics.
It’s gone. I was out on a typical Saturday with Leo (our usual Saturday routine, to give mommy a break) and thought he’d like to do some record shopping. He loves record shopping, so I always try to stop by a record store on Saturday afternoons. Etherea was our favorite. It’s gone, just an empty store front with a dirty “for rent” sign duct-taped to the inside of the glass at an uninteresting angle.
It had been here for nearly as long as I had. It was the store that got me hooked on electronica, D&B, ambient, house, acid jazz, all that sort of creep-in-to-your-mind-without-your-realizing-it music.
I bit the bullet and drove the 83.3 miles to The Album Hunter in scenic Maple Shade, NJ. They claim 200,000 LPs and 45s in stock and I’d estimate they had shit-loads of records. Tons of vinyl all over the place. In terms of numbers, the next most obvious item at The Album Hunter were all the plastic bins perched on top of the vinyl to catch the rain drip drip dripping in.
Stock consisted of tons of $1 – $2 selections categorized and alphabetized (which I’m not so sure is a good or bad thing). The “RARE” sections were small but nicely stocked and priced from $9 – $30 with $14 or so the average. Apparently music stopped being produced in the 1980s with a few, feeble exceptions.