Win On Diagonals

         Ear infections of a Maid’s Lover not revealed
                                             

   By: Domenic Maltempi

 
                                                            Bribed guests are lost on an

                                                             Unplanned portion of the mansions 4^th floor

 
                          Jesus they got a Braque hanging Charlotte!

 
 
A rich semi-permanent guest writes sardonic       

chestnuts on mortality in a gutter hand that’s eye squealing beautiful

I saw them peeing last night stuffed underneath show soap carved into the figures of plumpy Ingres subjects

in a wave of insomnia

that takes

decayed masterpieces for two instruments

 wheeling about each other in undrugged felicity

crumpling the spare light footed sonority into bitable squares of speedy vomit

                                               

Everyone adores Chip (my daughter’s imaginary friend)

                                                Sometimes he’s seven years old

 sometimes he is married

                                                They always hold hands

                                                            He is in all the pictures she makes

                                        I wouldn’t mind meeting him accidentally driving east

                                                       The worse miles behind some sort of me-appendage

                                   

Downstairs, I have just been taught how to peel vegetables

                                     I probably will never see again

                                                My instructor is a rat race hater commuter

                                               On the weekend he waits on lines dreaming of driving faster

Or wondering what to do with voluminous amounts of lemon zest

                                         

      I thought there were more guests arriving

                        They did not show

Except for that woman with perfervid force leaping in face lines

                Stout with too many false detonations

 on the prepared diner table                

The one that kills the imaginary deer over and over again

                                    No matter what she does to advance warning

                                     Same road, only one

 
            Damn the picaresque, it is vulgar,

but it is the people you meet on these dumb ass roads

(spit shine some interloping trumpeter’s shoes!)                        

 
Much like Lynch’s Straight Story maddened

                                                                        Middle-Ager

                                                                        I have to ride on this road!

                                                                        I keep killing them

                                   

  

Domenic Maltempi: A few ‘top’ album choices for 2007

            I knew back on small animal appreciation day (July 23,) that 2007 would be one of those musical years where a certain insolubility would careen a batch of bands away from sinking in the wrong pits of ephemera. We would celebrate them in PSF and think about Dick Clark looking at us from his secret houses as we kissed our midnight loved ones or promised oneself to flee them.  For pits of dumb-ass access click-search past cooch-lick banners– have tongued our music far too raw from overcooked.  Damn minor-hit cycle scrapes its heels invisible blue, pervades all!  Pits yes, we were all not directly digging them for songs we might have loved but only unbuttoned our best shirts, for songs we didn’t get to despise as much as we might have.  Artists would make albums that would overcome those ever quickening erosive agents of our enduring interest and planted imperceptibly throughout all of it and all of us.  We’re all late for everything waiting for something to synch to something else.   

(Top 7 in no particular order)

Deerhunter: Cryptograms 

Debut Kranky and killer record. Seriously beautiful songs harnessing motionless ambient dogs, mushing on gelid foot over blue sponge-rock spangles…

Colleen: Les Ondes Silencieuses

Thank you for the way your exits balm. No samples here, Spare pieces wheel one wing and half high around in a sky that god wanted back in it’s lungs after thinking about it.  This whole album I s sheathed with impenetrability and sweet solicitude, but sounds vulnerable or brittle to the knave.

LCD Sound System: Sound of Silver

It is the sound of silver and the coffee isn’t even bitter!  Excellent coming together of incredibly fun vocals, effortlessly awesome delivery through the cartoon needles of carefully whipped up hooks and blocks of warm-warm-hot-cool lathering repetition strokes.

Pharaoh Overlord: Live in Suomi Finland
Recorded back in dirty old 06, this is more than a live album. It has a pleasing continuity, fur-steel lined thickness sticks close to legs of fuzzy-hard rock dope gulped reverse-histrionics that you will want to suckle like the new creature you become.

Lewis & Clarke: Blasts Of Holy Birth

Pop-folk porch bliss, with flying porch included. Verdant gems wander somewhat mysteriously, vested in dronish plucking somnolence. A lot of live tracking doses the listener into a light thrall. 
Wooden Shjips:
Primordial rhythmic ooze gets you stuck in fine splintered shape. I love albums that provide for a place to get stuck in, not lost. Szlip in-out vocals that answer with delayed churlishness… gales of organ, Faustian guitar eddies and bare bone bass lines that rope along.

The Cherry Blossoms:

When a band can have this much fun on an album, almost totally eschewing any strictures, it’s triply amazing that one can get so addled by its totality again and again.   Reminds me of making concept albums on taped over Madonna cassettes with my favorite cousins in different countries!

Siam/The Moon

Events – Siamese Sampan Race, 3-Way Soccer, Rocket Race, Moon Foot Race
For the last episode ever, the crew not only visits the moon, but everyone is awarded the gold!
1st- Scooby Doobies 80
1st- Yogi Yahooeys 80
1st- Really Rottens 80Overall Winners:
The Really Rottens: 3 Wins
The Scooby Doobies: 15 Wins
The Yogi Yahooeys: 8 Wins

I don’t know this man from outside internet land…..yet I have been writing to him on and off since 2001 when I first read about a blog he was behind in The Wire magazine: http://meltingobject.blogspot.com/

It’s been a while since Joe was really into keeping up with it for various reasons…….. but worth perusing up and down with that waffle cone trapped in a fortress roar stuck in you’re throat.  Joe will be playing the folowing two shows in NYC area in which I will be attending the show on the 10th listed below. I’m looking forward to hearing his voice, and his music live for the first…..there are links for music Joe makes on that website above. I have attempted in past to try to write about it…… always an impossibly flatter-lost-tiregulp-of third thirst to slaKE OFF and pit!

12-10-07

NY, NY

Sigoggline Series@ Knitting Factory 74 Leonard Street 8pm

Vic Rawlings-Bryan Eubanks +English Bones/Foster-Jones

 

Leapo!