Friday, October 30, 2009
The Tell Tale Heart
You should watch this cool 1954 semi-abstract animation of Edgar Allan Poe’s legendary short story, preferably while while sipping on a cask of Amontillado.
You should watch this cool 1954 semi-abstract animation of Edgar Allan Poe’s legendary short story, preferably while while sipping on a cask of Amontillado.

An excerpt for your enjoyment:
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is – it’s fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.
Went to Day 2 of the Treasure Island Music Festival, didn’t bring my main camera but posted a few on the Tumblog from my phone. Flaming Lips headlined and their set was so much fun in an eternal pizza party sort of way: an LCD backdrop literally gave birth to the band as the entrance, lots of gospel dancing Yetis on the sidelines, Wayne crowd surfing inside a giant beachball/hamster ball, lots of robots and George Lucas looking creatures, lots of confetti and balloons and then confetti in balloons exploding every 4 bars…. I’m really digging the new album Embryonic which is a little dirtier sounding, way psychedelic, more percussion oriented, sparse with instrumentation but not with the spacyness or fuzz. Some of the songs sound like more thought out Silver Apples tracks off of the Contact LP with a hard driving low-end pulse. My kinda sound
Here’s some pics I found from doing a search on flickr:







and here’s some video:
Here’s another blatant steal from my friend Joy. I’m loving these images by Mark Weaver. They look organic and analog, not too graphic designey at all…


Now that I got a hold of the 10CD 13th Floor Elevators Box Set, I can share two incredible previously unreleased live versions of songs that sound so amazing and dynamic from the disc titled “Death in Texas” recorded in Houston in 1967.

“She Lives in a Time of Her Own”
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“Reverberation”
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God I adore this band.
I watched a really disgusting horror flick called The Ruins recently that I thought would be interesting because of the Yucatan locale and the plot centered around Mayan ruins, but it was way too fucked up. I love a good old fashion bloodbath in the David Cronenberg or John Carpenter vein, but these new school horror movies are much too sadistic & cringeworthy for my blood with all the torture devices and bones breaking. What happened to squibs?
Anyway, it’s October. Time for getting lost in a corn maze, passing out candy to lil monkeys, carving pumpkins, eating more stuff with squash in it and… watching scary movies. Here are five spooky horror films i love that freak me out cerebrally instead of making me want to vomit:
1) Rosemary’s Baby starring Mia Farrow (dir. Roman Polanski 1968)

2) Don’t Look Now starring Donald Sutherland & Julie Christie (dir. Nick Roeg 1973)

3) Hour of The Wolf starring Max Von Sydow & Liv Ullmann (dir. Ingmar Bergman 1968)

4) The Tenant starring Roman Polanski (dir. Roman Polanski 1976)

5) Eyes Without a Face starring Alida Valli (dir. Georges Franju 1960)

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