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THE DEMISE OF THE MASK (VOL 12)__VEHICLES OF CONVEYANCE___

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  • India – Roxy Music
  • 3 Legs (Thrillington version) – Percy “Thrills” Thrillington (Paul McCartney)
  • Higher – Rihanna
  • Cheshire Cat Cry – Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band
  • Wayward – Anon (aka Wynn)
  • It Is Obvious – Syd Barrett
  • 3 Legs – Paul & Linda McCartney
  • The Terror/You Are Alone/Butterfly, How Long It Takes To Die – The Flaming Lips
  • The Best Is Yet To Come – Bob Dylan (composed by Cy Coleman, lyrics by Carolyn Leigh)
  • Let Me Be – Parliament
  • Steer Your Way – Leonard Cohen
  • Sister I Need Wine – Guided By Voices
  • Cool Papa Bell – Paul Simon
  • Fekete Beat – Sarolta Zalatnay
  • Big Black Monster – Scott Weiland
  • Star Dream Girl – David Lynch
  • Wampyr (finale) – Goblin
  • Beware Of Darkness – Leon Russell (George Harrison cover)
  • Bluebird of Delhi (Mynah) – Duke Ellington And His Famous Orchestra
  • The Day I Tried To Live – Soundgarden 
  • Goodbye – Anon (aka Wynn)
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Hello All.

Welcome to Volume Twelve of the MixTape series: The Demise Of The Mask. –(Volume One here)__(Volume Two here)__(Volume Three here)__(Volume Four here)__(Volume Five here)__(Volume Six here)__(Volume Seven here)__(Volume Eight here)__(Volume Nine here)__(Volume Ten here)__(Volume Eleven here)-

I do hope you dig this here MixTape as it features some fine, fine music! There’s a couple of selections from the album Universe. Envisioned and created by an artist that alternately goes by the monikers Wynn, W.Y.N.N., and ANON, Universe is an assemblage of brief bursts, soundscapes, scrapes, sodden ambiance, demented little diddies, digital bumps, bedroom tapes, and soft moments of sweeping beauty. These fragmented tracks all seem to step on each-other’s toes as often as they rub elbows. You can catch Wynn playing live on Sat. June 3rd, 2017 around 9PM at the gallery/performance space Orgy Park:

Located in Bushwick Brooklyn between Wilson and Knickerbocker Ave
237 Jefferson Street 1B
Brooklyn, NY 11237
929 234 1277 (p)
orgypark(at)gmail.com
 Elsewhere on the mix there’s the incredibly funky “Cheshire Cat Cry” by then 80 year old Yoko Ono, featuring Lenny Kravitz and her fluid group Plastic Ono Band helmed by her supremely talented son Sean Lennon. “Cool Papa Bell” comes from Paul Simon‘s last record, the fantastic Stranger to Stranger released  a year ago in June of 2016. I highly recommend picking that one up! You’ll also hear  Leon Russell‘s re-imagining of the great George Harrison tune, “Beware of Darkness.” This version closes out Russell’s second solo album Leon Russell and the Shelter People, released in May of 1971. Along with Russell’s inventive, kinetic take there are Harrison’s incredible lyrics, like:
Watch out now, take care
Beware of soft shoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks
As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of Maya
 and:
Watch out now, take care
Beware of greedy leaders
They take you where you should not go
While Weeping Atlas Cedars
They just want to grow, grow and grow
Beware of darkness

You’ll also hear two versions of the Paul McCartney diddy “3 Legs.” There’s the original from the 1971 Paul and Linda McCartney record Ram, and then there’s the orchestral Percy “Thrills” Thrillington version. Under this pseudonym, and alongside arranger Richard Anthony Hewson, McCartney served as producer for the record Thrillington, which is an instrumental cover version of the entire album of Ram recorded during the sessions for the album proper itself in 1971. It would be released with little notice 6 years later in 1977, but I think it’s a ton of fun! This mix has got “Fekete Beat” (Black Beat) which can be found on the compilation of Hungarian star Sarolta Zalatnay‘s finest work of the seventies, put out in 2007 by one of my favorite record labels, Finders Keepers and their US distribution arm, B-Music.

Featured here as well is a long, unnerving triptych by The Flaming Lips from their 2013 LP, The Terror. On this record the group strip their usual sound of vivid squiggles and leave it as something skeletal—shards of brittle metal made tactile with silver glitter and a patina of chemical compounds. Lead vocalist Wayne Coyne described the album’s general idea as thus:

“We want, or wanted, to believe that without love we would disappear, that love, somehow, would save us that, yeah, if we have love, give love and know love, we are truly alive and if there is no love, there would be no life. The Terror is, we know now, that even without love, life goes on… we just go on… there is no mercy killing.”

The group’s multi-instrumentalist Steven Drozd explained its premise with:

““The terror is that internal feeling you get that you and everyone you love is going to die.””

Yes, this record is not a pleasant listen, yet I still think it’s an incredible piece of work. You can find the lyrics for the three The Terror selections below:

The Terror
However long they love you, we are all standing alone
The terror’s in our heads, they don’t control the controls
I turn to face the sun, we are still standing alone
At last we’ll stand by the terror, it helps us take the controls
We’ll save the last sunshine, the way I long to go
We’ll save the love, you’ll still love, we’re searching through the dark
We’ll save the last sunshine, the way I long to go
We’ll save the love, you’ll still love, we’re searching through the dark
We’ve all tried to come through
We’ve always tried to come through
We all stretched to come to this
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You Are Alone
Hold on, we long for the bell
Our time is showing our respect
Can I handle the decision needed?
And I have to lay on reality’s dream
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Just as I want your ecstasy appear
Just enough to make me wanna feel
Through the love we sacrifice now
It’s the only sound of your own fear
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
You’re not alone, you are alone
You’re not alone, you are alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
You’re not alone, you are alone
You’re not alone, you are alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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Butterfly, How Long It Takes To Die
If you’ve ever really seen the sun rise
You will see how many times it tries
If you’ve ever really seen the sun set
You will see how long it takes to die
You can see the butterfly has landed
Landed on your prison plates, you’re out
You can feel it’s trouble making a teardrop
You will see how long it takes to fly
You can see the universe beginning
Making all the sun and the sky
You can see the universe is ending
Making love darker than the night
The penultimate song here on this MixTape is one that has long been one of my favorites by the band Soundgarden: “The Day I Tried to Live.” Recently departed frontman Chris Cornell (R.I.P.) has seemingly always been praised for his stunning vocals, however, I feel that he’s never received the deserved respect for his gifts with phrasing, melody, and poetic craft in terms of his lyrics. These are all on powerful display here on this song released in 1994 as the second single from the band’s fourth studio album, Superunknown. Just listen to the adroit manner in which he curves and pulls the song’s attention grabbing opening of:
I woke the same as any other day
except a voice was in my head.
It said, “Seize the day, pull the trigger,
drop the blade and watch the rolling heads.”

 This song to me (and so appropriately for a fourteen-year-old boy in NYC) has always seemed to be about someone struggling to overcome their anti-social behaviors and the perverse superiority complexes that blossom from them—perverse in that they stem from a territory of mental anguish and depression turned vicious even if withdrawn. It’s a belief that, no, you are not better than anyone, but yes, they are worse than you. (Now that I think of it, this might have been the predominant mood of adolescents in the early 90s, and of the culture that appealed to them, such as supposed Grunge music). The singer here summons the courage to “one more time” go out and “try to live,” even if that life requires him to “wallow[…] in the blood and mud with all the other pigs.” Yes, even if he detests the society he is attempting to join, one that leaves him declaring with a shout:

The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
 Even though it all seems so pointless and futile, because:
Words you say
Never seem to live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make
Never seem to ever get us anywhere but dead
Yes, even though this attempt at life leads to an awful confrontation, a realization that he confesses with:
I learned that I was a liar…just like you…
 Yes, even despite all this the singer tries to live, because the alternative is always and only just a lonesome anguish with your own abysmal brain. Yes, even though at the end of the day he will fail “to live” and dismally wail:
I woke the same as any other day you know
I should have stayed in bed
Yet, you get the sense that the singer will try again tomorrow, that tomorrow it will again be:
One more time around
(Might do it)
One more time around
(I might make it)
This is truly a stunning song on a phenomenal album. The experimentation in musicality, narratives, and odd melodies featured throughout Superunknown are pushed even further on their next record, which has always been (unfashionably, I know) my favorite by them: Down on the Upside. If  down in my basement I can find my copy of both that and Cornell’s first solo studio album, the beautiful Euphoria Morning released in 1999, well then I’ll certainly be featuring them on future mixes in tribute of a talented, sensitive artist that succumbed way too young.
On a somewhat more silly yet no less earnest or appreciative note; at sixteen-years-old as soon as the thin whiskers on my face began to grow a bit thicker and dark I started to shape them with a razor into a disconnected mustache and a sloped tuft on the chin that ran tight along the jaw line, curving up to meet the sideburns. Essentially this is a scruffier version of what is known in Queens by the dysphemism of Puerto Rican Chin Strap. I have more or less sported this same look for roughly twenty years. I would guess that my adolescent friends assumed that this was a result of my admiration (infatuation, I’m sure they’d tease) for the actor Johnny Depp. When news broke of Cornell”s suicide on the morning of May 18, 2017, I suddenly recalled how as an awkward sixteen-year-old boy (as I’m now sure they all are) I really wanted to be sexy and cool (as I’m now sure they all do). From March to November of 1996 (I turned 16 in July) Soundgarden released three music videos to accompany songs used to promote the record Down on the Upside: “Pretty Noose;” “Burden in My Hand;” and “Blow Up the Outside World.”

I can now clearly remember seeing the pensive and handsome Chris Cornell (and his beard) in those videos and thinking something along the lines of, “now that is a cool American male, now that is a sexy American male,” with all the poetic sensitivity yet artistic power and artistic aggression that I believed went into that. Now it might seem trivial or even disrespectful to discuss facial-hair fashion choices in the context of someone’s tragic death, but I will forever be grateful to this wonderful artist whose presence helped a suffering young man feel a little confidant, a little sexy and a little cool.

Again, Chris Cornell thank you and may you rest in peace.
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Well, there’s all this and a whole bunch of other fantastic sounds so go on down and press play !

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS:
__The Demise Of The Mask (Vol 12)__Vehicles of Conveyance___
  • India – Roxy Music
  • 3 Legs (Thrillington version) – Percy “Thrills” Thrillington (Paul McCartney)
  • Higher – Rihanna
  • Cheshire Cat Cry – Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band
  • Wayward – Anon (aka Wynn)
  • It Is Obvious – Syd Barrett
  • 3 Legs – Paul & Linda McCartney
  • The Terror/You Are Alone/Butterfly, How Long It Takes To Die – The Flaming Lips
  • The Best Is Yet To Come – Bob Dylan (composed by Cy Coleman, lyrics by Carolyn Leigh)
  • Let Me Be – Parliament
  • Steer Your Way – Leonard Cohen
  • Sister I Need Wine – Guided By Voices
  • Cool Papa Bell – Paul Simon
  • Fekete Beat – Sarolta Zalatnay
  • Big Black Monster – Scott Weiland
  • Star Dream Girl – David Lynch
  • Wampyr (finale) – Goblin
  • Beware Of Darkness – Leon Russell
  • Bluebird of Delhi (Mynah) – Duke Ellington And His Famous Orchestra
  • The Day I Tried To Live – Soundgarden 
  • Goodbye – Anon (aka Wynn)

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[India – Roxy Music]

[3 Legs (Thrillington version) – Percy “Thrills” Thrillington (Paul McCartney)]

[Higher – Rihanna]

[Cheshire Cat Cry – Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band]

[Wayward – Anon (aka Wynn)]

[It Is Obvious – Syd Barrett (art by Storm Thorgerson)]

[3 Legs – Paul & Linda McCartney]

[The Terror/You Are Alone/Butterfly, How Long It Takes To Die – The Flaming Lips (art by Steven Fiche)]

[The Best Is Yet To Come – Bob Dylan (composed by Cy Coleman, lyrics by Carolyn Leigh)]

[Let Me Be – Parliament]

[Steer Your Way – Leonard Cohen (art by Jenny Holzer)]

[Sister I Need Wine – Guided By Voices]

[Cool Papa Bell – Paul Simon]

[Fekete Beat – Sarolta Zalatnay]

[Big Black Monster – Scott Weiland (photo by Brie Childers, 2008)]

[Star Dream Girl – David Lynch]

[Wampyr (finale) – Goblin]

[Beware Of Darkness – Leon Russell]

[Bluebird of Delhi (Mynah) – Duke Ellington And His Famous Orchestra]

[The Day I Tried To Live – Soundgarden ]

[Goodbye – Anon (aka Wynn)]

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THE DEMISE OF THE MASK (VOL 3)

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS:
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  • And I Was Blue – Sunforest
  • Fantastic Voyage – David Bowie
  • Defriended – Beck
  • The Bogus Man – Roxy Music
  • The Bogus Man – The Bryan Ferry Orchestra
  • Solid Wall Of Sound / Dis Generation – A Tribe Called Quest
  • Yes Indeed – Ron Carter With Eric Dolphy & Mal Waldron
  • Abbaon Fat Tracks – Tricky ft. Martina Topley-Bird
  • Downward Spiral – Danny Brown
  • Think Like They Book Say – Saul Williams
  • Ful Stop – Radiohead
  • Re Run – Kamasi Washington
  • Don’t Hurt Yourself – Beyoncé (ft.. Jack White)
  • Shoo-B-Doop and Cop Him – Betty Davis
  • Jersey Yo! – Redman
  • I Wanna Know If It’s Good to You? – Funkadelic
  • Pass The Mic – Beastie Boys
  • Stirring – Flying Lotus

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Hello All.

Welcome to Volume Three of my new series of MixTapes: The Demise Of The Mask. –(Volume One here)__(Volume Two here)-.

Although the MixTape features what I find to be many fine songs, I did want to make special mention of David Bowie‘s 1979 track “Fantastic Voyage” as I think this odd pop work is one of the greatest songs to tackle just what it feels like for We The People to live under Nationalism and the soul distortion of patriotic rhetoric. In particular it captures the peculiar and ambiguous but very human emotion of volatile resignation when under absurd power structures or abandoned and made vulnerable in what he describes as both “this criminal world” and “a very modern world.”

“Loyalty is valuable…” Bowie sings, “…but our lives are valuable too.”

As Chris O’Leary wrote on his fantastic blog Pushing Ahead of the Dame (published in part as the book Rebel Rebel):

David Bowie will likely never tour again, may never even sing live again. If so, the last song that he ever performed on stage was “Fantastic Voyage,” a neglected song from a neglected record. It’s a fitting choice. “Fantastic Voyage,” though sequenced as Lodger‘s lead-off track, could have easily served as its closer, and it also works as Bowie’s final statement, a cranky humanist manifesto.

In “Voyage” there’s a striking change of tone from the other Berlin records or Station to Station: Bowie’s no longer at a remove. He’s on the ground, restored to humanity, admitting his powerlessness, reduced to observing and making asides. He sounds both warmer (the slow, generous phrasing of the opening lines) and less calculating; he lets scattered, volatile emotions overrun his song.

Bowie had once seemed to welcome the apocalypse, as it held the potential for transformation. Now in “Fantastic Voyage” he seems older and generally pissed off (“think of us as fatherless scum“), with such delusions drummed out of him. He’s grasped a peasant realism: we are largely governed by killers and fools, our lives hang on their arbitrary mercies.

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“Fantastic Voyage”

In the event
that this fantastic voyage
Should turn to erosion
and we never get old
Remember it’s true, dignity is valuable
But our lives are valuable too
We’re learning to live with somebody’s depression
And I don’t want to live with somebody’s depression
We’ll get by, I suppose
It’s a very modern world,
but nobody’s perfectIt’s a moving world,
but that’s no reason
To shoot some of those missiles
Think of us as fatherless scum
It won’t be forgotten
‘Cause we’ll never say anything nice again, will we?And the wrong words make you listen
In this criminal world
Remember it’s true, loyalty is valuable
But our lives are valuable tooWe’re learning to live with somebody’s depression
And I don’t want to live with somebody’s depression
We’ll get by I suppose
But any sudden movement I’ve got to write it down
They wipe out an entire race and I’ve got to write it down
But I’m still getting educated but I’ve got to write it down
And it won’t be forgotten
‘Cause I’ll never say anything nice again, how can I?

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The mix also features a bit of music off of just some of my favorite albums of 2016, like Saul Williams‘s MartyrLoserKing, A Tribe Called Quest‘s long awaited reunion We got it from Here… Thank You 4 Your service, Radiohead‘s A Moon Shaped Pool, and Beyoncé‘s collaboration with Jack White from her album Lemonade. (Jack White is having quite a year appearing on both Beyoncé’s and A Tribe Called Quest’s records, as well as releasing the great double-album compilation Acoustic Recordings 1998–2016 and his label Third Man Records being responsible for the release of  Margo Price‘s impressive debut, Midwest Farmer’s Daughter).

I know I’ve been a bit slow this year to dig in to new music as I spent the majority of the year mourning two of my all time favorites, with the first half of the year listening to David Bowie’s discography and the latter half listening to Prince’s. 

However, this MixTape additionally features “Downward Spiral” by Danny Brown, which is the opening track to his beautifully disturbed record Atrocity Exhibition. No, not necessarily an easy listening experience; this is a record that certainly lands on my top ten releases of 2016 (falling closer to the #1 spot than 10). Making me think of some anxious black tar mutation between Tricky, Talking Heads, and the ridiculous Trap music everyone blasts from their cars in my neighborhood, Atrocity Exhibition still remains one of the most idiosyncratic works in a genre that often seems to enforce and celebrate the homogeneous with a false smile.

As for what is my #1 record of 2016, well that without a doubt belongs to Blackstar by David Bowie. Or as Danny Brown perfectly put it himself in an interview with the online music magazine Pitchfork:

Blackstar is definitely the biggest album to me this year. That album is fucking creepy. It scares the shit out of me. And those videos. Fuck. I kind of relate to it, to him. When you put that much of your life into music, can’t nobody ever take that—you can’t rate that. You can’t review this. He died for this. This is his life right here. When people talk about the best albums of the year, I be like, “Y’all don’t realized Bowie’s album came out this year and he fucking died? What is y’all talking about?” We should hands-down know what the best album of this year is. Shouldn’t be talk of nothing else.

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Also below you’ll find a long list of things I read (or re-read) this year that I truly enjoyed and/or loved. I highly recommend them all! These are not necessarily things that were published this past year but more likely just things I got around to reading since January 2016. When not working on my long, sprawling meditation on the extraordinary and inspiring art of recently deceased David Bowie (R.I.P.) or reading the stunning and always stirring blog Brain Pickings by Maria Popova, I did spend a good deal of my reading time this year immersed in various news articles and such but I wont inundate you with those. I was pretty delighted that the Village Voice had a big upswing in terms of quality, and super excited to find that the entire 1967 to 1973 run of the magazine OZ had been completely digitized.

However, I must list and make honorable mention of what I found to be perhaps the best article I’ve read all year, the Pulitzer Prize winning article “An Unbelievable Story of Rape,” published in December 2015 and written by Pro Publica‘s senior reporter T. Christian Miller in partnership with The Marshall Project‘s Ken Armstrong.

As for the books listed, they are in no particular order of preference except for the graphic novel memoir Becoming Unbecoming by Una, which I can say was one of the most impressive things I’ve read all year and actually brought me to tears. This year I also became a huge fan of the philosopher Simon Critchley through his slim work Bowie and of writer Angela Carter through her fantastic 1972 novel The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman. Samuel R. Delany‘s 1973 novel of hardcore erotica and cartoon, occult pornography must get special mention as the most disgusting thing I’ve ever read that is still yet a thing of exquisite language and beauty: Equinox. In its introduction he describes it as thus:

“This is an artificial, extravagant, and pretentious book […]. But it is honest before its artifice; and in this age of extravagant expressions, honesty is the last pretension.”

This year I also re-read (and not for the first time) two comic book series that I can never recommend enough for those in need of a shift in consciousness (and who is not in need?): Promethea by Alan Moore and The Invisibles by Grant Morrison.

I didn’t read too much poetry this year but wanted to mention the work of one poet I had never heard of that I really thought was absolutely great: Dark Sparkler by Amber Tamblyn. I look forward to reading other work by her.

Speaking of poetry, I did want to share this fantastic piece called Moving Into A Period, which I read in Leonard Cohen‘s 2006 work Book of Longing:

We are moving into a period of bewilderment, a curious moment in which people find light in the midst of despair, and vertigo at the summit of their hopes. It is a religious moment also, and here is the danger. People will want to obey the voice of Authority, and many strange constructs of just what Authority is will arise in every mind. The family will appear again as the Foundation, much honoured, much praised, but those of us who have been pierced by other possibilities, we will merely go through the motions, albeit the motions of love. The public yearning for Order will invite many stubborn uncompromising persons to impose it. The sadness of the zoo will fall upon society.
You and I, who yearn for blameless intimacy, we will be unwilling to speak even the first words of inquisitive delight, for fear of reprisals. Everything desperate will live behind a joke. But I swear that I will stand within the range of your perfume.
How severe seems the moon tonight, like the face of an Iron Maiden, instead of the usual indistinct idiot.
If you think Freud is dishonoured now, and Einstein, and Hemingway, just wait and see what is to be done with all that white hair, by those who come after me.
But there will be a Cross, a sign, that some will understand; a secret meeting, a warning, a Jerusalem hidden in Jerusalem. I will be wearing white clothes, as usual, and I will enter The Innermost Place as I have done generation upon generation, to entreat, to plead, to justify. I will enter the chamber of the Bride and Bridegroom, and no one will follow me.
Have no doubt, in the near future we will be seeing and hearing much more of this sort of thing from people like myself.

You’ll see that there is a lot of Star Wars related material listed (I didn’t get to see The Force Awakens until it was released on DVD midway through this year) and If I had to pick just one to recommend I’d have to go with the novel Star Wars: Lords of the Sith by Paul S. Kemp.

For the sake of full disclosure I have included in the list the two books that I am currently reading: The Diary of a Teenage Girl by Phoebe Gloeckner, and the collection of brilliant essays Cultural Amnesia: Necessary Memories from History and the Arts by Clive JamesAlthough only a little more than halfway through both I know now that I’d easily recommend them as they are just great.

But again, I’d truly recommend anything you find below.

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If you dig the mix then please feel free to pass & post it along; if you dig an artist then please support them and go out and pick up some of their stuff. Oh, If you dig the blog overall there’s always the “FOLLOW BLOG VIA EMAIL” button somewhere down at the bottom

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS:
__The Demise Of The Mask (Vol 3)__  ___
  • And I Was Blue – Sunforest
  • Fantastic Voyage – David Bowie
  • Defriended – Beck
  • The Bogus Man – Roxy Music
  • The Bogus Man – The Bryan Ferry Orchestra
  • Solid Wall Of Sound / Dis Generation – A Tribe Called Quest
  • Yes Indeed – Ron Carter With Eric Dolphy & Mal Waldron
  • Abbaon Fat Tracks – Tricky ft. Martina Topley-Bird
  • Downward Spiral – Danny Brown
  • Think Like They Book Say – Saul Williams
  • Ful Stop – Radiohead
  • Re Run – Kamasi Washington
  • Don’t Hurt Yourself – Beyoncé (ft.. Jack White)
  • Shoo-B-Doop and Cop Him – Betty Davis
  • Jersey Yo! – Redman
  • I Wanna Know If It’s Good to You? – Funkadelic
  • Pass The Mic – Beastie Boys
  • Stirring – Flying Lotus

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2016 Reading List:________

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_[play]
[And I Was Blue - Sunforest]

[And I Was Blue – Sunforest]

[Fantastic Voyage - David Bowie]

[Fantastic Voyage – David Bowie]

[Defriended - Beck]

[Defriended – Beck]

[The Bogus Man - Roxy Music]

[The Bogus Man – Roxy Music]

[The Bogus Man - The Bryan Ferry Orchestra]

[The Bogus Man – The Bryan Ferry Orchestra]

[Solid Wall Of Sound / Dis Generation - A Tribe Called Quest]

[Solid Wall Of Sound / Dis Generation – A Tribe Called Quest]

[Yes Indeed - Ron Carter With Eric Dolphy & Mal Waldron]

[Yes Indeed – Ron Carter With Eric Dolphy & Mal Waldron]

[Abbaon Fat Tracks - Tricky ft. Martina Topley-Bird]

[Abbaon Fat Tracks – Tricky ft. Martina Topley-Bird]

[Downward Spiral - Danny Brown]

[Downward Spiral – Danny Brown]

[Think Like They Book Say - Saul Williams]

[Think Like They Book Say – Saul Williams]

[Ful Stop - Radiohead]

[Ful Stop – Radiohead]

[Re Run - Kamasi Washington]

[Re Run – Kamasi Washington]

[Don't Hurt Yourself - Beyoncé (ft.. Jack White)]

[Don’t Hurt Yourself – Beyoncé (ft.. Jack White)]

[Shoo-B-Doop and Cop Him - Betty Davis]

[Shoo-B-Doop and Cop Him – Betty Davis]

[Jersey Yo! - Redman]

[Jersey Yo! – Redman]

[I Wanna Know If It's Good to You? - Funkadelic]

[I Wanna Know If It’s Good to You? – Funkadelic]

[Pass The Mic - Beastie Boys]

[Pass The Mic – Beastie Boys]

[Stirring - Flying Lotus]

[Stirring – Flying Lotus]

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THE DEMISE OF THE MASK (VOL 1)

Hello All,

Here’s the first volume of a new series of MixTapes: The Demise Of The Mask.

This one here features “The Future,” which is perhaps my favorite tune by the late great Leonard Cohen (R.I.P.), It’s fascinating to me that his cold vision of a future of murder is one where there is no longer any privacy, definitions, or truths and where all are completely ignorant to even the idea of certain spiritual mechanisms like redemption, repentance, and resurrection: When they said repent, I wonder what they meant…

Of course the song also features one of Cohen’s finest lines and one that serves as a fracture of light in it’s vicious but torpid slab of a landscape: Love’s the only engine of survival.

Oh the mix features as well as some fantastic new stuff by Saul Williams, Devendra Banhart, Iggy Pop, and Radiohead. Oh and it’s also got a lovely number called “Love On The Brain” by Rihanna that my little boy just loves slow spinning to. All this and a whole lot more flow! So press play and enjoy yourself! And as always:

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  • Lilacs  – Lilacs & Champagne
  • Down For Some Ignorance – Saul Williams
  • The Future – Leonard Cohen
  • Back to the Future (Part II) – D’Angelo & The Vanguard
  • Stay Cool  – The Roots, ft. Q-Tip (J.Period Remix)
  • Sky Saw – Brian Eno
  • Mother Of Pearl – Roxy Music
  • Chocolate Drops – Iggy Pop
  • Linda – Devendra Banhart
  • Sunset And The Mocking Bird (Queen’s Suite part 1) – Duke Ellington & His Orchestra
  • Something In The Water (Does Not Compute) – Prince
  • CPU – Big Boi, ft. Phantogram
  • Identikit – Radiohead
  • The Dolphin (Before) – Bill Evans
  • I Can Love Again – Jamie Lidell
  • Love On The Brain – Rihanna
  • Looks Good With Trouble – Solange
  • Décollage – Air
  • Libra, the mirror’s minor self / Love’s long listen-in – Broadcast & The Focus Group
  • Flunkt Sass Vs The Root Flume – of Montreal
  • Walk It Back – R.E.M.
  • The Dolphin (After) – Bill Evans
  • Crimson Escalation – crush_DLX (Pop Levi & Bunny Holiday)
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[Lilacs – Lilacs & Champagne]

[Lilacs – Lilacs & Champagne]

[Down For Some Ignorance – Saul Williams]

[Down For Some Ignorance – Saul Williams]

[The Future – Leonard Cohen (photo by Guido Harari, Paris 1992)]

[The Future – Leonard Cohen (photo by Guido Harari, Paris 1992)]

[Back to the Future (Part II) - D'Angelo & The Vanguard]

[Back to the Future (Part II) – D’Angelo & The Vanguard]

[Stay Cool - The Roots, ft. Q-Tip (J.Period Remix)]

[Stay Cool – The Roots, ft. Q-Tip (J.Period Remix)]

[Sky Saw - Brian Eno]

[Sky Saw – Brian Eno]

[Mother Of Pearl - Roxy Music]

[Mother Of Pearl – Roxy Music]

[Chocolate Drops - Iggy Pop]

[Chocolate Drops – Iggy Pop]

[Linda - Devendra Banhart]

[Linda – Devendra Banhart]

[Sunset And The Mocking Bird (Queen's Suite part 1) - Duke Ellington & His Orchestra (photo Duke Ellington, Paris, 1958 by Herman Leonard)]

[Sunset And The Mocking Bird (Queen’s Suite part 1) – Duke Ellington & His Orchestra (photo Duke Ellington, Paris, 1958 by Herman Leonard)]

[Something In The Water (Does Not Compute) - Prince]

[Something In The Water (Does Not Compute) – Prince photo by Allen Beaulieu, 1982]

[CPU - Big Boi, ft. Phantogram]

[CPU – Big Boi, ft. Phantogram]

[Identikit - Radiohead]

[Identikit – Radiohead]

[The Dolphin - Before - Bill Evans]

[The Dolphin (Before) – Bill Evans]

[I Can Love Again - Jamie Lidell (art by Anna Higgie)]

[I Can Love Again – Jamie Lidell (art by Anna Higgie)]

[Love On The Brain - Rihanna]

[Love On The Brain – Rihanna]

[Looks Good With Trouble - Solange (photo byElias Tahan, 2012)]

[Looks Good With Trouble – Solange (photo by Elias Tahan, 2012)]

[Libra, the mirror's minor self / Love's long listen-in - Broadcast & The Focus Group]

[Libra, the mirror’s minor self / Love’s long listen-in – Broadcast & The Focus Group]

[Flunkt Sass Vs The Root Flume - of Montreal (art, the peculiar death of Valerie Marie Osten Chafer, or how our nuclear signals proposes certain numeric endings by ANIN TIWN ~ NINA TWIN]

[Flunkt Sass Vs The Root Flume – of Montreal (art, the peculiar death of Valerie Marie Osten Chafer, or how our nuclear signals proposes certain numeric endings by ANIN TIWN ~ NINA TWIN]

[Walk It Back - R.E.M.]

[Walk It Back – R.E.M.]

[The Dolphin (After) - Bill Evans]

[The Dolphin (After) – Bill Evans]

[Crimson Escalation - crush_DLX ]

[Crimson Escalation – crush_DLX (Pop Levi & Bunny Holiday) ]

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Each snug within the confines of their own category—altogether most pop music seems to intimate an insular fear of an anonymous other. What is it but another manifestation of man’s ludicrous grasp for total control? Yes, as a teenager—and in all the turmoil that that entails—it was Locust Mirror’s seeming open seriousness that initially allured Mireille’s taste towards that band’s music. She was sure they mattered and cared.

About what?

She was never sure enough to put into words. Their music felt mysterious and smart, dangerous and true, romantic and sexy…creative. Weird—It hinted at opportunities.

But at seventeen and seated in a public library—Mireille felt bored.

She shoveled the books aside with a swipe of her forearm. With its dust jacket wrapped and protected by a clear film of Polyethylene Terephthalate, she slid the hardbound copy of Peter Bennet’s Last Against The Wall (Berlin 1961-1989) towards her. From between its pages she pulled out the latest issue of Turn-Turn Magazine, which she had taken from a crowded rack as she entered the library and had been using as an oversized bookmark. There on the cover was Locust Mirror lead singer, Christian Heath.

Perhaps categorized as a “black & white” photograph, the image captured by Dutch photographer Anton Corbijn and partly produced through a thin coat of emulsion and a high contrast truly resides somewhere between mercury and the brown of mineral rich dirt. The picture had been additionally lightly hand-painted in places to mimic the Technicolor palate of old Hollywood. Such was the case with the scarlet backdrop pocked with pinpricks of blue starlight. His tousled blonde hair spilled from a battered fedora as strips of bleach and greased shadows. The one eye not obscured by that mess was a hazel glint—a warm gloss of amber resin on a fractured green stone with a dark core. Through the black metallic smudge of mascara—that eye was aimed directly at Mireille.

Heath had been seized in an obvious, somewhat sorority cover-girl affected pose made all the more effeminate as he had one hand positioned upon his own popped hip. White with a stitched print of little blue flowers along its lengths, he wore his shirt unbuttoned and loose about his waist. This epicene stance was accentuated by Heath’s slight frame, boyish facial features, and the chipped lacquer along the nails of his right hand, which clutched the smoldering stub of a cigarette. Despite these evidently queer feminine put-ons, the image truthfully conveyed that old rock & roll communiqué of “Oh me, I don’t give a fuck.” Pitch-colored stubble on his chin and upper lip, his teeth white with a slight crook—his mouth was presented in an open smile as if he had been caught mid-sentence.

Probing this photo with her blue eyes wide, Mireille felt the press of a little heat. No, not quite a burn that fans the knees open; but, yes, a press of a little heat. There was a small swell to all of her systems. The snapshot revealed the slim muscles of Heath’s abdomen right up to his small pectorals. She had a private impulse to lick the cover there.

She of course would not do this. Instead—thoughtlessly—her tongue curled, pressed between a little nibble of her teeth and planted itself into the corner of her open mouth. There from that perch it would loll along to wet her lips. She found him so handsome and odd.

Abruptly aware of her fat tongue; her mouth agape; her eyes agog; and all the grotesque rest—Mireille felt herself shrink as she chewed at her lower lip. Feeling fully like some pudgy blot of inane skin lumped around wilted guts, with a toad in mud for a hypothalamus, Mireille let a pinched groan loose from her throat. She then sent up a silent appreciation that there were no mirrors or other reflective surfaces about for her to witness the origin point for what must have been such a gross countenance: her face.

Mireille wrestled a smile from the grip of anxiety and brought it to her lips.

“God, I’m such a goon.”

Mireille steepled her fingers before her mouth at the thought: God, I’m such a goon. Opening the magazine she flipped past articles concerning what innovative gadgets would soon change our day-to-day; what bands were going back out on tour; what senior rocker was soon releasing a country-tinged comeback record; what winter-fashion inspirations could be taken from famous peoples’ red-carpet ensembles; and a feature titled, Real Jeanius! 30 Denim Lifestyles for #Authentic Men & Women. Arriving at page 74 she found another full page photo of Heath. This one had been composed with a much more conservative sense, as the subject here captured in full color was seated cross-legged on a wooden folding chair in a near-empty room, dressed in a grey suit with a blue shirt buttoned under a black tie. Atop the wooden barstool before him was the teal-painted, cold-rolled steel colossus of an antique typewriter. From this distance its white keys of molded plastic resembled orderly rows of button mushrooms. Tethered to the silver fin of the typewriter’s carriage release lever was a lavender string of curling ribbon, which ran crimped, up, to hold in place overhead a solitary purple balloon. Hair combed, Heath’s face here was plain, clean, and straight ahead like a passport photo. The slivers and shards of green, amber, golden brown, and blue hues that comprised his eyes seemed to whisper out to her: save me.

Cute, she thought, little, something to keep and carry in your pocket, only to be taken out when wanting a cuddle or something to alter the mood of your blue stupor.

The interview with Heath began on the opposite page. However, Mireille could not get herself to concentrate. She could only skim and skip across the paragraphs; if momentarily of a similar mental bent, you should of course feel free to do the same:

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Hello Goodbye – Soulful Strings

Anything We Want – Fiona Apple

Soundview – Shabazz Palaces

In My Tree – Pearl Jam

So Soon – Staple Singers

So Soon – Little Axe & The Golden Echoes

You Can’t Run Away From Your Heart – Judy Clay

I Got the Blues – The Rolling Stones

Pensacola – Deerhunter [photo by Robert Semmer]

Autoluminescent – Rowland S. Howard

Rococo – Arcade Fire [art by Burlesque Design]

Tip The Scale – The Roots (ft. Dice Raw)

Lilacs – Lilacs & Champagne

Life’s A Gas – T.Rex

Easy Ride – The Doors

Beautiful Day (Learning To Drive) – Scott Weiland [photo by Trevor Ray Hart]

Fine And Mellow – Billie Holiday [live rehearsal 1957, The Sound of Jazz]

Avalon – The Bryan Ferry Orchestra

The Way We Fall – Alela Diane [photo by Guy Stephens]

Something On Your Mind – Karen Dalton

Anyhow – Leonard Cohen

Delia – Bob Dylan [photo by Ana María Vélez Wood]

Glad To Be Unhappy – Frank Sinatra

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  • Hello Goodbye – Soulful Strings
  • Anything We Want – Fiona Apple
  • Soundview – Shabazz Palaces  
  • In My Tree – Pearl Jam
  • So Soon – Staple Singers
  • So Soon – Little Axe & The Golden Echoes
  • You Can’t Run Away From Your Heart – Judy Clay
  • I Got the Blues – The Rolling Stones
  • Pensacola – Deerhunter 
  • Autoluminescent – Rowland S. Howard
  • Rococo – Arcade Fire
  • Tip The Scale – The Roots (ft. Dice Raw)
  • Lilacs  – Lilacs & Champagne
  • Life’s A Gas – T.Rex
  • Easy Ride  – The Doors
  • Beautiful Day – Scott Weiland 
  • Fine And Mellow – Billie Holiday [1957 The Sound of Jazz rehearsal ft.  
    • Ben Webster – tenor saxophone
      Lester Young – tenor saxophone
      Vic Dickenson – trombone
      Gerry Mulligan – baritone saxophone
      Coleman Hawkins – tenor saxophone
      Roy Eldridge – trumpet
      Doc Cheatham – trumpet
      Danny Barker – guitar
      Milt Hinton – double bass
      Mal Waldron – piano
      Osie Johnson – drums]
  • Avalon – The Bryan Ferry Orchestra
  • The Way We Fall – Alela Diane 
  • Something On Your Mind – Karen Dalton
  • Anyhow – Leonard Cohen
  • Delia – Bob Dylan 
  • Glad To Be Unhappy – Frank Sinatra

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 10)

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Directly from the sewer at the center of this cacophony comes crawling the next number, “Our Seventh Sister (Ceremony of The Empty Space).”

It advances with a weave of rusty mandolin, banjos fingerpicked and teased out from a central processing unit. The bass squirms about the mulch of bucket drums, simulating the moist thump-thump-thump of an excited heartbeat. Architecturally compact guitars hack forward like hatchets through the foliage of factory handclaps and a thicket of battered cymbals. Sometimes they burst with succinct solos: vivid squiggles like the last of acrylic paint squeezed from a rolled up aluminum tube. They then oh-so-briefly bivouac and recoup with a strum and chime before they’re back out to their chop and hew.

With ludicrous bark and bite added to the singer’s dulcet voice, the lyrics pour and plod ahead like a mule with a syncopated beat—whip-driven through citrus peels boiled in sugar and hot ash. He sounds like a tourist demented with delight at the novelty of it all. The whole production is a buzz of gusto before the song swoons down to mud-churning violins for its farewell lines, which the listener hits as if an epitaph on a tombstone.

Followed a trail of black flags littered across the barren white.

As I entered town, searched my pockets for my zippo lighter.

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I’ve got thirty-three leaves and forty grams of fresh tobacco;

Tips of my thumb and middle finger are stained dark yellow ochre.

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Nicotine resin from smoke!

                                      Or,

Smoke from nicotine resin!

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I gave a greeting to the big black nothing with a small nod,

My gut felt like mosquito larvae in an acrid puddle.

I took me a slumber outside The House of Chosen Women,

Where merchants trade slaves for tourmaline beads under the banyan tree.

Took me a slumber beneath the banyan tree,

Yes I,

Took me a slumber beneath the banyan tree.

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Slept to lullaby laments as black llamas keen with famine;

They’re tethered on Main Street—dry throats beg for October raindrops.

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When I awoke!,

When I awoke!,

Awoke to a wet-sand tongue rubbing the stubble on my cheek;

When I opened my eyes there standing was a little black dog.

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Misery ships pulled into port, Ornament Men home from war;

In the furnace they burned textiles in effigy or worship.

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South, rot and lust choked their brains; in the West they slept with slaughter;

East, madness chewed roots; now they lament their seventh sister, gone.

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The Ornament Men ring-danced and lollopped in the House of Knives;

Costumes of Tanager feathers, dead reptiles, which their wives made.

Swinging semaphore genitals pierced with ore, no one saw me,

As they all performed this ceremony of the empty space—

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Spinning, spirals, territory spheres and stairs, jaguars and rain,

Pain comes, goes, behind walls of adobe, powdered quartz, pain laughs.

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The little black dog loped down a narrow path flanked by fruit trees,

I pursued, left this harbor to its fevers, piety games.

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I followed that black dog through those old fruit trees,

Yes I!,

I followed that black dog through those old fruit trees.

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Some men search for the Holy Grail, or,

Others, the Holy Ghost,

But most men are only lookin’ for

Some butter on their toast

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I never learned the odds,

I never learned to gamble,

Still I followed my God

And that little black dog down—

Down that long, long black trail.

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Something’s Gone Awry – Alela Diane [photo by Jaclyn Campanaro]

Peace Frog/Newborn Awakening – The Doors [photographed in New York City by LIFE‘s Yale Joel in 1968]

Re-Make/Re-Model – Roxy Music [cover model Kari-Ann Muller photographed by Karl Stoecker ,1972]

Hybrid Moments – The Misfits

T.V. Eye – The Stooges

Watching T.V. (Daytrotter version 8/31/2010) – The Beets

Religion I/Public Image – Public Image Ltd.

Ducking And Dodging – Parquet Courts

Ice Age – How To Destroy Angels

The Four Of Us Are Dying – Nine Inch Nails

Mr Raffles/It Wasn’t Me – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel

Ladytron – The Venus In Furs

El Show De Los Meurtos – Juan Wauters

She’s Got You – Rhiannon Giddens

Finally Back – Souls Of Mischief & Adrian Younge [Animated by Unjust” and “Paintings by Mildred Friedman,]

The Last Act – Adrian Younge

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Blue Flowers – Dr. Octagon (aka Kool Keith)

See No Evil – Television

Evil – Stevie Wonder

Can You Hear Me? – Elvis Costello & The Roots

We Have Been Metamorphosized– Jim Morrison (read by Johnny Depp)

(problem) – Eat the document Soundtrack

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  • Something’s Gone Awry – Alela Diane 
  • Peace Frog/Newborn Awakening – The Doors 
  • Re-Make/Re-Model – Roxy Music   
  • Hybrid Moments – The Misfits
  • T.V. Eye – The Stooges
  • Watching T.V. (Daytrotter version  8/31/2010) – The Beets
  • Religion I/Public Image – Public Image Ltd.
  • Ducking And Dodging – Parquet Courts
  • Ice Age – How To Destroy Angels
  • The Four Of Us Are Dying – Nine Inch Nails
  • Mr Raffles/It Wasn’t Me – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
  • Ladytron – The Venus In Furs (Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, David Gray, Bernard Butler, Andy Mackay) (Roxy Music Cover)
  • El Show De Los Meurtos – Juan Wauters
  • She’s Got You – Rhiannon Giddens
  • Finally Back – Souls Of Mischief & Adrian Younge  
  • The Last Act  – Adrian Younge
  • Blue Flowers – Dr. Octagon (aka Kool Keith)
  • See No Evil – Television
  • Evil – Stevie Wonder
  • Can You Hear Me? – Elvis Costello & The Roots
  • We Have Been Metamorphosized– Jim Morrison (read by Johnny Depp)
  • (problem)  – Eat the document Soundtrack

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