Category Archives: The Rolling Stones



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Hello All.

Welcome to A Mouthful Of Pennies! This here MixTape [A CRUSH OF CURTAINS]: is the soundtrack to a film that screened in my skull. __Well I do hope you dig it all and 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..M.O.P. Presents:__[A Crush Of Curtains]:

  • Mr. Bumble – Sunforest
  • I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight – Brothers & Sisters (Dylan cover)
  • Why Don’t You Do Right? – Cal Tjader Feat. Mary Stallings (written by Joseph “Kansas Joe” McCoy)
  • Another Man’s Vine – Tom Waits
  • Open The Door [Skeleton Key Version] – Otis Redding
  • Open The Door, Homer – Bob Dylan & The Band (take 1; The Basement Tapes)
  • Love In Vain – The Rolling Stones (Robert Johnson cover)
  • Cry One More Time – Gram Parsons (J. Geils Band cover)
  • Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye – Bettye Swann (The Casinos cover; written by John D. Loudermilk)
  • Drifter’s Escape – Joan Baez (Dylan cover)
  • Red Walls – crush_DLX (Pop Levi & Bunny Holiday)
  • Stopover Bombay – Alice Coltrane; ft. Pharoah Sanders
  • Lonely Little G-String – Sonny Lester & His Orchestra
  • Clang Boom Steam / Make It Rain – Tom Waits
  • Star Eyes (I Can’t Catch It) – Danger Mouse & Sparklehorse Feat. David Lynch
  • Open The Door Homer – Bob Dylan & The Band (take 2; The Basement Tapes)
  • Wicked Messenger – Bob Dylan
  • Raven – Karen Elson
  • Speak Low – Lotte Lenya (written by Kurt Weill & Ogden Nash; from Broadway musical One Touch of Venus (1943))
  • You Can’t Lose What You Ain’t Never Had – Muddy Waters; ft. Otis Spann on piano, Francis Clay on drums, Willie Dixon on bass, and some combination of Sammy Lawhorn, Pee Wee Madison, and Buddy Guy (on acoustic) on guitar.)
  • The Perfect Drug – Nine Inch Nails
  • Karmacoma – Massive Attack; ft. Tricky
  • Sweet & Pungent – Duke Ellington
  • Overcome – Tricky; ft.  Martina Topley-Bird 
  • Benjamin – Steven Bernstein
  • Altarwise By Owl Light (1st Verse) / A Pair Of Doves – Dylan Thomas / Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
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[Mr. Bumble – Sunforest]

[I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight – Brothers & Sisters (Dylan cover)]

[Why Don’t You Do Right? – Cal Tjader Feat. Mary Stallings (written by Joseph “Kansas Joe” McCoy)]

[Another Man’s Vine – Tom Waits]

[Open The Door [Skeleton Key Version] – Otis Redding]

[Open The Door, Homer – Bob Dylan & The Band (take 1; The Basement Tapes)]

[Love In Vain – The Rolling Stones (Robert Johnson cover)]

(Cry One More Time – Gram Parsons (J. Geils Band cover)]

[Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye – Bettye Swann (The Casinos cover; written by John D. Loudermilk)]

[Drifter’s Escape – Joan Baez (Dylan cover)]

[Red Walls – crush_DLX (Pop Levi & Bunny Holiday)]

[Stopover Bombay – Alice Coltrane; ft. Pharoah Sanders]

[Lonely Little G-String – Sonny Lester & His Orchestra]

[Clang Boom Steam / Make It Rain – Tom Waits (photo by Anton Corbijn, 2004)]

[Star Eyes (I Can’t Catch It) – Danger Mouse & Sparklehorse Feat. David Lynch (Dark Night of the Soul Photography by David Lynch )]

[Open The Door Homer – Bob Dylan & The Band (take 2; The Basement Tapes) (photo, Rick Danko and Bob Dylan in 1967, by Arie De Reus)]

[Wicked Messenger – Bob Dylan]

[Raven – Karen Elson (photo by Glen Luchford)]

[Speak Low – Lotte Lenya (written by Kurt Weill & Ogden Nash; from Broadway musical One Touch of Venus (1943))]

[You Can’t Lose What You Ain’t Never Had – Muddy Waters; ft. Otis Spann on piano, Francis Clay on drums, Willie Dixon on bass, and some combination of Sammy Lawhorn, Pee Wee Madison, and Buddy Guy (on acoustic) on guitar.)]

[The Perfect Drug – Nine Inch Nails (images by Mark Romanek)]

[Karmacoma – Massive Attack; ft. Tricky]

[Sweet & Pungent – Duke Ellington]

[Overcome – Tricky; ft. Martina Topley-Bird ]

[Benjamin – Steven Bernstein]

[Altarwise By Owl Light (1st Verse) / A Pair Of Doves – Dylan Thomas / Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross (woodcuts by Antonio Frasconi)]


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  • La Via Della Droga (M2)  – Goblin
  • Regeneration – Stone Temple Pilots
  • The Clan – Geoff Bastow
  • Mama You Sweet – Lucinda Williams
  • Cold Roses – Ryan Adams & The Cardinals
  • Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain – Elvis Presley
  • Clouds Up – Air
  • Little Rain – The Rolling Stones (Jimmy Reed cover)
  • Hurry Sundown – Little Richard
  • Let’s Pretend It’s Summer – The Brian Jonestown Massacre
  • Earthquake Weather – Beck
  • Me And Jane Doe – Charlotte Gainsbourg (written, performed, & produced w/ Beck)
  • Blue Jay Way – The Beatles
  • Parade of Blood Red Sorrows – Jane Weaver
  • Diode – Andy Votel
  • Shade Lady – Quincy Jones
  • How’m I Gonna Keep Myself Together – Dory Previn
  • Upstairs By A Chinese Lamp / Map To The Treasure / Beads Of Sweat – Laura Nyro
  • I’ll Keep It With Mine – Nico (Bob Dylan cover)
  • 04/27/05 Wednesday – Fantômas (Mike Patton)

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Hello All.

Welcome to Volume Nine 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)-

I’ve got quite a treat MixTape here for you. This one features the Stone Temple Pilots‘ tune “Regeneration” from their 2001 record Shangri-La Dee Da; a song I’ve always appreciated for the prog embellishments given to their more typical style of whirl-with-a-sugared-crunch, and for the fact that Scott Weiland‘s vocals here remind me so much of my uncle’s but taken out of the context of his own Candombe-beat-rock-n-roll. You’ll also hear one of my favorite songs by the fantastic Lucinda Williams, “Mama You Sweet.” This is a song that I can marvel at with every listen, how with such precision she spirals through an aggregate of metaphors for grief–she navigates them as each feeds into the next–seemingly trapped but with the only release being to collapse out onto the total, simple truth of the titular phrase: “I love you, Mama you sweet.” Really, this is just stunning songwriting! You’ll also hear from one of my favorite songwriters, the always brilliant and honest Dory Previn; one song each from the married couple of Jane Weaver and DJ/producer Andy Votel; something from the work that Goblin did for the soundtrack of the 1977 film La via della droga (mainly exported as “The Heroine Busters” or “Dealer Connection”); something from one of Elvis Presley‘s final recording sessions, in the Jungle Room at Graceland on 7 February 1976; and The Rolling Stones with a Jimmy Reed cover taken from their joyous record of blues covers released at the end of last year, Blue & Lonesome. Oh, and along with a whole lot of other great tunes you’ll hear a three song portion of the second side of Laura Nyro‘s great LP of 1970, Christmas and the Beads of Sweat, featuring Alice Coltrane on harp and Duane Allman on guitar.

Also below you’ll find a list of things I read (or re-read) so far since January of this year. These are works that I truly enjoyed and/or loved. I highly recommend them all!

I’m currently half-way through The Complete Fiction of Bruno Schulz: The Street of Crocodiles, Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass, translated by Celina Wieniewska, and wow! Schulz’s language has repeatedly made me pause with wonder; it’s just stunning.

I had heard this writer’s name before but what compelled me to find this book down in the library’s basement is having seen The Hourglass Sanatorium (Sanatorium pod klepsydrą), a 1973 Polish film directed by Wojciech Jerzy Has, a beautiful phantasmagorical work, a cinematic poem, which was based on Bruno Schulz’s story collection. The film won the Jury Prize at the 1973 Cannes Film Festival, and has quickly become one of my favorite films of all time.

You can read about it here at the fantastic film blog 366 Weird Movies, and you can watch the whole thing here on Vimeo.

After I finish up this book I plan on picking up a work of literature by one of my favorite painters, Leonora Carrington (her 100th birthday would have been April 6th). Perhaps I’ll read her novella The Hearing Trumpet, or The Complete Stories of Leonora Carrington, which is just about to be published by the small press Dorothy.

And then I finally plan to commit to the brilliant Alan Moore‘s massive (1266 pages) novel: Jerusalem 

But as for what I have read and listed, I’d truly recommend anything you find below!

I do want to make special mention of the graphic novel/comic book biography Pablo by Julie Birmant & Clement Oubrerie, published by independent publishing house SelfMadeHero as part of their great “Art Masters Series.” Here Picasso’s formative years are narrated by his first great love and muse, the artists’ model Fernande Olivier, and the whole work is just beautiful with an intimacy biographies can often lack.

Oh, and remember this month is not only National Poetry Month, but as Mike Patton‘s Fantômas project reminds us, “April is national humor and anxiety month.”

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  • La Via Della Droga (M2)  – Goblin
  • Regeneration – Stone Temple Pilots
  • The Clan – Geoff Bastow
  • Mama You Sweet – Lucinda Williams
  • Cold Roses – Ryan Adams & The Cardinals
  • Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain – Elvis Presley
  • Clouds Up – Air
  • Little Rain – The Rolling Stones (Jimmy Reed cover)
  • Hurry Sundown – Little Richard
  • Let’s Pretend It’s Summer – The Brian Jonestown Massacre
  • Earthquake Weather – Beck
  • Me And Jane Doe – Charlotte Gainsbourg (written, performed, & produced w/ Beck)
  • Blue Jay Way – The Beatles
  • Parade of Blood Red Sorrows – Jane Weaver
  • Diode – Andy Votel
  • Shade Lady – Quincy Jones
  • How’m I Gonna Keep Myself Together – Dory Previn
  • Upstairs By A Chinese Lamp / Map To The Treasure / Beads Of Sweat – Laura Nyro
  • I’ll Keep It With Mine – Nico (Bob Dylan cover)
  • 04/27/05 Wednesday – Fantômas (Mike Patton)
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[La Via Della Droga (M2) – Goblin]

[Regeneration – Stone Temple Pilots]

[The Clan – Geoff Bastow]

[Mama You Sweet – Lucinda Williams (photo by Annie Leibovitz)]

[Cold Roses – Ryan Adams & The Cardinals (photo by David Black)]

[Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain – Elvis Presley]

[Clouds Up – Air]

[Little Rain – The Rolling Stones (Jimmy Reed cover)]

[Hurry Sundown – Little Richard]

[Let’s Pretend It’s Summer – The Brian Jonestown Massacre]

[Earthquake Weather – Beck (photo by Autumn de Wilde, 2005)]

[Me And Jane Doe – Charlotte Gainsbourg (written, performed, & produced w/ Beck)]

[Blue Jay Way – The Beatles]

[Parade of Blood Red Sorrows – Jane Weaver]

[Diode – Andy Votel (Water color of Andy by Saydan Aksit)]

[Shade Lady – Quincy Jones]

[How’m I Gonna Keep Myself Together – Dory Previn]

[Upstairs By A Chinese Lamp / Map To The Treasure / Beads Of Sweat – Laura Nyro]

[I’ll Keep It With Mine – Nico (Bob Dylan cover). (photo by Lisa Law, Los Angeles, CA 1967)]

[04/27/05 Wednesday – Fantômas (Mike Patton)]

The Umbrella Academy, Vol. 1: Apocalypse Suite / The Umbrella Academy, Vol. 2: Dallas by Gerard Way & Gabriel Ba


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Hello All.

Welcome to Volume Eight 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)-

I’ve got quite a treat MixTape here for you as this one features a triple-play by Hamilton Leithauser: first there’s “We Can’t Be Beat” from the last album by his always fantastic group The Walkmen, 2012’s Heaven; then there’s a selection from Leithauser’s 2014 debut solo studio album, Black Hours; and finally there’s the song “When The Truth Is…” from last year’s stunning record I Had a Dream That You Were Mine, which is a collaborative work with Rostam Batmanglij (the former multi-instrumentalist and producer of Vampire Weekend).

You’ll also hear Aretha Franklin, some Beastie Boys, the lovely “Rainbows In Gasoline” by the duo of Sean Lennon and Charlotte Kemp Muhl who record together under the moniker of The Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger (or GOASTT), and a fine example of why John Lennon was one of the greatest of rock ‘n’ roll vocalists with The Beatles‘ tune “All I’ve Got To Do.”

As well, there are two selections from the Parliament-Funkadelic collective: first there’s a cover of The Beatles by incendiary yet so sweet guitarist Eddie Hazel from his 1977 solo debut Game, Dames and Guitar Thangs, which features incredible vocals by The Brides of Funkenstein (the duo of Dawn Silva and Lynn Mabry, who prior to joining the P-Funk collective were members of Sly and the Family Stone); later on you’ll catch the revolving, kaleidoscopic groove of “Supergroovalisticprosifunkstication” from Parliament‘s 1975 masterpiece, Mothership Connection.

Oh and I can’t forget to mention the rendition of Magic Sam‘s All Of Your Love” done with grit and precision by The Rolling Stones and taken from their joyous record of blues covers released at the end of last year, Blue & Lonesome.

Among a whole bunch of other great sounds this mix also features two figures who are perhaps the most poetic recording artists of Uruguayan music: Jaime Roos and Eduardo Mateo. The song “Viviendo” is from Roos’ third record, Aquello released in 1981. There is a translation done by my father below for those that are interested:

Viviendo (Living) by Jaime Roos [translated by Julio Calero]
I remember you
You’re the One
Who could understand  it
No big deal
That we do not love each other
You could understand it
Friend, where abouts may you be?
What seas may you be sailing?
Soon we’ll cross paths
And I’ll find you
You’ll find me
You’ll hear
The world was
And will be a marvel, I already know
It could be
My voice
Coming out of a nightmare that’s gone
Friend, where abouts may you be?
What seas may you be sailing?
Soon we’ll cross paths
And I’ll find you
where abouts may you be?
Alone, perhaps

Throughout his long career Jaime Roos has continued to make an interesting mix of rock and folk with the more traditional sounds of Uruguay like candombe, milonga, tango and murga. He’s still out there performing and I highly recommend that if you ever have the opportunity you should definitely catch his show!

 Eduardo Mateo‘s “Niña” is a sweet tune done by a pure musician, and its recording comes with an interesting story. By the time Mateo’s phenomenal band El Kinto had officially disintegrated in the early part of 1970 most of Mateo’s friends and associates were already convinced that he had gone completely insane. Despite the fact that these same people viewed him as a musical genius, they did not know what to make of his habits of disappearing for days at a time, either to lock himself up somewhere in a rented room to explore new realms on his instrument while searching for spiritual enlightenment through chemicals, or to wander the streets with nothing but pajamas and a guitar—there was always a guitar, a rare constant in this man’s unhinged life. Once, my uncle saw him walking the streets at night with one foot aligned with the curb, the other with the gutter, so that he was forced to maintain an awkward and drastic limp to his gait—how’s that for a metaphor?!

Speaking of this period in Mateo’s life, Uruguayan singer Verónica Indart had this story to tell:

“The last time I saw him was in the first years of the 1970s. I was

with Héctor, my husband, and Mateo arrived. He entered, he took

up the guitar, and he sat down to play by the window, looking at the

sea for a long while. We listened to him. When he finished, he got up,

he set down the guitar and he went out the door without a greeting.

That was Mateo. He arrived, gave us his music and went on without

greeting us, because it was not necessary” (Lion Production, 2006).

In 1971, for those who were fortunate to have heard Mateo play there was no doubt of that man’s overwhelming talent—mental illness or not; however, beyond a handful of tracks there existed little recorded evidence of it. This would soon change due to the influence of talented singer Diane Denoir, and through the dedication and passion of producer Carlos Píriz. Píriz, a recording technician who had worked for the live, music television show Discodromo had recently started the record label De la Planta along with Jorge “Coyo” Abuchalja, guitarist for the group Los Delfines. The ethos behind this venture was to maintain a Uruguayan label that was dedicated to Uruguayan musicians, providing them with better production, recording techniques, and better distribution than the then norm. Fortunately, through Píriz’s connections, they were able to secure regular studio time at ION Studios in Buenos Aires, Argentina, where the recording technology was far superior to that found in their native country (four tracks as opposed to two at most, for example).

In October of 1971 one such artist they chose to present to the public was the singer Diane Denoir. As she was recording a fair amount of Mateo’s material for her De la Planta debut, she felt it was only appropriate that the artist himself accompany her on some of the tracks. Having convinced Mateo to take the trip, Píriz quickly took advantage of the rare opportunity by persuading him to stay and record a solo LP for the label. However, in spite of Píriz’s optimistic plans to complete the recording in one week, he soon found that dealing with this erratic artist would be an ultimate test of endurance and patience.

The sessions went like this: Mateo had an alphabetic notebook,

and stuck in each page he had bar napkins upon which his songs

were written. If he knew the first letter of the title of the song he

wished to play, he would find the correct napkin, which would help

him remember the melody, so that he could recreate the original idea

he had envisioned when he had composed the song in the first place.

Remembering the songs was only the first obstacle […]. Mateo

would record songs one day, and erase them the next. “The first day

he recorded three or four things,” Píriz recalled. “The following day

he came in and said, ‘erase them. For Mateo, they are all wrong.’

We erased them. And that process of erasing the previous day’s work

continued for four or five days. At that moment, I understood that this

would be the system for the whole disc […]. I decided that I will be the

person who says what was well-recorded, or not, and I began to keep

all the material.”

On other days, Mateo went to ION studios only to say that he was not

inspired, and would return the next day. Then there were the days that

he appeared at the studio, and asked, “What time do we record tomorrow?”

“The same as today, at four o’clock,” Píriz would say. “Okay I am going,

until tomorrow,” was Mateo’s only reply (Lion Production, 2006).


This whole arduous process continued for two months, until one day when Mateo said to the producer that he was stepping out of the studio to buy a pack of cigarettes, and never came back. He had returned to his streets in Montevideo. Píriz was left holding hours of recordings of these fragmented sessions—the only proof that Mateo had even been there. A labor of love, Píriz would then spend the better part of a year assembling these into the album that would be released in December of 1972: Mateo Solo Bien Se Lame.

One of the thirteen brilliant compositions that Píriz extracted from the chaos is the twisted beauty that is “Niña.” Through his dedication, Píriz was able to capture on this record the complex sensitivity of this troubled artist. Seeing as how, other than a rare background vocal here and there, Mateo created every sound on this album himself, his essence truly shines through each composition. There is a translation of the lyrics done by me below:

Niña (Little Girl) by Eduardo Mateo [translated by Bobby Calero]
Little girl that always has a light
showing you what you do not want.
Do not fear the birds
if they say your life with their trills.
It should be that you understand;
that’s why what comes next is what has gone.
Always in a white dress,
you go but beware;
The devils in the guise of angels
will notice you talking.
Does it shame you that you don’t care
what has been soiled?
Yuu…yu-le-lé yu-lé.

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  • Pick Pocket – Andy Votel
  • I Want You (She’s So Heavy) – Eddie Hazel (The Beatles cover)
  • All I’ve Got To Do – The Beatles
  • Rock Steady – Aretha Franklin
  • Secondary Modern – Elvis Costello & The Attractions
  • Church On Tuesday – Stone Temple Pilots
  • Been & Gone – Annette Peacock
  • Royal Cream / I Am Fire – The Afghan Whigs
  • I Wish I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again – The Staple Singers
  • Medicine For A Nightmare – Sun Ra
  • Supergroovalisticprosifunkstication – Parliament
  • Kissing My Love – Afrique
  • Dub The Mic / Gratitude – Beastie Boys
  • All Of Your Love – The Rolling Stones (Magic Sam cover)
  • Viviendo – Jaime Roos
  • We Can’t Be Beat – The Walkmen
  • Alexandra – Hamilton Leithauser
  • When The Truth Is… – Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam
  • Rainbows In Gasoline – The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger
  • Que Tristeza – Cal Tjader
  • Niña – Eduardo Mateo
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[Pick Pocket - Andy Votel]

[Pick Pocket – Andy Votel]

[I Want You (She’s So Heavy) – Eddie Hazel (The Beatles cover)]

[I Want You (She’s So Heavy) – Eddie Hazel (The Beatles cover)]

[All I’ve Got To Do – The Beatles]

[All I’ve Got To Do – The Beatles]

[Rock Steady – Aretha Franklin]

[Rock Steady – Aretha Franklin]

[Secondary Modern – Elvis Costello & The Attractions]

[Secondary Modern – Elvis Costello & The Attractions]

[Church On Tuesday – Stone Temple Pilots (photo by Mick Hutson)]

[Church On Tuesday – Stone Temple Pilots
(photo by Mick Hutson)]

[Been & Gone – Annette Peacock (photo by Richard Davis, 1972)]

[Been & Gone – Annette Peacock (photo by Richard Davis, 1972)]

[Royal Cream / I Am Fire – The Afghan Whigs (photo by Piper Ferguson, 2014)]

[Royal Cream / I Am Fire – The Afghan Whigs (photo by Piper Ferguson, 2014)]

[I Wish I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again – The Staple Singers]

[I Wish I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again – The Staple Singers]

[Medicine For A Nightmare – Sun Ra (art by Oliver Barrett)]

[Medicine For A Nightmare – Sun Ra (art by Oliver Barrett)]

[Supergroovalisticprosifunkstication – Parliament]

[Supergroovalisticprosifunkstication – Parliament]

[Kissing My Love – Afrique]

[Kissing My Love – Afrique]

[Dub The Mic / Gratitude – Beastie Boys]

[Dub The Mic / Gratitude – Beastie Boys]

[All Of Your Love – The Rolling Stones (Magic Sam cover) (photo by Kevin Winter, 2016)]

[All Of Your Love – The Rolling Stones (Magic Sam cover) (photo by Kevin Winter, 2016)]

[Viviendo – Jaime Roos]

[Viviendo – Jaime Roos]

[We Can't Be Beat - The Walkmen]

[We Can’t Be Beat – The Walkmen]

[Alexandra – Hamilton Leithauser]

[Alexandra – Hamilton Leithauser]

[When The Truth Is… – Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam]

[When The Truth Is… – Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam]

[Rainbows In Gasoline – The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger]

[Rainbows In Gasoline – The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger]

[Que Tristeza – Cal Tjader]

[Que Tristeza – Cal Tjader]

[Niña – Eduardo Mateo]

[Niña – Eduardo Mateo]

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All the best to you and yours!—  –   ————-______-________ ->BOBBY CALERO[—+=-_________________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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Hello All.

Welcome to Volume Seven 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)-

This one features The Afghan Whigs‘ delicious cover of The Wizard of Oz highlight “If I Only Had A Heart“; Keith Richards‘ fantastic cover of Hank Williams‘ “You Win Again“; a burning 1973 cover of The Rolling Stones‘ “Gimme Shelter” done here by Amanda Ambrose; “Lucky” off of Devendra Banhart‘s latest record Ape in Pink Marble; as well as the stunning 2006 tune “Ain’t Talkin’” by Bob Dylan; the 1946 hit by Peggy Lee, “It’s All Over Now“; another beauty by Jane Weaver; and “Happy Phantom” (which contains the fantastic lyric, “And I’ll go wearin’ my naughties like a jewel”) from Tori Amos‘ great 1992 debut, Little Earthquakes. Yes, all this and a whole lot more! So scroll down and press play!

Oh and there’s George Harrison with this beautiful caveat:

Watch out now, take care
Beware of falling swingers
Dropping all around you
The pain that often mingles
In your fingertips
Beware of darkness
Watch out now, take care
Beware of the thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night
Beware of sadness
It can hit you
It can hurt you
Make you sore and what is more
That is not what you are here for
Watch out now, take care
Beware of soft shoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks
As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of Maya
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 (beware of darkness)

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  • It Catches Up With You – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
  • 9 Point Star – Damon Albarn
  • Don’t Take My Soul – Jane Weaver
  • Lucky – Devendra Banhart
  • Happy Phantom – Tori Amos
  • Fever – Alvin Robinson
  • The Pink Room – David Lynch & Fox Bat Strategy
  • Gimme Shelter – Amanda Ambrose (The Rolling Stones cover)
  • Northeast Texas Women – Willis Alan Ramsey
  • Your Southern Can is Mine – The White Stripes (Blind Willie McTell cover)
  • Don’t Let Him Ride – Mississippi Nightingales
  • Why Spend A Dark Night With Me? – Moondog
  • Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief – Radiohead
  • Beware Of Darkness – George Harrison
  • If I Only Had A Heart – The Afghan Whigs (by Harold Arlen & E.Y. Harburg)
  • Sea Diver – Mott The Hoople
  • Ain’t Talkin’ – Bob Dylan
  • Step Aside – The Staple Singers
  • You Win Again  – Keith Richards (Hank Williams cover)
  • Mean Old World – The Heavenly Gospel Singers
  • Sway – The Rolling Stones
  • It’s All Over Now – Peggy Lee
  • Goodbye America – (written by Jim Morrison; read by Johnny Depp)

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[It Catches Up With You - Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross]

[It Catches Up With You – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross]

[9 Point Star – Damon Albarn]

[9 Point Star – Damon Albarn]

[Don’t Take My Soul – Jane Weaver]

[Don’t Take My Soul – Jane Weaver]

[Lucky – Devendra Banhart]

[Lucky – Devendra Banhart]


[Happy Phantom – Tori Amos]

[Fever – Alvin Robinson]

[Fever – Alvin Robinson]

[David Lynch & Fox Bat Strategy]

[The Pink Room – David Lynch & Fox Bat Strategy]

[Gimme Shelter – Amanda Ambrose]

[Gimme Shelter – Amanda Ambrose]

[Northeast Texas Women – Willis Alan Ramsey]

[Northeast Texas Women – Willis Alan Ramsey]

[Your Southern Can is Mine – The White Stripes]

[Your Southern Can is Mine – The White Stripes]


[Don’t Let Him Ride – Mississippi Nightingales]

[Why Spend A Dark Night With Me – Moondog]

[Why Spend A Dark Night With Me? – Moondog]

[Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief – Radiohead (art by Thom Yorke & Stanley Donwood)]

[Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief – Radiohead (art by Thom Yorke & Stanley Donwood)]

[Beware Of Darkness – George Harrison]

[Beware Of Darkness – George Harrison]

[If I Only Had A Heart – The Afghan Whigs (by Harold Arlen & E.Y. Harburg)]

[If I Only Had A Heart – The Afghan Whigs (by Harold Arlen & E.Y. Harburg)]

[Sea Diver – Mott The Hoople]

[Sea Diver – Mott The Hoople]

[Ain’t Talkin’ – Bob Dylan (art, "Two Sisters" by Bob Dylan]

[Ain’t Talkin’ – Bob Dylan (art, “Two Sisters” by Bob Dylan]

[Step Aside – The Staple Singers]

[Step Aside – The Staple Singers]

[You Win Again – Keith Richards (photo by Patrick Demarchelier, New York, 2000

[You Win Again – Keith Richards (Hank Williams cover)(photo by Patrick Demarchelier, New York, 2000]

[Mean Old World – The Heavenly Gospel Singers]

[Mean Old World – The Heavenly Gospel Singers]

[Sway – The Rolling Stones]

[Sway – The Rolling Stones (photo by David Montgomery, 1971)]

[It’s All Over Now – Peggy Lee]

[It’s All Over Now – Peggy Lee]

[Goodbye America – (written by Jim Morrison; read by Johnny Depp) (photo, one of the last known of Morrison, a poloroid shot within his paris apt., March-June, 1971)]

[Goodbye America – (written by Jim Morrison; read by Johnny Depp) (photo, one of the last known of Morrison, a Polaroid shot within his Paris apt., March-June, 1971)]

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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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Hello all,

and welcome to what will be the last post for the summer! I’ve got a special triptych-mixtape for you all today! About a week back a good friend of mine asked that I produce a few mixes for a gathering the night before his wedding. Unfortunately (like, whatever, y’know) due to technical difficulties they could not be played that evening (the entire wedding weekend, however, was absolutely fantastic!). Anyway, not one to let a good MixTape go to waste, I present them to you here. I do believe them to be real nice & easy, and tons of fun, with some great tunes that have been featured here in these pages before and some that I was planning on getting to someday.

May these serve you well here at the tail-end of the summer! So sit back, roll forward, and enjoy!

But above all–ENJOY YOURSELF!__


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Volume II—Click here to listen & Download——-


Volume III—Click here to listen & Download——-





  1. Pre-Nump – Outkast
  2. When You’re Smiling and Astride Me – Father John Misty
  3. Here I Am (Come And Take Me) – Al Green
  4. Happy – The Rolling Stones
  5. Alright, Okay, You Win – Peggy Lee
  6. You Make Loving Fun – Fleetwood Mac
  7. Baby It’s You – The Beatles
  8. Let Me Be Good To You – Carla Thomas
  9. Try (Just A Little Bit Harder) – Janis Joplin
  10. River Deep – Mountain High – Harry Nilsson
  11. Beautiful Girl – INXS
  12. Over The Hills And Far Away – Led Zeppelin
  13. The Brides Have Hit Glass – Guided By Voices
  14. What A Woman – Howlin’ Wolf
  15. The Spy – The Doors
  16. Light My Fire – Al Green
  17. Shake Your Hips – The Rolling Stones
  18. We Can Work It Out – Stevie Wonder
  19. CREEP – Afghan Whigs
  20. Tenement Lady – T.Rex
  21. John, I’m Only Dancing – David Bowie
  22. Fool I Am – Pat Ferguson
  23. I Just Want To Make Love To You – Etta James
  24. Let Me Roll It – Paul McCartney & Wings


  1. Your Southern Can is Mine – The White Stripes
  2. When I Look In Your Eyes – André 3000
  3. Lady Madonna – Fats Domino
  4. Loving Cup – The Rolling Stones
  5. Ring Of Fire – Ray Charles
  6. Rag Mama Rag – The Band
  7. Pretty Thing – Bo Diddley
  8. Tee Pees 1-12 – Father John Misty
  9. Would You – Richard Swift
  10. Andy’s Chest – Lou Reed
  11. Milkcow Blues Boogie – Elvis Presley
  12. Slow Down – Backbeat Band
  13. Rip It Up/ Ready Teddy – John Lennon
  14. Surprise Surprise (Sweet Bird Of Paradox) – John Lennon
  15. Live with Me – The Rolling Stones
  16. Planet Queen – T.Rex
  17. She Belongs To Me – Bob Dylan
  18. Black Is the Color – Rhiannon Giddens
  19. I Gotta Know – Wanda Jackson
  20. Love Having You Around – Stevie Wonder
  21. Right – David Bowie
  22. Oh! Darling – The Beatles
  23. Call On Me – Big Brother And The Holding Company (feat. Janis Joplin)
  24. Candy – Iggy Pop


  1. Mystify – INXS
  2. Be Kind – Devendra Banhart
  3. Didn’t I – Darondo
  4. Mind Games – George Clinton
  5. Dear Prudence – The Beatles
  6. Little Red Rooster – Sam Cooke
  7. Sweet Feeling – Candi Staton
  8. Idlewild Blue (Don’t Chu Worry ‘Bout Me) – André 3000
  9. Rusty Cage – Johnny Cash
  10. Can You Get To That? – Funkadelic
  11. Yazoo Street Scandal – The Band
  12. Police & Thieves – The Clash
  13. Do Unto Others – Pee Wee Crayton
  14. Goin’ To Acapulco – Jim James & Calexico
  15. Candela – Buena Vista Social Club
  16. Momma Miss America – Paul McCartney
  17. Got To Get You Into My Life – Chris Clark
  18. Wah-Wah – George Harrison
  19. Mean To Me – Dean Martin
  20. This Magic Moment – Lou Reed
  21. Be My Baby – John Lennon


It’s Good to Feel you are Close to Me

It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.

Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,
but your body, relinquished so, breathes
seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream
like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.

Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,
but from the frontiers lost in the night,
from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,

something remains, drawing us into the light of life
as if the sign of the shadows had sealed
its secret creatures with flame.


Pablo Neruda, from Cien Sonetos de Amor (1959).


All the best to you & yours,

(Oh, and J2 & Dana, despite this entry in Ambrose Bierce’s The Unabridged Devil’s Dictionary, “Love, noun. A temporary insanity curable by marriage;” I love you guys, wish you well, and know you will make and remain a fine union in the light of life),

Bobby Calero


HELLO ALL! I’ve got a double mixtape here for you today, so you should be able to chew on this awhile! Keep an ear out, as these actually feature two of my all time favorite tunes: Harry Nilsson’s “The Moonbeam Song” and “All The King’s Horses” by Aretha Franklin (my, how I would have loved to have heard Jeff Buckley do a rendition of the latter). Oh and here across the 2 mixes there’s the whole Rolling Stones/Claudine Longet connection to dig.

Anyway, as always


Radio Detritus CVR




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Radio Detritus 1

How Brittle The Bones – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

Saturday Bride – Quilt

Sunday – David Bowie

Dirt – The Stooges

Of Course – Jane’s Addiction

Moanin’ The Blues – Hank Williams [art by Marc Burckhardt]

Claudine – The Rolling Stones

Pumpkin – Tricky (ft. Alison Goldfrapp)

Sweet Sweet – Smashing Pumpkins

Don’t Think Twice – The Wonder Who (aka, The 4 Seasons )

Street Corner Love – Jobriath

I Got A Good Thing/Stoned To The Bone – James Brown

Diagram – Saul Williams

Mama Forgot To Tell Me – Willie “Little Beaver” Hale

One Room Paradise – The Raeletts

Belle Glade Missionaries – of Montreal

I’ll Bet You – Funkadelic

The Moonbeam Song – Harry Nilsson

Bring Me The Disco King – David Bowie

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Radio Detritus 2

Sunday Will Never Be the Same – Buffoons

Soul Vibrations – Dorothy Ashby

Ill Wind – Frank Sinatra

Where I End And You Begin (The Sky Is Falling In) – Radiohead

All The King’s Horses – Aretha Franklin

Last To Know - Priestbird [photo by Lauren Dukoff]

Last To Know – Priestbird [photo by Lauren Dukoff]

Prayer – D’Angelo & The Vanguard

Memory Camp – The Brian Jonestown Massacre

Never Get Old – David Bowie

JLH – Richard Swift

Sugar Mama – John Lee Hooker

Trust No Man – Ma Rainey

Mississippi (outtake version) – Bob Dylan

Let’s Spend The Night Together – Claudine Longet

Sweet Feeling – Candi Staton

Standing In The Rain – Al Green

I Don’t Need No Doctor – Ray Charles

Day Tripper – Vontastics

It's A Long Way Back To Germany- Ramones

It’s A Long Way Back To Germany– Ramones

Pretty Penny – Stone Temple Pilots

Labeling the World/Better Beware – Charles Eisenstein/Lilacs & Champagne (amop edit)

Lay Lady Lay – Brothers & Sisters (Dylan’s Gospel)

If I Only Had A Heart – Afghan Whigs

Ha Ha Suckers – Richard Swift [art by Richard Swift]

Radio Detritus 1

  • How Brittle The Bones – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
  • Saturday Bride – Quilt
  • Sunday – David Bowie
  • Dirt – The Stooges
  • Of Course – Jane’s Addiction
  • Moanin’ The Blues – Hank Williams
  • Claudine – The Rolling Stones
  • Pumpkin – Tricky (ft. Alison Goldfrapp)
  • Sweet Sweet – Smashing Pumpkins
  • Don’t Think Twice – The Wonder Who (aka, The 4 Seasons )
  • Street Corner Love – Jobriath
  • I Got A Good Thing/Stoned To The Bone – James Brown
  • Diagram – Saul Williams
  • Mama Forgot To Tell Me – Willie “Little Beaver” Hale
  • One Room Paradise – The Raeletts
  • Belle Glade Missionaries – of Montreal
  • I’ll Bet You – Funkadelic
  • The Moonbeam Song – Harry Nilsson
  • Bring Me The Disco King – David Bowie
 Radio Detritus 2
  • Sunday Will Never Be the Same – Buffoons
  • Soul Vibrations – Dorothy Ashby
  • Ill Wind – Frank Sinatra
  • Where I End And You Begin (The Sky Is Falling In) – Radiohead
  • All The King’s Horses – Aretha Franklin
  • Last To Know – Priestbird
  • Prayer – D’Angelo & The Vanguard
  • Memory Camp – The Brian Jonestown Massacre
  • Never Get Old – David Bowie
  • JLH – Richard Swift
  • Sugar Mama – John Lee Hooker
  • Trust No Man – Ma Rainey
  • Mississippi (outtake) – Bob Dylan
  • Let’s Spend The Night Together – Claudine Longet
  • Sweet Feeling – Candi Staton
  • Standing In The Rain – Al Green
  • I Don’t Need No Doctor – Ray Charles
  • Day Tripper – Vontastics
  • It’s A Long Way Back To Germany- Ramones
  • Pretty Penny – Stone Temple Pilots
  • Labeling the World/Better Beware – Charles Eisenstein/Lilacs & Champagne (amop edit)
  • Lay Lady Lay – Brothers & Sisters (Dylan’s Gospel)
  • If I Only Had A Heart – Afghan Whigs
  • Ha Ha Suckers – Richard Swift

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Hello All, I had some minutes here and there to spare and I was in the mood–so here’s a new mixtape for your audio pleasure!

Enjoy Yourself–



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Nature is a temple where living pillars

Let sometimes emerge confused words;

Man passes through forests of symbols

Which observe him with a familiar glance.

…She would not claim to understand this poem, but there was something she recognized. She received it as an echo emancipated from her own hidden hollows. She felt this poem as if it were a subtle worm—or a perfumed scent in search of form. It had fidgeted towards her lobes and passed her a little key tethered to a long, long thread. The digits of her thoughts felt too dull to guess the key’s true shape. Likewise, she was dumb to what lock it could correspond, or just where this strand might lead. Eager with pleasant confusion: she fondled at the tremors of little wet questions.


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Inside The Dream – Johnny Depp (Jim Morrison)

Alone Again and… – Lilacs & Champagne

Cold Winter Sun – Faine Jade

Moonlight Mile – The Rolling Stones

The Coming/The Dark (Trinity) – The Roots, ft. Mercedes Martinez, Dice Raw & Greg Porn

Silver Donna – Damien Jurado

Bowling Trophies – Foxygen

Gronlandic Edit – of Montreal

Suite IV Electric Overture/Givin Em What They Love – Janelle Monáe Feat. Prince

Insanely Jealous – The Soft Boys

When You’re Smiling and Astride Me – Father John Misty

Cecil Taylor – Jonathan Wilson, ft. David Crosby & Graham Nash

Turn Me On – Rotary Connection

Mommy, What’s A Funkadelic? – Funkadelic

The Things I Used To Do – Chuck Berry

I’m Lonesome – Ernie Chaffin

Let Me Hip You To Something – Juan Wauters [art by Matt Volz]

That Girl – Justin Timberlake

At Sea – San Fermin


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  • Inside The Dream – Johnny Depp (Jim Morrison)
  • Alone Again and… – Lilacs & Champagne
  • Cold Winter Sun – Faine Jade
  • Moonlight Mile – The Rolling Stones
  • The Coming/The Dark (Trinity) – The Roots, ft. Mercedes Martinez, Dice Raw & Greg Porn
  • Silver Donna – Damien Jurado
  • Bowling Trophies – Foxygen
  • Gronlandic Edit – of Montreal
  • Suite IV Electric Overture/Givin Em What They Love – Janelle Monáe, ft. Prince
  • Insanely Jealous – The Soft Boys
  • When You’re Smiling and Astride Me – Father John Misty
  • Cecil Taylor – Jonathan Wilson, ft. David Crosby & Graham Nash
  • Turn Me On – Rotary Connection
  • Mommy, What’s A Funkadelic? – Funkadelic
  • The Things I Used To Do – Chuck Berry
  • I’m Lonesome – Ernie Chaffin
  • Let Me Hip You To Something – Juan Wauters
  • That Girl – Justin Timberlake
  • At Sea – San Fermin

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——————–Bobby Calero    ——



Here’s a present I slapped together at the last minute for you all:



  • Cosmic Christmas – The Rolling Stones
  • Oh Come All Ye Faithful – Johnny Cash
  • Merry Christmas Baby – Ike and Tina Turner
  • Jingle Bells – Jackson Chorale
  • Merry Christmas Baby – Soulful Strings
  • Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas – Scott Weiland
  • Silent Night – Elvis Presley
  • Silent Night – Huey Piano Smith & The Clowns
  • Funky Little Drummer Boy – Bobby Holloway
  • Little Drummer boy – Bing Crosby & David Bowie
  • Little Drummer boy – The Dandy Warhols
  • Santa Claus Go Straight To the Ghetto – James Brown
  • Frosty The Snowman – The Jackson 5
  • I Wish It Was Christmas Today – Julian Casablancas
  • Christmas Party (feat. Nicole Sheahan) – The Walkmen
  • Let It Snow! – Julian Koster
  • Merry Christmas Baby – Charles Brown
  • Jesus Is – 2nd Chapter of Acts
  • Last Christmas – The Puppini Sisters
  • Santa Claus – The Sonics
  • O Little Town of Bethlehem – Elvis Presley
  • I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus – The Jackson 5
  • Santa Bring My Baby Back (To Me) – Elvis Presley
  • Santa Bring My Baby Back – The Reverend Horton Heat
  • White Christmas – Beck
  • Christmas Time Will Soon Be Over – Jack White


——————–BOBBY CALERO—————–


underwater, it was

immediately strange

& familiar

                                                from Paris Journal by Jim Morrison (1971).

In the early hours of July 3rd, 1969, founding member and celebrated multi-instrumentalist of The Rolling Stones, Brian Jones was found face down at the bottom of the swimming pool at his country house at Cotchford Farm. Located in East Sussex—about an hour’s drive from London—Cotchford Farm had once been owned by A.A. Milne who was inspired by the surrounding environs to create Winnie-the-Pooh, Christopher Robin, and their various friends’ adventures in the “Hundred Acre Wood” (and in this fact I’m sure lies the basis for a fun, psychedelic cartoon).

His body found by Janet Lawson, a 26-year-old nurse who was then dating The Rolling Stones’ tour manager Tom Keylock, and Jones’ girlfriend, Anna Wohlin, whether Brian Jones’ death was the result of murder committed by Frank Thorogood—a forty-three-year-old builder contracted to do work on the grounds but whose role had grown to a be a sort of “minder” for the unraveling Jones (Jones, 2008)—or was truly “death by misadventure” as the coroner’s official verdict stated will likely remain a rock ‘n’ roll mystery.

The last known photographs of Jones, taken by schoolgirl Helen Spittal on 23 June 1969, shortly after his departure from the Stones.

(Lewis) Brian (Hopkins) Jones was twenty-seven-years-old at the time of his death in 1969 and had only a month prior been asked to leave The Rolling Stones. On June 8, 1969, Jones was visited by Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, and Charlie Watts, and was told that the group that he had formed and named back in 1962 would now continue on without him. Permitted to announce the news as he saw fit, Jones issued a statement the next day announcing his departure, stating, “I no longer see eye-to-eye with the others over the discs we are cutting” (Wyman, 2002).

Brian Jones’ last picture with The Rolling Stones.

Jones’ being kicked out of the group has been seen with more than a critical eye over the years, with many choosing to see this as merely the result of greed and a power grab by “The Glimmer Twins” of Jagger and Richards. However, it needs to be recognized that not only did Jones’ numerous arrests and convictions for narcotics make it impossible for him to acquire a work visa to tour with the group, but that Jones’ excess and addictions had left him often unable—and more so averse—to contributing to the band’s music. It’s all well and good that Keith Richards was a junkie too, but at least he showed up and participated at rehearsals.

Brian Jones—in part because of his flamboyant sartorial style, beautiful boyish good looks, and the mass quantities of drugs and alcohol he would ingest—had been always held up as the figurehead for the group and had come to be celebrated as a Dorian Grey type figure. This, coupled with his skilled musicianship and true love of the blues, served to bridge the gap between London’s occultist dandies and the dirty music of the American south (Hill, 2011). There are many who believe that The Stones’ claim to greatness ended with Jones’ departure, but I (as anyone who’s listened to their double LP of 1972, Exile on Main St.) strongly disagree. However, Brian Jones’ influence and contribution to this group cannot be expressed enough.

Never a songwriter but rather a true musician, Jones had an uncanny ability to pick up any instrument and add that essential and odd element that would distinguish The Stones from every other R&B bar band of the swinging scene of London in the ’60s: think of the sitar on “Paint It Black,” the marimbas on “Under My Thumb,” or the dulcimer on “I Am Waiting.”

Jones’ talent did not only lie in implementing instruments hitherto unknown in the musical lexicon of rock ‘n’ roll, but extended to the flavor he could add with more traditional instruments such as harmonica, guitar, and keyboards. Brian Jones was simply ingenious at creating the proper moods and appropriate atmospheres a song required. He was style, and he was content. For example, consider his bottle-neck guitar on 1968’s Beggars Banquet track, “No Expectations.” Other than Jagger’s pouty-mouthed vocals of lament, it is Jones’ contribution that imbues the song with its thick syrup of loneliness.

The original cover photo for Beggars Banquet (photo by Michael Joseph).

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However, by the time of this song’s recording in the summer of 1968 Jones’ enthusiasm for the group had waned and his contributions became less and less. Mick Jagger later stated in a 1995 interview for Rolling Stone “We were sitting around in a circle on the floor, singing and playing, recording with open mikes. That was the last time I remember Brian really being totally involved in something that was really worth doing” (Wenner). In fact, upon being dismissed from the group Jones nearly immediately contacted Mitch Mitchell (drummer for The Jimi Hendrix Experience) about the possibility of beginning a new band together. Jones had recorded with him before (along with Hendrix himself, as well as Traffic guitarist Dave Mason) in a session at Olympic Studios in London with Chas Chandler producing and Eddie Kramer engineering. Held on December 28th 1967, this session was conducted during the initial recording dates for Jimi Hendrix’s masterpiece, Electric Ladyland, before Hendrix moved production to the newly opened Record Plant Studios in New York the following spring.

The alternate cover for 1968’s Electric Ladyland (photo by David Montgomery)

Jones had grown to be quite friendly with Hendrix and his group and had in fact introduced them on stage to the audience at The Monterey Pop Festival held in June of 1967 (effectively introducing Hendrix to America itself, as he had little recognition in the states up until this point—Hendrix cemented his prominence by famously ending his performance by setting his psychedelically painted Fender Stratocaster on fire in what seemed liked some sensual, voodoo ritual).

Brian Jones introduces The Jimi Hendrix Experience to America in 1967 at The Monterey International Pop Music Festival

Despite often being characterized as “over-sensitive” (a disposition that frequently lends itself to acts of manipulation and cruelty) of all the Stones only Brian was adored by the community of musicians, artists, and general audience springing from the counterculture of the ’60s; of all the Stones only Brian was invited to record with their rivals, The Beatles: in mid-May of 1967 playing oboe on “Baby, You’re a Rich Man” and alto sax on “You Know My Name (Look Up the Number).”

London, 1968: Brian Jones, Donovan, Ringo Starr, John Lennon, Cilla Black, and Paul McCartney.

Yoko Ono, Brian Jones, Julian and John Lennon,1968.

The Jones/Hendrix session would produce only two alternate takes of a single instrumental composition entitled “Little One,” which despite its impressive structure and performance remains unreleased to this day. As the two takes are incredibly similar, with one noticeable difference being Hendrix implementing a slide to his guitar on “take 2,” I have never been able to decide which I enjoy more…and so I present them both to you.

Little One (take 1)

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Little One (take 2)

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Brian Jones – Sitar and percussions

Jimi Hendrix – Guitar

Dave Mason – Bass and sitar

Mitch Mitchell – Drums

Brian Jones & Anita Pallenberg

Jones’ penchant for excess had been exacerbated by his intense romantic affair with Italian-born actress, model, sexpot bombshell, and epicurean, Anita Pallenberg. She has been described as powerful, brilliant, and absolutely mad; all often in the same breath.

Anita Pallenberg as The Black Queen/The Great Tyrant in Roger Vadim’s cult-classic sci-fi film of 1968, Barbarella.

Anita with co-star Jane Fonda in the titular role of Barbarella.

Jones and Anita together were known to over-indulge in narcotics and sex, and often their relationship would delve into dark, sadomasochism.

However, in 1967 while Keith Richards, Jones, and Pallenberg were vacationing together in Morocco, Richards and Pallenberg began an affair after Jones became ill and was checked into a hospital. Eventually Pallenberg left Jones for Richards and the two had a relationship that lasted until 1980 and which resulted in numerous children (as well as accelerated drug abuse). Perhaps as much as boredom and dependency, this betrayal led to Jones’ dissolution from The Rolling Stones. For, as much as “the hippies” advocated a free-love philosophy, it remains a philosophy that is much more difficult to put into practice than it is to place as a slogan on a placard.

Brian Jones, Anita Pallenberg, and Keith Richards in 1967.

Jones’ continuing substance abuse led to a fragile state of mental health, marked by paranoia, distraction, and even violent outbursts. Yet, despite all this, as I have said, Jones remained the adored golden-haired child of the ’60’s. Upon Jones’ death numerous songs were performed in his name, Pete Townshend wrote a poem titled A Normal Day for Brian, A Man Who Died Every Day, and in Hyde Park on 5 July 1969, The Rolling Stones performed a free concert in Jones’ honor (as well as to introduce new member and brilliant guitarist, Mick Taylor). Stagehands released hundreds of white butterflies as part of the tribute (many had already suffocated in their crates and so were tossed dead onto the audience) and Jagger read excerpts from Adonais, a poem by Percy Shelley concerning the death of his friend John Keats:

I weep for Adonais -he is dead!

O, weep for Adonais! though our tears

Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!

And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years

To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,

And teach them thine own sorrow, say: “With me

Died Adonais; till the Future dares

Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be

An echo and a light unto eternity!

The Rolling Stones in Hyde Park on 5 July 1969.

Marianne Faithfull

However, it should be noted that Watts and Wyman were the only members of The Rolling Stones who actually attended Jones’ funeral. Neither did Pallenberg attend. Concerning this absence and its effects, Marianne Faithfull has written:

             Brian’s death acted like a slow-motion bomb, It had a

devastating effect on all of us. The dead go away, but

the survivors are damned. Anita went through hell from

survivor’s guilt and guilt plain and simple. She developed

grisly compulsions…Keith’s way of reacting to Brian’s

death was to become Brian. He became the very image of

the falling down, stoned junkie hovering perpetually on the

edge of death. But Keith, being Keith, was made of different

stuff. However he mimicked Brian’s self-destruction, he

never actually disintegrated (Greenfield, 2006).

It is rumored that it was Bob Dylan who paid for Brian Jones’ extravagant casket. Perhaps it was intended as a form of apology? For as Daniel Mark Epstein writes in his highly engaging biography/memoir, “The Ballad of Bob Dylan,” from a passage concerning Dylan’s inclination towards cruel, acerbic words spat at those he viewed as pestering him while he and confidant Bobby Neuwirth held an amphetamine-fueled court (performing “mental gymnastics”) at New York clubs like Max’s Kansas City:

            Brian Jones, the gifted, exquisitely sensitive English guitarist

who founded the Rolling Stones, idolized Bob Dylan. Jones was tiny,

an inch shorter than his hero, blond-haired, blue-eyed, and

androgynous looking, sporting frilly Edwardian blouses and bright

scarves. He was notoriously volatile, needy, and drug dependent.

By and by Neuwirth led him toward the table where the maestro

was holding court.

             Neuwirth welcomed the celebrated multi-instrumentalist who

had taught Mick Jagger how to play harmonica. Dylan bared his teeth.

First of all he declared the Stones were a joke—they could not be taken

seriously. Now everyone could laugh at that, true or not, because the

comment cost nothing, drew no blood. But then he explained to Jones

that he had no talent and that the band, joke that it was, ought to replace

him with someone who could sing. This made Jones unhappy, after all

he had been so happy to see Dylan in the bar. The Englishman swept his

flowing hair out of his eyes, which were tearing up as Dylan went into

detail about Jones’ musical handicaps. Jones began to cry. Now the whole

mob could see his weakness; it was a terrible sight, the flowing locks, the

lacy sleeves, the weeping—just the wrong image for a group called

“The Rolling Stones.” Dylan concluded. He may have been right; Jones

did not seem to be long for the Rolling Stones, or this world, for that matter.

A couple of years later he was found dead at the bottom of a swimming pool.

Some say that Dylan paid for Jones’ lavish coffin (2011).

Brian Jones and Bob Dylan attend a release party for the Young Rascals at the Phone Booth nightclub in New York City in November, 1965. (photo by Jack Robinson/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)]

Nearly immediately after Jones’ death (possibly even the day it was reported) lead singer for The Doors, Jim Morrison composed the poem: Ode to L.A. While Thinking of Brian Jones, Deceased:

I’m a resident of a city

They’ve just picked me to play

The Prince of Denmark

Poor Ophelia

All those ghosts he never saw

Floating to doom

On an iron candle

Come back, brave warrior

Do the dive

On another channel

Hot buttered pool

Where’s Marrakech

Under the falls

the wild storm

where savages fell out

in late afternoon

monsters of rhythm

You’ve left your


to complete w/


I hope you went out Smiling

Like a child

Into the cool remnant

of a dream

The angel man

w/ Serpents competing

for his palms

& fingers

Finally claimed

This benevolent



Leaves, sodden

in silk



mad stifled


The diving board, the plunge

The pool

You were the bleached


for TV afternoon


maverick of a yellow spot

Look now to where it’s got


in meat heaven

w/ the cannibals

& Jews

The gardener


The body, rampant, Floating

Lucky Stiff

What is this green pale stuff

You’re made of

Poke holes in the goddess


Will he Stink

Carried heavenward

Thru the halls of music

No chance.

Requiem for a heavy

That smile

That porky satyr’s


has leaped upward

into the loam


Jim Morrison in the Summer of 1969.

One Jim Morrison’s final notebook from his time in Paris, 1971.

Despite its obvious merits to any literate that would take the time to read it, the poetry of Jim Morrison has always been too casually dismissed. This dismissal mostly comes as a flippant reaction to the audience who have come to embrace Jim Morrison: generally comprised of awkward adolescents and teenagers who believe they are obsessed with death—when in actuality it is sex and a sense of discovery that has strangled their brains. Often, for this group of admirers it’s not even the man Morrison they cling to but the dark image of him, the risk and pleasure he represents. Yet, developing and hormone-addled youth shouldn’t be judged here, nor their easy acceptance of projected iconography that has certainly been marketed towards them; but the adult academics and intellectuals who continue to not only disregard the man’s work, but actually let out a little chuckle of disdain at his mention do deserve a harsh word or two.

To my mind and tastes Jim Morrison was a truly gifted American poet with a distinctive American voice and cadence that should be appreciated and celebrated, as Whitman’s is, as Robert Frost’s is, as Hart Crane’s is.

Again, he is dismissed because he was a rock star, but who could argue that if Rimbaud had come of age during the 1950s and 1960s in the United States that he wouldn’t have pursued the decadence of rock ‘n’ roll as a form of artistic expression before abandoning it all for the world of commerce?

Another factor for the lack of recognition (if not contempt) for Morrison’s writing is the confounding of his lyrics with his poetry. Although the two are not always mutually exclusive, for the most part they remain two different animals. Whereas Morrison might have crooned into your ear that there were “weird scenes inside the goldmine,” within his poems he could go on to meditate on these scenes, and although odd, it’s also all so very familiar:

I have a vision of America

Seen from the air

28,000 ft. and going fast

A one armed man in a Texas

parking labyrinth

A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird

in an empty lot in Fresno

Miles and miles of hotel corridors

& elevators, filled with citizens

                        (circa 1969)

There are certain conventions and limitations placed upon a lyricist that might work splendidly while sung along with the buzz and hum of an electric guitar or the roll of a drum but that nevertheless fall flat or seem simply self-indulgent when read upon the page. With the verse, notes, and fragments of dialogue that he constantly scrawled into the notebooks he always carried, Morrison could drop any “Lizard King” posturing of his rock ‘n’ roll persona and indulge in what he always saw as his true work: poetry.

Freeways are a drama, a new

art form. Signs. Houses.

Faces. Loud gabble of Blacks

at a bus stop.

With lines like these from the ending stanza of his poem The Guided Tour, or others such as “The bus gives you a hard-on/with books in your lap” Morrison was attempting honest artistic communication of a facet of the American experience, and more so the human condition. There are certainly lines of both Morrison’s lyrics and his poetry that come off as silly, but it should be remembered that he was still only a young man in his twenties and searching for his “voice.” This search itself is actually one of the aspects of his work that I find makes it so enjoyable. Additionally, despite the calculated images of a serious young Adonis with a svelte naked torso writhing in tight leather pants across many a teenager’s t-shirt, it should be noted that Morrison could be an incredibly goofy guy. For a more humanistic view of the man than the mystic hedonist that is traditionally depicted, I highly recommend you watch Tom DiCillo’s 2009 documentary When You’re Strange, narrated by Johnny Depp.

The dichotomy presented by the easy access to excess and fun afforded by being a rockstar butting up against a desire to pursue his literary ambitions with a serious, sensitive intelligence had begun to wear on Morrison fairly early into The Doors career. This discord—coupled with his highly addictive personality—led Morrison to begin drinking heavily, wander off, and participate less in the band’s creative/recording sessions; particularly for their third and fourth LPs, 1968’s Waiting for the Sun, and The Soft Parade, released in 1969.

Morrison in the closet of his room at LA’s Chateau Marmont hotel, May 1968, as The Doors were finishing recording sessions for Waiting For The Sun. (photo by Art Kane).

By 1969 Morrison often seemed dissatisfied if not outright bored with The Doors and their music, but had been dissuaded from quitting by the other members. He would go on to state in an interview with CBC Radio, “I’m hung up on the art game, you know? My great joy is to give form to reality. Music is a great release, a great enjoyment to me. Eventually I’d like to write something of great importance. That’s my ambition—to write something worthwhile” (Nester, 2011). His growing lack of interest in the music is occasionally evident in the band’s creative output of the time. This statement is in no way meant to disparage the music of The Doors, as I still believe to this day that together, keyboardist Ray Manzarek, drummer John Densmore, and guitarist Robby Krieger had one of the most singular sounds ever created by a rock band. I’m not even certain they qualify to be labeled as “rock.”

Cinematic in scope and theatrical in presentation, The Doors fluidly merged jazz associated time signatures with Latin rhythms, the primitive stomp and lustful swagger of the blues, and the sinister yet jaunty gait of a vaudevillian circus—the whole sound given flight by extended flourishes of flamenco, surf-rock riffs, and sharp apoplectic convulsions of psychedelia. Inexplicably, this sound could still urge the listener to tap his foot and sing along. Play any album by The Doors and tell me what other group (even those that are attempting to emulate) sounds like this? I suppose the only appropriate genre label for this group would be “weird.” Yes, they were a band of weirdos.

Take for example their performance of “Universal Mind” on the night of July 21st, 1969, where a showtune lament suddenly cascades to take on Mongo Santamaría’s “Afro Blue” (in an arrangement made famous by John Coltrane in 1963):

“Universal Mind” July 21st, 1969

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When at their best, what distinguishes this group’s sound from the majority of their contemporaries is that they not only sound extraordinarily alive and on a journey, but filled with dread at the awesome wonder of being so; the sound of there being “something not quite right.” It is that underlying but persistent sense of creation confronting dread that has bestowed their music with longevity despite (or perhaps as a side-effect of?) our desperate-for-the-next-hit culture. However, by the time The Doors were completing The Soft Parade, it seems Jim Morrison had grown fed up with the band and what the audiences expected of them, frustrated with his literary ambitions, and more so disgusted with both himself and the state of American affairs.

Being drunk is a good disguise.

I drink so I

can talk to assholes.

This includes me.

                        (from As I Look Back).

Could any hell be more

horrible than now

 and real?

                        (from Lament For The Death Of My Cock, 1969)

Do you know we are being led to

slaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting

obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

                                                (from An American Prayer, circa 1970)

            On March 1st, 1969 The Doors were scheduled to kick-off of their biggest tour ever by playing the Dinner Key Auditorium in the Coconut Grove neighborhood of Miami. Morrison had spent the week prior regularly attending performances by The Living Theater in California. These performances were meant to challenge conventional notions on love, decency, morality, and freedom of expression, and featured scantily dressed and nude actors both on stage and interacting directly with the audience. Inspired, Morrison has all this in mind when he steps on stage. However, after fighting with his girlfriend Pamela Courson, he has also spent the entire day drinking and missing connecting flights to Miami. Arriving late, he is extremely intoxicated.

A converted seaplane hanger, the Dinner Key Auditorium is filled well beyond capacity (the promoters had taken out the chairs in order to sell more tickets) and the air is stifling from the Florida heat. The performance that evening will be considered a disaster and would end abruptly when the stage collapses under the weight of the audience that had rushed up there at Morrison’s insistence. Morrison himself would be tossed into the crowd by an overwhelmed security guard. Afterwards, the Dade County Sheriff’s office issued a warrant for Morrison’s arrest claiming that he had deliberately exposed his penis while on stage, shouted obscenities to the crowd, simulated oral sex on guitarist Robby Krieger and was drunk at the time of his performance, he would be accused as well by the press of attempting to incite a riot. Although the man certainly was inebriated and did use “obscene” language, and the concert itself was perhaps not the best example of professional musicians, what occurred was a man’s impassioned plea for a spirit of brotherly love to permeate our cold, war-profiteering culture, and for the people to “wake up” from their lulled stupor, submissive to every sadistic and avaricious whim of a ruling elite; an elite that today is popularly called the “one percent.”

“You’re all a bunch of fuckin’ idiots! Lettin’ people tell you

what you’re gonna do! Lettin’ people push you around! How long do

you think it’s gonna last? How long are you gonna let it go on? How

long are you gonna let em push you around? How long? Maybe you

like it. Maybe you like being pushed around! Maybe you love it! Maybe

you love getting’ your face stuck in the shit! Come on! You love it,

don’t ya! You love it! You’re all a bunch of slaves. Letting everybody

push you around. What are you gonna do about it! What are you gonna

do about it!”

With these fervent words, and his repeated assertions of, “I aint talkin’ about no revolution, and I’m not talking about no demonstration, I’m talkin’ about having a good time; I’m talkin’ ‘bout love,” as well as his commands that the audience “love your neighbor ‘till it hurts,” Morrison might have been drunk but his message was still as poignant and passionate as those by any other concerned citizen, such as those by my favorite comedian (and philosopher) Bill Hicks, who twenty-four years later told his American audiences:

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, ‘Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?’ And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, ‘Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.’ And we … kill those people. ‘Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.’ It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love.

“The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”

For the most part, Morrison’s rants that evening made it impossible for the band to play through any of their hits as he insisted on repeatedly directly communicating with the audience, and his inebriated state seemed to rattle their typically intuitive musical communication. Essentially, it was not a great show. However, there are moments that are great examples of raw, blistering, “rock-out-with-your-cock-out” (pun intended) music. Morrison’s voice itself here exemplifies what he once wrote in one of his notebooks under the title of As I Look Back:

                        Elvis had sex-wise

                        Mature voice at 19

Mine still retains the

nasal whine of a

repressed adolescent

            minor squeaks & furies

An interesting singer

at best—a scream

or a sick croon. Nothing


The following track has been slightly edited by myself to focus upon the more poignant and entertaining moments, in terms of this discussion:

The Doors, March 1st, 1969

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The Doors live at the Dinner Key Auditorium, Miami (March 1st, 1969):

Are you Ready/Back Door Man/I Want Some Love/Five To One/Talkin’ Bout Some Love/Touch Me/I Was Born Here/Light My Fire/I Wanna See Some Action.

After the “Miami Incident” The Doors had found that the majority of their tour had been cancelled by the venues, as they were no longer willing to host them. Later that month Jim Morrison uses the forced lull in touring as an opportunity to record some of his poetry without the presence of the other members of The Doors. One of the finest of these recordings features Morrison’s memories of attending high-school dances as an army brat (his father was Rear Admiral George Stephen Morrison and happened to be in command of the Carrier Division during the controversial Gulf of Tonkin Incident in 1964—how’s that for a generation gap?). This piece is titled, Can We Resolve The Past?:

Jim Morrison in 1964 (photo by Alain Ronay).

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On Monday, April 28th, after further cancellations and the possibility of a three-year sentence in a Florida prison hanging over Morrison’s head, The Doors entered PBS Studios in New York to record for the show “PBS Critique.” Along with several other songs they performed their blues vamp “Build Me A Woman,” as well as the psychedelic epic (and title track) that closes The Soft Parade, which was due to be released on July 18th. A rarity for them performance wise, “The Soft Parade” is another fine example of my earlier statements regarding the total idiosyncratic nature of The Doors’ sound.

With their entire American tour cancelled, the group accepted an offer to perform at The Forum in Mexico City for four dates at the end of June.

The Doors in Mexico, June 1969

It would have been returning from this brief engagement in Mexico that Morrison would have first learned of Brian Jones’ death and subsequently compose his poem, Ode to L.A. While Thinking of Brian Jones, Deceased. Shortly after, with The Doors securing the two nights of July 21 and 22 at the Aquarius Theatre on Sunset Blvd, Hollywood, Morrison would self-publish this work and distribute it freely to those in attendance. To his irritation, the majority of The Doors’ audience, who only seemed to come to shows in anticipation of a spectacle, left these chapbooks to litter the floor—unread.

The Doors at the Aquarius Theatre.

On the evening of the 22nd, Morrison would tell the audience: “Hey, I’m tired of being a freaky musician; I want to be Napoleon! Let’s have some more wars around here. What a stinking, shitty little war we have runnin’ over there. Let’s get a big one! A real big one! With alotta…killings, and bombs, and blood!”  A little over two weeks later, a man and three women, “hippies” by all accounts and members of a cult, would enter a luxurious home in the Benedict Canyon area of Los Angeles and butcher five people, including actress Sharon Tate who was eight-months-pregnant at the time. They were directed by one man: Charles Manson. The “Manson Family” would later be arrested in Death Valley where they had been living while searching for a hole in the earth that would lead them to a fabled underground city. Four months after this concert the My Lai Massacre in Vietnam (in which roughly 500 unarmed Vietnamese men, women, the elderly, as well as children and babies were murdered by the U.S. military) becomes public knowledge after being suppressed for some twenty months by the government.

At this show The Doors also debut some preliminary compositions for the album they would record at the end of the year, Morrison Hotel, subsequently released in February of 1970. Of this material, one highlight is the live rendition of “Maggie M’Gill

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December 1969, Los Angeles, CA – Jim Morrison stands amidst a group of men outside the original Hard Rock Cafe in the skid row area of downtown L.A. – Image by © Henry Diltz/Corbis]

December 1969, Los Angeles, California, USA — The Doors dine in a Mexican restaurant. From right to left: Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek, John Densmore, and Robbie Krieger. — Henry Diltz

At the time of recording Morrison Hotel, it seems that Morrison’s lyrics and poetry begin to achieve a certain new level of maturity, as well as gaining a synthesis of vision between the two. As a poet, as a lyricist, as an “old bluesman,” Morrison comprehended the pure expression—the psychic communication—that can be achieved through symbolism. I believe the music itself on this album (and the next and last, L.A. Woman) reflects this. Many claim that these albums were “a return-to-form” but in reality The Doors had never sounded quite like this. Although by no means did Morrison cease his self-abuse, it does seem that he and his long-time girlfriend (wife, for all intents and purposes) did reach a level of stability, and that Morrison, at her urging, dedicated himself towards his writing more fully.

(photo by Raeanne Rubenstein)

Jim & Pam (edmund teske 1969)

While touring to promote this album, on April 7th Morrison had two poetic works bound together and published in one volume: The Lords and The New Creatures. The first half—The Lords—with its subtitle “Notes on Vision,” contains numerous thoughtful essay-like meditations on the human-condition in relation to his ability to experience reality, particularly in light of modern advancements in his ability to create the pictorial through the cinema. This work also explores both the liberation to be found in being an artist as well as the sinister element of subjugation that can occur through all this.

“There are no longer ‘dancers,’ the possessed.

The cleavage of men into actor and spectators

is the central fact of our time. We are obsessed

with heroes who live for us and whom we punish.

If all the radios and televisions were deprived

of their sources of power, all books and paintings

burned tomorrow, all shows and cinemas closed,

all the arts of vicarious existence…

“We are content in the ‘given’ in sensation’s

quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad

body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes

staring in the dark (p. 29)

“More or less, we’re all afflicted with the psychology

of the voyeur. Not in a strictly clinical or

criminal sense, but in our whole physical and


stance before the world. Whenever we seek to break

this spell of passivity, our actions are cruel and

awkward and generally obscene, like an invalid who

has forgotten to walk (p. 39).

“The Lords appease us with images. They give us

books, concerts, galleries, shows, cinemas.

Especially the cinemas. Through art they confuse

us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns

our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted

and indifferent” (p. 89).

Beginning the “Roadhouse Blues Tour” on January 17th 1970 at the more intimate Felt Forum within Madison Square Garden in New York, those born after a certain era have always been given the impression through marketing that The Doors had past their prime once Morrison had put on pounds, grown a beard, and abandoned the leather pants for jeans and a t-shirt. However, I believe the band has never sounded as dynamic and fully engaged with the music as they did on this tour. In fact the majority of live recordings you’ve most likely heard from this group, despite the “young lion” images of Morrison emblazoned on the LP covers, come from this era. It seems that at the band’s beginnings Morrison had calculated a figure so powerful and alluring that there was nothing he could do to destroy it.

As a demonstration of the band’s prowess at this time, check out what perhaps might be their finest live performance ever put on tape: from Saturday, May 2nd at The Pittsburgh Civic Arena, here’s “Roadhouse Blues.”

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Concerning the song and this performance, cultural historian and critic Greil Marcus (who, to those familiar with my blog by now must realize is one of my favorite go-to-guys for critical insight) had this to say:

“In Pittsburgh, on May 2, 1970, for the fourth number of the set, the band hammers into the song. It will take them seven minutes to tease, demand, threaten the song to force it to give up every secret it was made to reveal, and the drama unfolds when Morrison, his voice already desperate, preternaturally full, expanding with each line, descends into the bubbling swamp of the tune, the place without words. He disappears into the maw of the music and keeps going, you gotta cronk cronk cronk sh bomp bomp cronk cronk eh hey cron cronk cronk ado ah hey che doo bop dag a chee be cronk cronk well rah hey hey tay cronk cronk see lay, hey—he sustains it all for a solid minute. It’s harder than it looks. With each measure of vocal sounds the pressure is increased, the pleasure is deeper, the abandon more complete, the freedom from words, meaning, song, band, hits, audience, police, prison, and self more real, precious, and sure to disappear around the next turn if you don’t keep your eyes on the road. In that long minute, Morrison sings the whole song in another language, one only he could speak, but that anyone could understand. There is no document he left behind where he sounds more fulfilled as an artist, as someone who threw down the gauntlet and said to himself, to you, to whoever was listening, to whoever wasn’t, follow that” (2011).

Another fine example is their performance of “Love Me Two Times,” from August 21st at the Bakersfield Civic Auditorium in California. Here they effortlessly let the song drift where Morrison takes it, incorporating elements of the blues standard “Baby Please Don’t Go” (first recorded by Big Joe Williams in 1935), and “St. James Infirmary Blues,” that anonymous American ode to love lost through iniquity, made famous by Louis Armstrong in 1928 and covered countless times since.

(photo by Michael Parrish)


Having turned down an offer to perform at the Woodstock Festival, The Doors now agreed to play what was intended as the European version, located at the East Afton Farm on an area on the western side of the Isle of Wight.

Morrison would spend the following two months on trial for obscenity, but what was truly on trial was not only an artists’ right to express himself, but any American citizens’ right to do so. After a state-sponsored “Rally for Decency,” the Miami jury (the youngest member was 42 years old) convicted Morrison on misdemeanor counts of indecent exposure and open profanity while acquitting him of two felonies and two other misdemeanors. His bail was raised to fifty thousand dollars and he now faced a certain prison sentence (Melnick, 2010).

Following his conviction, Morrison filed an appeal and he and the band would spend the uncertain winter of ’70-’71 recording their sixth and final album together, L.A. Woman.

Just prior to the full commencement of the L.A. Woman sessions, On Tuesday December 8th, Jim Morrison would spend his 27th (and final) birthday at another recording session held exclusively for his poetry. Although the majority of these recording remains unreleased, on this day he would recite a devotional poem titled, Science Of Night.

December 8, 1970.

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Four days later at “The Warehouse” in New Orleans, The Doors would play their final live concert together. Halfway through this show Morrison seemed at first distracted and then just completely spent. After slumping down on to the floor, Morrison grabs the mic stand and continually slams it into the stage eventually splintering the wood. Then throwing the stand aside he leaves the stage. Ray Manzarek later states that he witnessed at this show all of Morrison’s “psychic energy” abandon his body.

Jim Morrison at The Doors last performance, December 12, 1970 at The Warehouse in New Orleans, LA.

L.A. Woman sessions (photo by Frank Lisciandro)

In preparation for a new album, over the next few weeks that followed their final performance The Doors would convert their office and rehearsal space—The Workshop, located at 8512 Santa Monica Boulevard in Los Angeles—into a recording studio. Despite numerous detriments at the time, L.A. Woman would be an artistic triumph. Recorded and mixed in only two weeks, and although these sessions were for the most-part a relaxed affair, it would feature some sublime and manic moments as on the title track, as well as marvelously rough recorded booze-soaked blues as on “Cars Hiss by My Window.”

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This album would also feature some of Morrison’s most direct and plaintive lyrics:

I need a brand new friend who doesn’t bother me.

I need a brand new friend who doesn’t trouble me.

I need someone who doesn’t need me.

                                                (“Hyacinth House”).

Here is that song recorded as a demo at guitarist Robby Krieger’s home studio:


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Jim Morrison would be dead within six months of these recordings.

L.A. Woman sessions (photo by Edmund Teske).

In the hopes of some respite from the threat of imprisonment, as well as a desire to escape his rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle for some time and concentrate on his writing once more, Jim Morrison and Pamela Courson relocated to Paris on March 11th 1971. At the time, he told The Doors’ manager Bill Siddons, “I don’t know who I am, and I don’t know what I’m doing at the moment. I even don’t know what I really want, I just wanna go away” (Moddemann, 1999).

Wandering Paris

Moving to No. 17 Rue Beautreillis, Morrison placed a desk near the window in order to write at. Spending the majority of his time wandering the streets, Morrison carried his notebooks in a bag at his side at all times.

So much forgotten already

            So much forgotten

            So much to forget

            Once the idea of purity

            born, all was lost



            And I remember

            Stars in the shotgun


            eating pussy

            til the mind runs



            A monster arrived

            in the mirror

            To mock the room

            & its fool


            Give me songs

to sing

& emerald dreams

to dream

& I’ll give you love



Naked we come

& bruised we go

nude pastry

for the slow soft worms


This is my poem

for you

Great flowing funky flower’d beast

Great perfumed wreck of hell

Great good disease

& summer plague

Great god-damned shit-ass

Mother-fucking freak

You lie, you cheat,

you steal, you kill

you drink the Southern

Madness swill

of greed

you die utterly & alone

Mud up to your braces

Someone new in your


& who would that be?

You know

You know more

than you let on

Much more than you betray

Great slimy angel-whore

you’ve been good to me

You really have

been swell to me

Tell them you came & saw

& look’d into my eyes

& saw the shadow

of the guard receding

Thoughts in time

& out of season

The Hitchhiker stood

by the side of the road

& leveled his thumb

in the calm calculus

of reason.

(excerpts from Paris Journal by Jim Morrison)

Wandering Paris on June 17th, 1971, Morrison came across two young American street musicians who were playing guitar in front of the Café de Flore. The three, getting drunk throughout the day, would rent an hour from a little local recording studio and attempt to “jam.” Morrison would tell the engineer it was his own band called Jomo And The Smoothies. “I get twenty-five percent of everything that happens, right?” he asked the other two musicians (Moddemann, 1999). However, these two new acquaintances failed to take any of it remotely seriously, despite Morrison’s repeated attempts to get them to settle down into any song. Eventually he would suggest one of his own more recent compositions and would begin to drunkenly, yet passionately bellow and croon his way through his ode to Pamela, “Orange County Suite”:

June, 1971 photo by Alain Ronay

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[Note: this track has been edited by me to remove much of the incessant and amateurish noodling of the other two musicians and focus upon what would be Jim Morrison’s final recorded performance]

For those who have been wondering why a discussion of Brian Jones has somehow transformed into a lengthy discussion of Jim Morrison and his work: two weeks after the above recording was made, and exactly two years later to the day of Brian Jones’ death, On July 3rd 1971 Jim Morrison was found dead in the bathtub of his Parisian apartment by his girlfriend Pamela. He was also only twenty-seven years old. They had spent the evening of the 2nd at the cinema watching a western starring Robert Mitchum, titled Pursued. Returning to their apartment at about 1.00 a.m. on July 3rd, Morrison sat down at his desk and attempted to write but could not concentrate. Instead they watched some Super 8 films of a recent Moroccan vacation and listened to old Doors albums. Afterwards the couple went to bed.

Plagued by coughing fits for weeks now, Morrison woke up and vomited. There were traces of blood within it. Not wanting to call a doctor, Morrison sent Pamela back to bed, and filled up the tub for a hot bath. The last thing she remembered hearing him say was, “Are you there, Pam? Pam, are you there?” Later that morning she found him submerged in the water with a smile on his face. At first she thought he was playing a joke. No autopsy was performed and the official cause of death was listed as “heart failure.”


Exactly forty-two years after Brian Jones’ death, and exactly forty years after Jim Morrison’s death—on a rainy afternoon in the town of Big Indian, located in upstate New York, My wife and I were married. Everyone made it through to the other side of that wet day just fine.

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