Broken Cars = Broken Hearts

I have really tried to quit the car man. I mean really. I walk when I can and got my bike up and running, but I need my car sometimes. I think that's why she went out on me. She knows I'm trying to quit her. My car can feel this relationship coming to a weekends only kind of relationship and it's driving her mad.


It really sucks when other people are relying on me to get somewhere, pick them up, or other things on my list that need a car to do so. She knows this. "Fuck me? Noooooo-fuck you," she says to me. Car, I will always want to be with you, but you cost a lot of extra money and the environment is tired of your shit and the way you guzzle gasoline like you have an "all-you-can-drink" tab going down at the pub. So, until the world changes or I have to retro-fit you into my dream Mad Max style vehicle because the world has gone bezerk, you will have to bear with the fact that we will see each other when we can.


I am dedicating this post to my car, the bitch that broke my heart this week. I will have you up and running in a day, I swear.Until then, here are some tunes to help remind me of you-silly car.

Fast Cars- Buzzcocks

Watching the Cars Go By- Felix Da Housecat

Just What I needed (Tittsworth Edit)-The Cars

Trippy Is As Trippy Does...

It's not always drinking and dancing here (that was last night), don't forget we enjoy other forms of art and creativity as well. I love posting music, but today I decided to talk about movies. While I enjoy most genres (ugh, please kill me now for using that word)I do love camp. A while back, I stumbled upon a film called Skidoo and once I saw the cast, I knew I had to watch. Admittedly, I do not handle psychedelics well at all. It's a bit like when I was in high school and ate a handful of Dramamine and tried driving only to watch the hood of my car start flexing. I pulled over and sat in there for hours with friends just whispering deranged thoughts and smoking, swearing we saw someone get murdered in a window of the house we were sitting in front of, so we left the car and ran into some bushes to hide. This movie is so trippy and the bonus is that I didn't feel like shit afterwards or sit in front of an aquarium crying and screaming for eight hours for reasons unknown to humans, plants, or animals. The film stars an arsenal of stars from yesteryear including Jackie Gleason, Carol Channing, and Groucho Marx as God. Need I say more? Enjoy the trailer with Timothy Leary and Sammy Davis Jr.:


Another movie I'm quite fond of is Smithereens. The film follows a girl who is trying to make her way in New York's East Village in the early 80's. The soundtrack is off the hook, like seriously it's not everyday you hear The Feelies and Singers & Players in a film. The double stuff in this Oreo, is that it stars Richard Hell!



I'm feeling all kids of groovy from the Skidoo, so how about some music from Smithereens?

Devious Woman -Singers & Players

The Boy With The Perpetual Nervousness - The Feelies

Huff and Puff and Sweat Your House Down....

Sweaty moments.....


I'll admit it- I like to push myself until I'm a sweaty mess at times. When you a have a roomful of people who believe in the same condition it's even better! Punk shows, dance clubs, your favorite bath house (?), or any place that some kind of physical assertion on your part takes place is good for the body and the mind. If you're the kind of person who is grossed out by the body and its perfect system to maintain a comfortable level of heat, then stay away from me- I'll only break your heart and perception of me and dryness. Sometimes sweating is not cool- public buses, social events where being sweaty could cause you to lose a contact or future job, or holding babys (they tend to slip out of sweaty hands). The short and sweet of it today is, you NEED to sweat sometimes and if you're missing some songs that could help get you there, I have some ideas.......

Sweaty Wet- KillaQueenz

Hotdog (Cosmo Vitelli Remix)-Simian Mobile Disco

Make It Hott (Crystal Castles Remix)-Uffie

Hot Hot Hot!!! (Extended Mix)- The Cure

Light As A Feather, Ring And Run, Bloody Mary...

Sometimes you just have to answer the door when life drops a steaming pile of baby shit on your doorstep, "ring and run" style. I've been listening to a lot of Leonard Cohen and his songs of love and hate, gypsies, dealers, beautiful and crazy acquaintances, and ghosts, which got me thinking about the beautiful losers I know and love. Decadence, debauchery, witty motherfuckers, substances, glitter, decay, desire, day old funk...these are just a few words that come to mind when I think of life as I know it; as it should be. I feel a change brewing, but not of the sort that can ever change my love of the underbelly of society. My daily routine, which is an act I feel is near to a hustle, reinforces my distrust of the so-called normal.

Desire- Tuxedomoon

I hate to be a drag, so I'll share a video instead:


Devil Lives In My Husband's Body -Pulsallama

Often at night, I find myself remembering spirits and the pranks of years gone by. One of these shadows I've been thinking of is an old friend of mine who had a severe phobia of knives. She would often spend the night and I would put a kitchen knife on the window sill in the darkened bedroom (covered in fake blood, of course) and tell her to look outside. She would open the curtain to look out, see the knife and scream her lungs out, while I roared with laughter...hyaena style. Although I love the dark, I've always been reluctant to play Bloody Mary in the mirror and reluctance turned to outright refusal after seeing the film Candy Man.

4 a.m. - Noblesse Oblige

My sick and twisted mind is quite feral for girl groups of the 60's. I really love the tragic tone on a lot of the songs as the cries of joy turn to an opposite emotion on the crazy spectrum of life. Big hair, big makeup, heels, switchblades. The tragically hip would be nowhere without the wicked fashion sense of bands like The Shangri Las, now would they? I don't hate, I appreciate?

You Don't Know- Ellie Greenwich

Part of the Solution, not the Problem

So, as this rocket ship of hot smelly baby diapers begins to take off, I thought I would take some time to throw some artists that have made a move in my heart towards the belief in all things good. Art is the one communication that the human being uses in every day dealings to document history, push boundaries of belief structures, or just get off on. Art comes in many forms and as I post in the future I hope to bring to light many forms of art and artists that I dig. This post I have chosen a few people that I would like to share with the world.

Brian David Braun

Brian David Braun is an artist that has continually blown my mind with his ability to capture great subject matter and then tweak it until it becomes a form of graphic design. I have never been able to catch a gallery showing, but I can imagine it’s a bit of controlled chaos in a slinky dress. A feeling of old school punk attributes comes through on everything I’ve seen so far, and it only gets better. This piece above is one of my favorites. Click on the picture to take a journey into Brian’s world of art in his pics area. Cheers Brian for being a solution and not a problem!


Meet Cleaver Theater


Meet Cleaver Theater, a fairly new family is on the block and they have brought back the best of what I loved about USA’s Night Flight and classic old school public television shows. A touch of Mystery Science Theater 3000 with more of an Adams Family meets the Jetsons flavor- as they describe it, “I'd best describe our show as the by-product of a frightening (yet strangely erotic) copulation between Barbara Billingsley and Tim Burton... while Donna Reed watches." It's a dash of rockabilly, a smatter of the sublime and heaping scoop of hep all folded into some of your favorite b-movies from the 40s-90s.” I watch every release these kids have put out and the attention to details and forgotten facts is the major selling point for me. I can only imagine how much fun they have in pre-production planning .Click on their picture to go to their web site and see more of this classic in the making. Cheers to you Meet Cleaver Theater family for being a solution and not the problem!



Venis with a Penis

One of my favorite new writers that seem to hit the nail on the head with his rants and poetry is Venis with a Penis. His taste in music is impeccable and the album reviews are some of the best on-point pieces I’ve ever read. His passionate writings about the waste of society that seem to run everything are my favorites though. Click on his picture to read his writings in his blogs- they will move you one way or another .Cheers to you Venis with a Penis for being a solution and not a problem!


More people will be brought up in the future along with art that I think deserves to be brought to the surface. Stay tuned kids- and remember to ask yourself if you’re part of a solution or part of the problem.

Sleep Deprivation Leads To Another Galaxy

Lately, I've been running on little sleep and I'm not sure, but I may like it? Granted I get all tweaked out when I'm driving and constantly think I'm hearing something break, but I'm beginning to like the slight feelings of post-narcotic binge shivers and light-headedness.
Speaking of shivers, there are certain artists whose voices can give you the chills like temperatures in the negative. For me, Antony Hegarty of Antony and The Johnsons is one of these artists. For once my motor-mouth is at a loss for words, so I'll just let the voice speak for itself in this track by Joan As Policewoman:
I Defy (feat. Antony)

Florence and The Machine is another performer I cannot get enough of. Her voice is powerful and her songs are always a bit quirky and her cover versions and collaborations are not to be overlooked. Here she is covering Lightspeed Champion:
Galaxy of The Lost


I have no pictures today, but I do want everyone to see this:


Pickle Surprise

To wrap things up, I want you to dance, because what's life without dancing? Not much really. I fell hard as for this band when I first heard them and hopefully you will also enjoy Imbeciles and the Poison Umbrella.
Virus

Leaving a Mark as a Wallflower.

It seems that as a rule, I don't dance until drinks have been had and the world is a rose colored blur of loveliness. This makes for a great night out and nothing seems to bother me when I'm this fuzzy. I love the conversations, a discussion of a new art project or musical adventure is usually started with someone, and people flirt with one another like we're all stars in some 70's swinger movie.
I guess what I have been pondering is will I ever leave this behind and grow up? I can't see myself NOT having this in my life, so what good would it do try and stop, eh? I remember being in my teens and loving the club and nightlife the first time I got a taste of it. I would stand against the wall and watch people dance, drenched in sweat communicating the moments feelings in a form of body language and I would feel a romantic tingling all over just knowing that the power of music had taken over all of our senses. I was shy of course and my lack of self confidence left me being alone, standing against the wall watching others dance with each other. I studied every dance style I saw, every style of club lighting that flashed before me and what design it would make on the floor, and how deep the bass would get on certain songs and what it did to my tummy (still love that, but now I know it's a bit lower that tingles-not the tummy).
Drinks later I found that dancing was easy when I didn't give a shit, so I slowly pulled myself off the wall and eased my way unto the dance floor. Trance like emotions of fearlessness overtook me and I saw that my church was the club. I still do this ritual to this day and love it every week. I don't think I could ever be a straight edge, "healthy" person who enjoys the club and nightlife like I do now. I think they go hand-in-hand with each other. I know people out there go to clubs and just dance with no drinking all the time, but that's all I know after all these years. It's my communion. If you ever hear me say I'm going to clean up my act and leave this all behind- you will never see me again. I would rather leave it all behind and forget I was alive at one time in my life. This wallflower will probably just wither and die in the night life, but I wouldn't have it any other way.


So I want to share some of the more "left-of-field" style of tunes that have been haunting my head as of late.

Gang Gang Dance has a new one out that I think I love more than "God's Money".....
This cut has replace "Egowar" for me and I thank them for this- they deserve your attention.

Gang Gang Dance- House Jam

This next one is a cut off of Trolle & Siebenhaar's new album called "Couple Therapy". It's really good and reminds me of the flow and feelings I get from Nouvelle Vague.I swear the guy doing the duel vocals on this track sounds like Antony Hegarty from Antony and the Johnsons. You tell me......

Trolle & Siebenhaar- Shortcuts feat Dino Fantastic

Mother Nature Has A Wicked Backhand

Ahhh, Sunday is here to remind me of the horror that is the workweek. Last night was an interesting night where again, there was drink and dance. I checked out a club night I have never been to and it was refreshing to hear new music in the club, thanks to That Digital Kid.

I woke up with a sore throat, tasting like a dash of hot garbage, so I think Mother Nature called up Satan and decided to send me a reminder that I need to calm my ass down...or something? Bruises, both internal and external catalog my weekends. As I was looking for some music to share, I stumbled upon one of my Nan Goldin books and if you are not familiar with her work, she is worth checking out. Her photography is absolutely beautiful.



I want everyone to hear this Roxy Music song, because it is stunning.
In Every Dream Home A Heartache

Townes Van Zandt was a seriously underrated artist who also deserves a serious listen. This is one of my favorite songs by him.
Waiting Around To Die

To put some pop into the morning, I'm also tossing on Ladyhawke. Don't fret, no serious business here...just fizzy.
My Delirium

Friday Night, Saturday Morning

I think I'm still a bit intoxicated, but the blog must go on! I went out last night and woke up to such scandalous things, it would make your eyes bleed. I kid...it was just a typical night of sleep-deprivation and booze, which led to me passing out, waking up and drinking and dancing again on the early daylight hours. Enough about my Friday, for I want you to have a great Saturday. It felt great to go out all casual last night and get to drinking and having fun.I have a feeling home dance parties are going to take over the world and I want to help the cause, so we throw down mixes and get to it. More on that in the future...

I was in a mood for some John Cooper Clarke recently, so I listened to a homemade comp I have and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy for punk poets. Listen to him tell tales of what can be found on the Midnight Shift:

Midnight Shift

To counteract the heaviness of the John Cooper Clarke business, I want to put something light and fluffy. Hot Gossip was known mostly for their dancing, but this song is off the charts for me and my fellow blogger. This features siren Sarah Brightman and Billy Idol's ex Perry Lister.



I Lost My Heart To A Starship Trooper

The seasons are changing and the smell of hot garbage is alive in the air....

Whoa! The beginning of a new school year is upon us and this only means one thing- romance and parties! Fall is my favorite time of the year and with it comes a beautiful show of colors and smells. Hot garbage of the summer becomes luke-warm garbage of the fall and that's kinda nice. Dead leaves mixed with cocktails and costumes equals parties galore at every corner and a sense of romance has people cuddling up with each other.

With this in mind...... I think some classics with some new inspirational tunes are in order to help us along with hanging out with our chosen smelly friends.

Lily has some new stuff coming and this sneak peak wraps up the attitude of saying good-bye to an eight year run of destruction and ass-holery.


Lily Allen- Guess Who Batman
Love the fact that this will be the new "Na-na-na-na-hey-hey-hey-gooooodbyyye" song!

Mr. Alburn's new project with some of the kids of the Gorillaz, called Monkey, is out there now. This tune reminds me of cherry blossom trees blowing in the wind for some romantic imagery.


Monkey-Heavenly Peach Banquet
This one makes you feel all soft inside......mmmmm, soft hot garbage.

and finally, Deee-Lite is always a crowd favorite, but this tune is made for lovers and hot cider smooches!


Deee-lite- Apple Juice Kissing
Easy skankin' along with kissable apple-breath that is NOT hot garbage breath- always better in the long run!

I leave you with a picture that has left me in good spirits. A burger baby bringing you a delicious hot garbage sandwich. Mmmmmm, good times are here.

Pleasure for Pleasure

I need an intervention...an IAMX intervention. My name is (insert clever blogger alias here) and I am an addict. I'm so obsessed with this band that I listen to them at least once a day. Some of you may be familiar with IAMX front person Chris Corner from his work with Sneaker Pimps, Robots in Disguise,oodles of production credits,and The Mighty Boosh connection. He's a very busy bee and tours like a machine, so if you get the chance to see a live performance you should do so. Please don't get me started on my love of The Boosh, for I would be left a pile of hot garbage indeed.



I've heard the music described as dark-erotic-electronic, but it's good and label-defying and isn't that all that really matters? The beats are insane and the lyrics run from hot and bangin' to thought provoking. What more could you want? Strong visuals? They have them. I like the cabaret sex clown image they conjure in my brain. The Alternative is a great album for "talking" or screaming at the top of your lungs, or maybe a combination of the two?
I'm going to share two tracks with you:

"Spit It Out" is possibly my favorite track from the album The Alternative.
Spit It Out

"You're The Conversation (I'm The Game)" is from the soundtrack to the film Les Chevaliers du Ciel, and features Sue Denim from Robots in Disguise on lead vocals.
You're The Conversation (I'm The Game)

In the beginning.....

So, what does a baby that smells like hot garbage do? What does it like to listen too? Does it like art or the finer things in life? What would a baby that smells like hot garbage do in the heat of street fight?

We will fill all you lovely people that care to check us out know these fine facts of life in the up coming days. Give us a minute to get our bearing straight. We hope to bring you the music that turns us on, art that we dig, people on the street we dig, food we love, movies that turn us on, favorite cocktails, and much more. Hang in there Sloopy, we're coming!

Here's something to kick us off....


We love this guy......


His message is better though.



And how about some music we dig?

Love, love love these songs!
Two Lone Swordsmen-Sex Beat
Two Lone Swordsmen did this remake of a classic Gun Club song.....awesome!
Gary Numan-Stormtrooper in Drag
Gary Numan hits the mark for loner nights on the prowl. Hot garbage indeed!