Updates on house show recordings, self-released music, dead beat writing from Phoenix artists.

 

Bootleg Blues at Mansion Hill Tavern

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Excerpt: Last night wandering Covington / Newport blues bar scenes dodging schizophrenic trumpet players and men in uniform with their faced jerked into diesel smiles and salmon teeth, all for a beer and a piano for my father. Ended up at the Mansion Hill Tavern, where I have memories of being a kid breathing, just below the burned tobacco clouds trying to work up a drink as bands played. Tonight Lamont Gillispie & 100 Proof was doing a set. I played Playboy pinball, which is the worst pinball machine ever invented. It’s designed like porn. You pay money for something that looks…

Street Recordings
June 6th, 2009
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Tags: blues, midwest, Street Recordings
 

Filthy Grin Vs. Holy Zoo – Hungry Locust Broadcast

Hungry Locust Broadcast Part of the ongoing webcast improv sessions. Filthy Grin played host, Zoo played parasite. Parasite’s recording to follow.

Filthy Grin, Music
May 30th, 2009
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Tags: ambient, Noise, skype
 

Filthy Grin Dies

Uncovered demo from the archives. Filthy Grin Dies Blank

Filthy Grin, Music
May 28th, 2009
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Tags: broken sound, miminal synth
 

Filthy Grin Dies Moithing

Broken synth sound. Filthy Grin Dies Moithing

Filthy Grin, Music
May 27th, 2009
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Tags: broken sound, miminal synth
 

Live Street Recordings: Bardstown Road Louisville, Ky

Pasta jazz Street Recordings in Louisville Recorded at Ray’s Monkey House, rotating jazz band. First clip is a random duo on the street where motorcycle mama’s were exchanging gas from the intestines of their harley’s. Random sex offers and telephone numbers, while kids push their acoustic guitars in the faces of meandering families. Read the rest of this entry »

Music, Prose, Street Recordings
May 23rd, 2009
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Tags: gypsy, louisville music, midwest, Street Recordings
 

Skype Session 01

Utilizing hijacked mixers to record Skype voip sessions, Holy Zoo and Drek improvise some kind of musical monster. The recording approach is based roughly on the Two Tape Mutation concept outlined in a Burroughs novel. The limitations imposed by recording audio through Skype, actually benefit the end result. Side A (Drek) Radio Show Host Hiding Out Near the Ocean Broken Antenna

Music
May 21st, 2009
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Tags: ambient, Noise, skype
 

Feeding The Smile

Or sweet rewards for living

Or sweet rewards for living

Multi-part collaboration between Drek Campbell and A.K. 47. Soon to be printed in a book and subsequently burned for understated crimes against the sanctimony of marriage.

Media
April 29th, 2009
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Tags: collage, deconstructionism
 

Gravity as Destination

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Excerpt: I ride an easy ticket to Frisco to leave Phoenix and its sun, salesmen, wearing friendship grins until their gums bleed in the wind. It’s no small thing to live, eclipsed by the grains of sand and finances. Dirty Dora climbs her chair, smiles bold, gap-toothed, eating her lips at passengers oiling their eyelids. Birds clean their wings on thermals dive bomb glass pebbles and tin foil. Accepting gravity as destination. Someday I’ll learn from Dora and birds, and save my footsteps from…

Poems
April 28th, 2009
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Tags: midwest, voyeurism
 

Antenna

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Excerpt: Antenna Kitchen, flooring peels at edges a bit, there are children’s foot-sized grooves where it creaks. The counters are clean, the sink is all soap and bubbles. Clean plates dry, sun graces dishwasher, shadows hit the dog’s mat. Antenna Office, no bigger than a bed, a shower, and three chests of drawers side-by-side. It has two rooms – one has two chairs, a potted plant, and an elk near a stream in fog. The other room has a desk no paper, a pen, a chair in front tilted to the door, and a chair in back tilted to the wall not-quite-white-not-quite-yellow, and blank….

Poems
April 2nd, 2009
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Tags: homeless, isolation, midwest, voyeurism