Chapomatic

(Too much personal info follows.)

You won’t know what I’m talking about. I’ll give you a nickel if you do. I’m a fan of a band that was an antecedent to one of my favorites (Camberwell Now) called This Heat.

I quote from Calvin Trillin in a Chinese restaurant as he asks a waiter what that listing on the menu is: “You won’t like that.” I like music that would break a lease, or drive bugs from your house. Lucky they didn’t ask me to mix the General Noriega DJ party.

(How twisted is my musical taste? Okay. There’s a Japanese noise band called Merzbow; it’s one guy. The tough indie rawk kids went to the concert and said it was the loudest noise they’ve ever heard. Merzbow has some rich fans–there even was a one off record for sale, hard wired into a Mercedes car stereo; you had to buy the car and everything. See, there’s people who would buy that. I’m the kind of guy who break into it one night and replace the CD with Baby One More Time, and wait for the guy to react like the doctor in the movie High Anxiety. For fun.)

From a blog of course titled “20 Jazz Funk Greats” comes a link to This Heat….and a newly reissued 6 CD set.

I think I have a new suggestion the next time I get asked about presents.

“Armed”? Yeah, the linked blog’s politics ain’t the same as my own–I know the pictures on television are selected, and know which ones were on the TV because a group of nasty people wanted it there, and that those pictures don’t appear when the bad things happen to people who aren’t doing sales via mass murder.

The sympathizers of Hezbollah will do their thing; I do mine.