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Further on down the road Who? Where? JIM HAAS’S HOUSE BASEMENT, AUGUSTA ST, RACINE, WIS.JOHN RUETZ, GUITAR; BOB STEPIEN, BASS, PAUL DEMARK, DRUMS, MIKE BRUSHA, SAX, JIM HAAS, HARP; JACK VAUGHAN, VOCALS. It ain’t been a bad year. Got to be with the buds through the miracle of the Web. Funny thing learned .. memory plays tricks. Who said what when? We have different recollections. I know some of mine are false, but nevertheless, incredibly vivid. I’ve carried around a document of a set list we did one New Years, surely one of the greatest parties. Thanks to Marguerite and Norbert Haas as well as Jim. I’d like to think this document doesn’t lie, and that we can agree that this happened in this order. Shalom all! 1-LITTLE QUEENIE 2-LAST TIME 3-I’M 18 4-HEART OF STONE 5-JUMPIN JACK FLASH 6-HONEY DON’T 7-PACKED FAIR AND SQUARE 8-ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER 9-STILL GOT A LONG WAY TO GO  Here's the podcast radio show!  Correction: Note at least two mistakes in audio commentary… 1. Loa...

Motto for year: On the whole, I'd rather be in Philadelphia. Doug's Pool Hall -Poem - 2.2006 Blues Reunion with Jim and Dave in SF -Journal - 2.2006 The Pogues, The Orpheum, Boston, Mar. 15, 2006 -Review - 3.2006 Cuttin’d’News - Judas: God’s Man in Judea? -Essay 4.2006 Hey what about punk music? -Essay 5.2006 Art of Jeff Hull - Review 5.2006 Dr. Shroud - In June and July, a series of .. er Fragments and -Drawings 6.2006 American Primitive Vol. 2, I Got a NuGrape, Soda Pop Art - Review - 6.2006 Ben-Hur Epic: Gordon Thomas goes long Review by Gordon Thomas - 7.2006 Filene and Steffens - Essay - 7.2006 Spysmasher Serial -Poem - 7.2006 One’s 2 many…and a hundered’s not enough Ruetz and Co take NY - Journal - 8.2006 Dylan in Modern Times - Review - 9.2006 Dreamland Sea Bound A group grope - Group Poem Experiment - 10.2006 Long-buried Robert Junior Lockwood interview - Interview/Appreciation/Obituary - 11.2006

I have been fooling around with something called StripGenerator for a while. Some Slovene* cats made it. Right now it is being worked on [a new release - but once it's rev'd you can try it at stripgenerator.com. Let's you create cartoons, up to a point. With the help of Nuno Texiera, I was able to add color to the rudimentary pieces, so that now we are quite competitive with the production quality standards of, say, SouthPark. We are Zorb. See the latest drawing - Microsoft Speechwriters' HQ *Correction

Here’s this years picks that clicked. This year I’m gonna focus on songs rather than albums. Don’t know, may have done that last year too, for that matter. As we’ve said, the industry is moving back to this idea of the single. And it is probably what people want, and what the artists are capable of. I don’t mind paying 99 cents to see if there is a there there, as for example, with JJ Cale and Eric Clapton, or Cat Ibraham Stevens or the Holy Modal Rounders meet Godzilla. But before I babble on too much … here is the List of Jack’s Best 2006. The Levee’s Gonna Break - Bob Dylan, from Modern Times Till I Gain Control Again - Van Morrison, from Pay the Devil That Kind of Fool – Jerry Lee Lewis (duet with Keith Richards), from Last Man Standing Maimed Happiness – The New York Dolls, from One Day it Will Please Us to Remember Even This This Is Us – Mark Knopfler and Emmy Lou Harris Buried Alive in the Blues – Chicago Blues Reunion, from Buried Alive in the Blues But different this yea...

Ran this on Radio Weblog, bring it back for this occassion. Happy Christmas. [Assembled by dwarves] [At left, wreathe by Jeanne; photo by Mike] Opposite your chorus line of thought A trembling train with convictions rides In circles and clovers And unravels the poked pathway To find your feet Ten track minutes away from the Christmas tree glow That father digested Where copper through tourniquet currents flows To the chimney where no one has been To see the thin clank of the opening Just a panthering train cross the swells of the carpet Through oriental valleys and their piled paisley sockets Through skyscraper wrappings the apple spanked harlotty papers and things to return to your feet Flocking petitions like rotary blades remind of a balking sacred day when manger roasted hay and chimera wave hanks at a Lionel train --Jack Vaughan Adapted from original; "Garage," 1967

Darpa looks at Augmented Cognition. Kneejerk eyebrows raise. The questions: Is it ethical to send orders directly to the brain? Shouldn't they go through the mind first? read more  |  digg story

I wandered into the great art of James Hampton when his Third Throne of heaven was on loan as an installation at the Museum of Fine Art in Boston in 1977. Had no pre-knowledge or preparation for it. It was just there. And what it was was a spiritual experience of supernaturalness on earth. Most properly it is known as Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations' Millennium General Assembly. Imagine the Sliver Gate Quartet crossing paths with Sun Ra, all in the mind of a polite curator parson. Godsmacking, hey? Hampton was a person who in spare time and during retirement built an altar, wrote in cryptic Afric tongue, and kept all mostly to himself, all in Wash Dc. He created an altar in a rented alchemist garage. Discovered to the art world after he died in 1964, it was the biggest folk art treasure since Grandma Moses or the Peaceable Kingdom. But people are still picking up on Hampton in 2006. He is not too well known. His work is now in the Smithsonian American Art Museum. On a sec...

i.  Sweet little queen of spades  Strange little stone heart  A chestnut!  The architectural fragments  Of gone civilizations, like  The beaded silverware of a king  Now in a museum.  He’s got snakes on his head  And Buddhist dancing girls  Surround him.   ii.   How different it looks  My second time in the throne  Of the third heaven   Last date  In the tin-foil palace  Of silver and gold where  Religious balls hover  And flying wings wing   Fear not! Hampton sings  In my garage  I am a Saint  And God is the king.   iii.   Now in my ososad apartment  With the found fens rose  Long gone Sharon  Off over tea W e stared at each other  Over Aphrodite  Wrote a poem together  And I realized  I was a turkey   How small in the third heaven  I am an altar boy  Lighting candles  Ever...

Yea we'll walk the vast savannahs alongside your resuurrection and with legs of spiritus we'll wade in the hossanahs of new water from For John Lennon , Gregory Corso