Obama Riding a Unicorn

http://chrisbishop.com/obama/

Giant Robot 2 - Post-It Show 3

Until January 14 of '09, the Giant Robot 2 store in L.A. will be presenting Post-It Show 3, an exhibit of Post-It art by more than 95 artists, including some of my personal favorites, such as Gary Baseman, Allison Cole, Jill Bliss, Nikki McClure, Jeffrey Brown, and many others. With more than 2,000 works and some starting at only $20, it's possible to score a cool piece.

Post-It Show 3 at GR2

December 13, 2008 - January 14, 2009

2062 Sawtelle Boulevard

Los Angeles, CA 90025

(310) 445-9276

http://www.gr2.net/

http://www.giantrobot.com/blogs/transmissions/2008/12/post-it-3.html

Laugh riot - Hilarious Web Surfing

It's the Friday before Christmas.
If you're at work, you can't be doing very much.
Even if you've got a lot to do before leaving town,
your brain is probably keeping you from concentrating on much more than
"I wonder if they're gonna bring lunch in for us today."

Most likely you'll be doing quite a bit of web surfing today.
Here's three hilarious websites to keep you entertained during the 4:00 hour
when things start to feel really hard.

#1: The Douchebag's Guide to Life
This is a new blog launched by comedian Ben Johnson from Chicago, Illinois.
In it he promises to give advice on all sorts of life's problems.
His first entry, "Guide to Waking up to Someone Who's Currently Pissing in their Sleep," offers gems like
"To start with, insensitivity is a bad reaction" and
"That pee is at least partially your pee. Maybe not physically, but ethically."

#2: Jokes.com
This is Comedy Central's attempt to centralize every comedian in history into a one-stop-shop. Overall, the site is pretty good. What it lacks in older material by people like Bill Cosby and Shelley Berman it makes up for with extensive coverage on everyone who's ever done a Comedy Central 1/2 hour special. Hopefully the site will continue to grow its archives in years to come. Now in its infancy, the site is still a great place to spend some time with bios on comedians, lots of jokes, and (for those of us who can sneak Earbuds to work) videos.

#3: Cakewrecks
This blog is simply awesome. Displaying and commenting on some of the world's biggest "whoopsies" in the bakery field.

Two of my favorites:



"At first I thought the decorator was just being clever, but then I noticed the "Somewheres". Yeah. Well, there went that theory."



"How you know your impending wedding is merely an excuse for your co-workers to eat cake"

Laugh Riot - Shelley Berman

I recently had the opportunity to meet and work briefly with a comedic hero of mine,
Shelley Berman.

Mr. Berman is one of the original Compass Players, a performance group that was the first of its kind to use improv, not as an acting or writing tool but as a form of entertainment. They laid the foundation for all improvisation that came after from Second City and Saturday Night Live to Curb Your Enthusiasm and every Christopher Guest film ever made.

A studio in Chicago is doing a documentary on The Compass Players entitled "Compass: The Birth of Improvisational Theatre."


Mr. Berman is still working as an actor into his golden years on shows Curb Your Enthusiasm and Pushing Daisies.

Please enjoy some of his stand up.

"Hold On"

F#$!

After stumbling half-awake into the Green Room at the theatre company I work for to toast some Pop-Tarts this morning, I noticed this little gem of a note, written by an anonymous passive-aggressor:



Transcription: "Stop Putting half opened packs of coffee in this tray - it's for sugar you F#$ !"

I promptly submitted it to Passive Aggressive Notes. Thanks, for the giggles, fellow co-worker!

Disney's "High School Musical" Concert Ukulele

What?!

Our most popular posts

Here are Tragically Hipster's most popular posts since it's inception:

1. Shana Lutker interview - 351 views
2. Tao Lin Offers a Cure to Existential Despair Through Strategic Investment Opportunities - 103 views
3. Flight of the Conchords at Largo - 99 views
4. Ariel Pink interview - 83 views
5. Rau Art Review of Philip Lorca DiCorcia at LACMA - 48 views

Just because they're the most popular doesn't make them the best, Brenda, but they may be worth a look.

Prop 8... The Musical?!?!

No matter what you think about Prop 8, you have to admit that this is funny as hell! (p.s. - I for one wish we'd been voting to eliminate all state administration of "marriage", but we'll save that post for another time)

In the mean time:

Prop 8: The Musical!

See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

Mmm...Hamm...

“If it feels like a slice of ham, don’t wipe your ass with it.” – Jon Hamm’s John Ham

Thanks, SNL!

Hello Kitty Hell

As a Hello Kitty fan, I am at once delighted and horrified by my own addiction. That's why I so very much enjoy Hello Kitty Hell - one man's frightening journey into the bottomless pit that is his wife's HK fixation. Behold his future:

Prick Up Your Ears 2008

A good friend of mine (with impeccable taste) generally sends out an annual "best albums of the year" list via email to a select group of friends... This year he has posted it on a friend's blog for easy sharing.

Click the photo to read his comments on the top 10, and several honorable mentions.

Go check it out and discuss the merits and pitfalls of his list (or come up with you own)!

All thanks to Greg Stump... who deserves all glory (and ridicule) for the list.

"Barking at the Moon"

On Saturday I saw the new Disney computer-animated movie Bolt with The Blogfather and his 12-year-old brother. For a family pic I really enjoyed it (and laughed my ass off at the quixotic, somewhat insane hamster), but I was surprised to hear what sounded like a Jenny Lewis song playing under a montage about halfway through the movie. The Blogfather thought it might be Jewel, but I wasn't convinced. Sure enough, after checking the credits at the end I was able to confirm that it was Jenny. (After constantly playing "Under the Blacklight" all spring and summer, her beautiful little trill is ingrained in my brain.) The track is called "Barking at the Moon" and it's lovely, as her music tends to be. Kudos to the Disney people who asked her to perform on the soundtrack - an unexpectedly cool choice.

"The Relevance Was Alaska's"

The Relevance of Africa
Sarah Palin

And the relevance to me
With that issue,
As we spoke
About Africa and some
Of the countries
There that were
Kind of the people succumbing
To the dictators
And the corruption
Of some collapsed governments
On the
Continent,
The relevance
Was Alaska’s.


"Not since Walt Whitman published Leaves of Grass has there been such an electrifying debut. And she is yet to publish a collection. This is an astonishing poetic insurgency. The building momentum will soon be unstoppable."

LINK:
Sarah Palin for Poet Laureate

Laugh Riot - Jokes

Sometimes the best way to start a laugh riot is by simply telling some good, old fashioned jokes.
Of course, what's funny and what's not is totally *subjective.
* "Subjective"- drinking alcohol makes everything funnier.





"Hello, is this thing on?"....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Why does a chicken coup have 2 doors?

Because if it had 4, it'd be a chicken sedan.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What do you call an Italian with a rubber toe?

ROBERTO!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Did you hear the joke about the roof?

Never mind it's over your head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Boom!
Thank you!
Good Night America!"
Tip your waitress.

HOME ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Funky Forest: First Contact on DVD

Crop circles are awesome!

So apparently this one is old news, but I just found out about it...

Let me start by saying that crop circles are AWESOME!

If you believe in aliens... AWESOME.
or if you enjoy the exploits of clever pranksters... AWESOME.
If you're into geometric abstract art... AWESOME.
If you're a geek at heart... AWESOME.
If you love puzzles ... AWESOME.
If you enjoy picturesque landscapes... AWESOME.
If you're an Anglo-phile... AWESOME.
Everything about them is AWESOME!

So...
Now that we have established that you like crop circles...
(unless you are a prudish, British hating, nature killing, art-phobe, lunk head)

Check this out...


"Yeah, Yeah... Okay... So what... It's just a crop circle..."

Maybe...
But this is a crop circle that abstractly depicts the first 10 digits of pi!
A crop circle that says - "3.141592654..."

Don't believe me? Check this out.


It even includes a mini crop circle decimal point!

I think the middle school mathlete in me just wet himself with glee...

You can read more here.

The Japanese: Imaginations Still as Cute/Deeply Disturbing as Ever

Petition signatures to put the nation of Japan under a plexiglass lid so as to safely observe its culture will now be accepted:

Laugh Riot - Banksy

I'm a late comer to the art of Banksy,
an artist in Europe who's medium is spray paint
and who's canvas is the city.

He is a man who paints a sense of humor where there forgot to be one.

Some of my favorites:













But please visit his website yourself.

BANKSY

He's got tons more art there.

Haunting and Lovely

Official Site
Let the Right One In Director Slams Remake

Educated Optimism and the Collective

Today I wore my “Obama ‘08” button, even though it’s too late to campaign for Barack or stir a conversation with an undecided voter. The button, if it ever had any impact on the people around me, is now rendered useless. Last night, Barack Obama was named the new President-Elect of the United States of America.

As an individual, my vote did not affect the outcome of the election. Presidential elections will never come down to one vote as long as the Electoral College remains firmly in place. But as a member of a large group of citizens who mobilized and turned out in droves to cast their votes for Obama, I am one of many people who chose to see themselves as a collective rather than individuals. I am one of many who stepped into the voting booth or mailed their ballot in the hopes that they could help to turn the tide. One vote doesn’t mean much, but if so many Obama supporters hadn’t exercised their right to vote, the election would have had entirely different results.

I believe it was this camaraderie, this awareness of the danger of apathy and the significance of standing up for what you believe in, that led people into the streets to celebrate Obama’s victory in Oakland, Seattle, Chicago, Washington D.C., and New York City. There were celebratory gatherings in England, Kenya, Costa Rica, China and many other nations around the world. And individuals and families across the nation and overseas sat joyfully in their homes as Obama gave his televised victory speech – a speech that weighed heavily with the difficult tasks ahead of him, a speech that called on Americans to think of the greater good and to serve their communities, a speech that recalled the painful moments of our history and painted a cleaner, brighter future, a speech that brought many in the diverse crowd in Chicago to tears.

The election of Obama has renewed my belief that our individual actions matter. We are each one small piece of a vast union and each of us must be willing to take responsibility for his or her choices, whether we disconnect from what lies outside our comfort zones, or whether we jump into the fray and try to make positive changes wherever we view a need. Young voters and African-American voters turned out in record numbers, but they alone did not create the wave of support that turned key states from red to blue. Individuals all over the nation, many who had not voted in previous elections, understood the importance of their individual votes. Because so many individuals didn’t allow themselves to become apathetic, they were able to form a collective that brought about a significant milestone in our nation’s history.

My Obama vote had little to do with race, gender, age or any other physical trait. Quite simply, Obama demonstrated to me and many others through his voting record and his many speeches, appearances, and writings that he has compassion for people in need, for working-class and middle-class singles and families, for immigrants, for people who experience discrimination, and for segments of the population that have been ignored for the past 8 years. He always appeared poised, thoughtful, logical and ready to lead. He admitted his imperfections and the areas in which he lacked specific knowledge, but he never seemed weak or unable to handle new information. Listening to Obama speak, for once I didn’t feel like I was being swindled or that someone was attempting to sell me a leader who was the lesser of two evils. I felt inspiration, hope and genuine excitement about the election, and I realized how great a privilege it really was to be able to vote for someone I believed in.

For those who were so busy booing Obama that you failed to hear his speech last night or turned off the T.V. before he finished, you missed an opportunity to be a part of something big, something bigger than yourselves, your immediate surroundings and you political party. Just as John McCain gave a gracious, humble concession speech, Obama spoke with equal grace and humility. If you missed his speech because you were angry about McCain’s loss, you missed the opportunity to witness a new sense of hope and responsibility in America, a fresh perspective that is not based on fear, but on educated optimism. You missed an opportunity to witness millions of Americans all over the country coming together in the streets to celebrate and revel in the power of democracy.

And now the work begins. Obama will be tested. His administration will be tested. The American people will be tested. We don’t know what crises we will face in the next four years or what actions we will have to take to overcome them. We don’t know who will rise to the occasion and who will fall. We must remain cautious with our government and learn to recognize when our leaders are taking steps toward a healthier and more unified nation, or when they are acting out of fear, greed or self-interest. The collective truly has the power to make a positive impact on the world stage, and thus each one of us as individuals, and we must remember this fact before cynicism rears its head once again.

With the election of Barack Obama I believe, for the first time in my life, that the government will be taking steps toward truly protecting and supporting the American people – male or female, poor or wealthy, young or old, healthy or sick, Republican or Democrat. The people of my country are inspiring me to become a better person. For the first time since childhood, I almost believe in the American Dream.

Michael Crichton Has Departed to the Great Amusement Park in the Sky

...hopefully, he will find it devoid of malfunctioning robots, genetically-cloned oversized lizards, talking apes, or pretty much anything else that has ever been featured as a plot device in one of his novels.


If you're looking for a fitting way to pay the man tribute, may we recommend reading -- you know, actually reading, rather than watching the movie version -- Jurassic Park? It doesn't have any of the cool CGI or the gosh-isn't-this-neat John Williams score, but it is a markedly better story, and one of the most intense reads you're likely to stumble across for a good long while.

LINK: RIP Michael Crichton (A.V. Club News Bulletin)

Back to our regularly inconsequential programming: featuring Captain Fantastic Faster Than Superman Spiderman Batman Wolverine Hulk And The Flash...

Via Telegraph

"A Return to Traditional Values"

Dead Set
Election night has come and gone, and surely no matter which side of the political fence you reside upon, some things went your way while others did not. But lost in the shuffle of celebrations and recriminations has been perhaps the greatest issue of them all, elucidated in yesterday's Guardian U.K. with heartbreaking clarity by writer, actor, and impassioned advocate for the undead, Simon Pegg:

ZOMBIES DON'T RUN!

I know it is absurd to debate the rules of a reality that does not exist, but this genuinely irks me. You cannot kill a vampire with an MDF stake; werewolves can't fly; zombies do not run. It's a misconception, a bastardisation that diminishes a classic movie monster. The best phantasmagoria uses reality to render the inconceivable conceivable. The speedy zombie seems implausible to me, even within the fantastic realm it inhabits. A biological agent, I'll buy. Some sort of super-virus? Sure, why not. But death? Death is a disability, not a superpower. It's hard to run with a cold, let alone the most debilitating malady of them all.

More significantly, the fast zombie is bereft of poetic subtlety. As monsters from the id, zombies win out over vampires and werewolves when it comes to the title of Most Potent Metaphorical Monster. Where their pointy-toothed cousins are all about sex and bestial savagery, the zombie trumps all by personifying our deepest fear: death. Zombies are our destiny writ large. Slow and steady in their approach, weak, clumsy, often absurd, the zombie relentlessly closes in, unstoppable, intractable.

However (and herein lies the sublime artfulness of the slow zombie), their ineptitude actually makes them avoidable, at least for a while. If you're careful, if you keep your wits about you, you can stave them off, even outstrip them - much as we strive to outstrip death. Drink less, cut out red meat, exercise, practice safe sex; these are our shotguns, our cricket bats, our farmhouses, our shopping malls. However, none of these things fully insulates us from the creeping dread that something so witless, so elemental may yet catch us unawares - the drunk driver, the cancer sleeping in the double helix, the legless ghoul dragging itself through the darkness towards our ankles.

For more of Pegg's heartfelt review of a television miniseries unlikely to ever see the light of day on this side of the pond, we suggest you click here.

Strange Days

There are (1) people who like politics. There are (2) people who like the stock market. There are (3) people who like the arts. There are (4) people who just wanna have fun. Maybe some others.

Usually those first two groups have crossover, and the last two as well, but it's pretty rare to find a 1-3 pairing or 2-4, etc.

Certainly my peers, while responsible voters, were not obsessed with the Bush-Gore election. Certainly my peers could not explain the stock market's bizarre tics.

But here we find ourselves, at a time when due to a conflagration of post 9-11 searching, previous generations' money borrowing, 24-hour news saturation, a 2-year campaign trail, A Series of Inconvenient Truths and spam that references the credit crisis, being interested in the arts or having fun with your friends feels fey/juvenile/wasteful/pointless.

Right after 9-11, of course, a number of comedians took a couple weeks off, because even they couldn't figure out how comedy mattered any more.

And it's truly bizarre to see KCAL reporting on Damien Hirst's "For the Love of God" sandwiched between bankruptcy stories.

This is actually a familiar feeling: in younger days, many many people told us that we needed to put down the guitar, and that it was wrong to worry about whether you liked your clothes when there were those who had none. And then the first few of our generation edging into adulthood "opted out," in one way or another.

Philosophically, I believe culture is precious. I don't think there is any sense in sending Tim Hawkinson and Joanna Newsom off to die in a war. I don't think Tracy Morgan should be laying low while the country's in a serious mood. But these days I feel a bigger and bigger disconnect between what I think about and what I think I should think about.

That last sentence could be misleading - of course I care about the election and the economy. Many people I love deeply will have their lives irretrievably altered if things "get worse." But I voted early and voted my conscience: why can't I enjoy my book tonight? Why do I feel like I have to watch the news to see what's happening with the election?

It's certainly not my hobby. I am not a (1). I get so confused and frustrated watching the news that I have a no-TV news rule. But now I feel like I have to break it, like not watching could have some disastrous consequences.

Last Thursday, a window opened up. I was flushed with creative energy, and ready to assign myself a 5-a-week regimen of exercises from Miranda July's "Learning to Love You More." Now, I'm back to where I was Wednesday, meaning I couldn't even think of that. I literally feel that the threat of terrorist attack, war, or economic meltdown is so nearby, making my creative impulses feel meaningless. Why? Is the threat real? For how long?

In July, Adbusters ran a cover feature about "Hipsters", calling them (us?) the dead end of civilization. It was a ridiculous those-darn-kids article suggesting Adbusters may be out of ideas, but it's general idea was disturbing: kids who go to concerts are inferior to those who volunteer.

Is this true? If so, where does it stop? After work and sleep, I have about 6 hours every day. Should I be maximizing those 6 hours for their social impact? And how do I know what's more important: Leaving aside my passions, and just going with political issues, is it more important who wins the US presidency or how soon we (the world?) can stop the genocide in Darfur? Could I impact homelesness more by writing about it, or by handing out sandwiches? Is it an issue of balance? Can I justify spending $20 on Synecdoche, New York instead of socking it away to make up for my plummeting 401(k) (and the non-existent ones of artist friends I would hope to be able to help as we got older)?

Or is it true, against all my better instincts, that the best way to care is to create Rock For Change and Raves For Breast Cancer?

I feel like my list of concerns is becoming less and less my own. Stephen Covey ("The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People," yes, I've read it) talks/writes about our "circle of concern" and "circle of influence" and how many of us waste energy worrying about concerns and not wielding influence. But when surrounded by constant messages of threat to life and well being (for me and loved ones), how do I find joy in making a nice dinner "baked with love" for Mrs. Blogfather? How do I care about what a young artist is saying about the history of conceptualism? Why is my joy being taken from me? Are things really this bad, or am I letting the worst logicians' arguments strangle my brain?

What happens next?

MIXTAPE MONDAYS: Hymns to the Electoral College

(Every Monday at Tragically Hipster we'll feature a look at a band, performance, or vague musical concept, with an accompanying virtual mixtape for your listening pleasure. There's no need to thank us; it's just one more service we like to provide for you, our dedicated readers. Most of whom also write for this site.)


Don't know if you've heard about this yet, but apparently there's going to be an election tomorrow. I guess it's sort of a big deal.

To inspire you to participate in your civic duties, we hereby present a mixture of sonic delights, all themed in some overt fashion toward the concept of a free and democratic nation -- some more cynically than others. So skip school, ditch out on your work day, or just wake up before noon you lazy unemployed bastard, and spend your day at the polls. If you happen to see George W. voting at the very next booth, be sure to give him Tragically Hipster's regards, and tell him to not to let the door hit him in the ass on his way out.

On the Mixtape:

1) "This Lands is Your Land" by Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings
2) "Pindar" by The Shapeshifters
3) "California Über Alles" by Dead Kennedeys
4) "Rock the Nation" by Michael Franti & Spearhead
5) "Imagine / Walk on the Wild Side" by RX featuring George W. Bush
6) "(I'm in Love With) Margaret Thatcher" by Notsensibles
7) "Behavior Modification / We Will Rock You (Bipartisan Mix)" by Emergency Broadcast Network
8) "Mass Destruction (George W. Mix)" by Faithless
9) "What If We All Stopped Paying Taxes" by Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings
10) "That's What a Pimp Does (Obama Mix)" by DJ Excel
11) "Chocolate City" by Parliament
12) "George Bush Doesn't Like Black People" by The Legendary K.O.
13) "Election Day" by Arcadia
14) "Alles Neu" by Peter Fox
15) "The Star-Spangled Banner" by Rebekah Del Rio and the Section Quartet

Laugh Riot - Voting Day laughs!

This Tuesday night, November 4th, is a night we have all been waiting for;
VOTING NIGHT!

There's no doubt that everyone reading this blog is already planning on exercising their vote, if you haven't already done it by mail. Good Job you!

iO West Theater wants to reward YOU (the citizen who knows and appreciates their rights)
by offering you a FREE NIGHT OF HILARIOUS IMPROV!

All you have to do is show your "I voted" sticker at the door and you can get into the improv shows free all night long.

Featured on Tuesday nights @ 9:00 pm
is the Amazing improv team
USS ROCK N' ROLL
They always have FREE PIZZA for the audience
and beers for 3$ or less

to view some of USS's funny short films
go HERE!

Their latest short film: Halloween Surprise!

See more funny videos at Funny or Die

Don't stress over who's gonna win,
Come on down to iO West and let us help you laugh the worry away.

iO West Theater
6366 Hollywood Blvd.

Mindy Kaling. Web Series. That's It.

House Poor: Episode One.


"It's like someone's kicking you in the stomach, but you like it."
LINKS:
Strike TV: House Poor (website)
Things I've Bought That I Love (Mindy Kaling's blog, which does exactly as it says on the tin.)

MIXTAPE MONDAYS: Dancing With the Devil By the Pale Moonlight

(Every Monday at Tragically Hipster we'll feature a look at a band, performance, or vague musical concept, with an accompanying virtual mixtape for your listening pleasure. There's no need to thank us; it's just one more service we like to provide for you, our dedicated readers. Most of whom also write for this site.)


This is for when the radio is broken and crackles like uranium orchids.
This is for when the fohn-wind rattles the telegraph wires like a handful of bones.
This is for when dream ambulances skitter through the streets at midnight.
This is for when you get caught in a sleep-riot and the sky is out of order.
This is for when your sex is full of voodoo.
This is for when your clothes are imaginary.
This is for when your flesh creeps and never comes back.
All Hallow's Eve is perhaps our all-time favorite holiday here at Tragically Hipster headquarters, and so accordingly we produce this week a mix of fiendish devilry to dance by. Dark scores; satanic rhythms; tales of terror; flesh of the undead; ghoulishly galvanizing beats; things that go bump-bump in the night -- we provide it all here in a single conveniently streaming package, with special guest spots reserved for appearances by Alfred Hitchcock and Vincent Price, the season's patron saints.

On the Mixtape:

1) "Music to Be Murdered By" by Alfred Hitchcock
2) "This is Halloween" by Danny Elfman
3) "Somebody's Watching Me (Thriller Mix)" by Rockwell featuring Michael Jackson and Vincent Price
4) "Pet Semetary" by Ramones
5) "At the Munsters'" by The Munsters
6) "Magic and Ecstasy (The Power of Christ Mix)" by Ennio Morricone
7) "Spellbound" by Siouxsie & The Banshees
8) "A Christian Perspective" by Mike Warnke
9) "No One Lives Forever" by Oingo Boingo
10) "Hell" by Squirrel Nut Zippers
11) "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds
12) "Halloween (Theme)" by John Carpenter
13) "The Hanging Garden" by The Cure
14) "1-800 SUICIDE" by Gravediggaz
15) "Living Dead Girl (Naked Exorcism Mix)" by Rob Zombie
16) "The Horror" by RJD2
17) "Mask" by Bauhaus
18) "Bela Lugosi's Dead (The Blood is the Life Mix)" by Nouvelle Vague
19) "Blue Flowers Revisited" by Dr. Octagon
20) "Monologue" by She Wants Revenge
21) "March of the Sinister Ducks" by The Sinister Ducks
22) "In Heaven" by Miranda Sex Garden
23) "The Hour of Parting" by Alfred Hitchcock and Danny Elfman

Quick Notes on Select Songs:
*It's fair to say that "Magic and Ecstasy" is pretty much the only redeeming thing to come from the otherwise unwisely-conceived Exorcist sequel, Exorcist II: The Heretic. In a spectacular display of what it means to be unclear on the concept, John Boorman's sequel took everything that made the original film compelling -- its atmosphere, its subtlety, its impossibly solid grounding in reality -- and threw it all out the window in favor of pseudo-science and cheap gothic thrills:


*Improbably, the Sinister Ducks is a collaboration between Bauhaus bassist David J and comic book writer Allan Moore. A one-off single in the early 80's, the pair would later work together again on Moore's album The Moon and Serpent Grand Egyptian Theatre of Marvels.

*One of the most memorable sequences in David Lynch's first film Eraserhead occurs when a lady in a radiator sings a song about the glories of the afterlife, appropriately titled In Heaven. The song has become an unlikely favorite of alt-rock bands everywhere: Bauhaus performed a cover at their final live show of their pre-reunion career; The Pixies' version is a fan favorite; and then of course there's the Miranda Sex Garden take featured here. But for pure surrealism, nothing beats the original:



Dancing With the Devil By the Pale Moonlight Mixtape

THIS WEEKEND: Undead Burlesque!

It'll be a lot like this, but sexy.
Once again it's time for the vixenous vamps of the Orange County Undead Underground Burlesque Society to present their annual celebration of All Hallows Eve with their new show "Night of the Living Dolls." We can't say for certain, but it's a good bet that the evening's festivities will include: faux-pagan rituals; skimpy costumes; huge fuck-off bat wings; innuendos of a sexual nature; Halloween pop-hits of ages past; pretty girls; recondite voodoo rites; tongue-in-cheek references to some of your favorite scary movies; fake blood; and a plethora of burlesqueing. Bring your own candy and costumes, if that's your thing. And be sure to make your reservations early, as the show always sells out.

WHERE: The Hunger Artists Theater in Fullerton
WHEN: Friday and Saturday Nights, October 24th thru November 1st, 2008 @ 11:00pm.
COST: $15 (though you will be annoyingly unable to find that information anywhere on their website)
MORE INFO: http://www.hungerartists.net/ocubs/

WEDNESDAY: Michel Gondry Book Launch and Signing

Tomorrow night the uber-cool "curated bookstore" Family on Fairfax will play host to filmmaker Michel Gondry, as he launches two new books -- one a do-it-yourself semi-memoir inspired in part by his film Be Kind Rewind, called You Like This Film Because You're in It; the other a comic book written and drawn by Gondry titled We Lost the War But Not the Battle, which Family describes as an "action-packed comic book [which] tells the story of four friends, the French army, and a beautifully horrifying conspiracy to take over the world. This one has it all: guns, girls, death, friendship, Mia Farrow, and so much more." The launch will be followed by a signing and a live DJ set from J-Lep.

For those in need of a brief refresher course in the sparkling hallows of Mr. Gondry's imagination, Tragically Hipster is once again pleased to oblige:


"Fell in Love With a Girl" (music video)


"Les Callioux" (music video)


"If You Rescue Me" (from The Science of Sleep)
WHERE: Family on Fairfax
WHEN: Wednesday, October 22nd 2008 @ 7:30p.m.
COST: Free, but you should probably buy something and support cool local businesses.
MORE INFO:Family website.

Special Note for Sarah Treem: Meredith Monk at REDCAT

A few months back I took in a performance of Sarah Treem's play A Feminine Ending at South Coast Repertory. Though it was by and large an enjoyable piece, the music lover in me couldn't help but be irked when the main character -- a young wannabe composer with the aggravating name of Amanda Blue -- monologued at length about how she had searched extensively but had yet to discover a single major female composer. Sitting in my seat, I could think of at least three, and the fact that the character couldn't meant either that she was remarkably uneducated in her chosen field or that the playwright who created her had deliberately skimped in her research, probably for thematic expediency's sake.

All of which is a roundabout way of getting to the point, which is that next week the Los Angeles REDCAT center will host the area premier of Songs of Ascension by Meredith Monk and Ann Hamilton.


Songs of Ascension Preview
The REDCAT website, ever willing to reduce its hyperbole to the merest whisper, describes the performance thusly: "Soaring to a grand scale of artistic gesture and ambition, this major new multimedia work reunites two of the most influential artists in the United States today. Monk’s signature form of incantatory music-theater finds an uncanny match in Hamilton’s sensuous visual artistry as the full-evening piece channels an exploration of the spiritual, vocal, and physical notions of ascension across geography and time."

Future Amanda Blues of our readership would do well to check out Peter Greenaway's documentary on Ms. Monk, thoughtfully broken up into component parts and posted for all of the internet to enjoy on the ever-useful YouTube:


(Further segments of the documentary can be found here.)

WHERE: The REDCAT theater in Los Angeles.
WHEN: October 28th through November 2nd, 2008.
COST: $30-$35 general admission, $24-$28 students
MORE INFO: REDCAT Website

MIXTAPE MONDAYS: 20 Years of They Might Be Giants' "Lincoln"

(Every Monday at Tragically Hipster we'll feature a look at a band, performance, or vague musical concept, with an accompanying virtual mixtape for your listening pleasure. There's no need to thank us; it's just one more service we like to provide for you, our dedicated readers. Most of whom also write for this site.)

For my maiden voyage here at Tragically Hipster, "Greg" has given me the opportunity to host this week's Mixtape Monday. I thought I'd begin by honoring an album that had a marked impact on me as a musician, artist and person in general and that recently turned 20: They Might Be Giants' masterpiece, Lincoln.

It must have been shortly after the release of this album when They Might Be Giants first came to my attention. I was 11 at the time and have clear memories of watching a Dr. Demento video special on cable when the bizarre video for "Ana Ng" popped up on the screen. I know I had never seen anything like it before. What I was witnessing was post-modern MTV (before it was called that), a sort of Dadaist concept for music video. (TMBG would further explore this concept two years later with their video for "Birdhouse in Your Soul," in which dozens of people in identical plaid shirts and masks marched in a circle, wearing signs that said "STOP ROCK VIDEO.")

But more than anything, it was the song that grabbed me...especially that unforgettable chorus, with its jangly instrumentation and frenetic recitation of long sentences, like some nonsensical version of "Schoolhouse Rock":

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others' majestic presence
Listen Ana, hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you

I don't remember getting ahold of the tape of Lincoln until the next summer, which I was spending at my grandparents' house in Palm Desert (as I often did). On that same day, I also picked up "Weird Al" Yankovic's In 3-D album, which would jump start another, albeit minor, obsession. (Unlike TMBG, that obsession ran out of gas around 1991.)

Those two albums became my soundtrack for the summer of 1989. I would sit and play both albums over and over on my grandma's old portable cassette player: a little box with a handle, a crude speaker and big white keys on it.

I had absolutely no comparison points to draw from for Lincoln, which often makes me wonder if it was the first true "alternative" album I ever owned. (I had picked up 10,000 Maniacs' In My Tribe two years earlier, but that's not even on the same planet as Lincoln.) It didn't sound like anything I'd ever heard before (or since, really). These were skewered pop songs in a myriad of different styles using synthesizers, guitars, drum machines (it would be another four years before TMBG would begin recruiting live musicians for their recordings and stage shows), brass, zithers, banjos, glockenspiels and even a string quartet.

I would often tell people the band reminded me of "Weird Al," but in a few years' time it became clear to me that I was making this comparison based largely on perfunctory aesthetic qualities. For instance, like Al, TMBG's John Linnell often sings with a nasal whine. (Oddly enough, Al's overly earnest balladeer voice also smacks of John Flansburgh.) And of course there's TMBG's predominant use of accordion, certainly a rarity in the pop world of the late 1980s.

And then there are those lyrics, many of which often come off as "silly" (and surely, some of them are) but some of which prove to be deeper and occasionally even profound upon closer inspection. I remember poring over the lyric sheet of Lincoln continuously as I listened. Songs like "Cowtown" were obvious fun, but what of "Purple Toupee"?

I remember the year I went to camp
Heard about some lady named Selma and some blacks
Somebody put their fingers in the president's ears
And it wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax
I remember the book depository
Where they crowned the king of Cuba
That's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else
Way down inside me I can feel it coming back

Nowadays, it seems obvious that the song is a brilliant play on words about American history...about someone who misremembers significant events (or, at the very least, a speaker who is trying to mask them...an unreliable narrator of sorts).

At the time, though, the "Johnson's wax" line made me laugh and that was all I cared about.

The full potency of some of these songs (especially the sad ones) didn't hit me until years later. For instance, Linnell's perfectly crafted "They'll Need a Crane" encapsulates the disintegration of a relationship in a way that few songs do, particularly in the frenetic bridge section, in which Linnell almost free associates:

Don't call me at work again, oh no
The boss still hates me, I'm just tired
And I don't love you anymore
And there's a restaurant we should check out where the other nightmare people like to go
I mean nice people
Baby wait, I didn't mean to say nightmare...

The band saves its most daring statement for the last track...the devastating indictment of power, greed, narcissism and mind control, "Kiss Me, Son of God," a song whose lyrics are so powerful and clever that they beg to be printed in full:

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called "the blood of the exploited working class"
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams "kiss me, son of God!"

I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect
Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye
Now I laugh and make a fortune
Off the same ones that I tortured
And a world screams "kiss me, son of God!"

I look like Jesus
So they say
But Mr. Jesus is very far away
Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
That you love me and I love me

And to think that my 12 year old mind wondered if this song meant they were a Christian band...

Lincoln presents an interesting dichotomy in that it contains many of the band's most profound songs (some of which are incredibly somber, not something the band is typically known for) seated next to just as many that are unabashedly silly. Linnell's dour analysis of a relationship, "I've Got a Match," is followed by Flansburgh's ridiculous "Santa's Beard," in which the narrator alleges that his girlfriend is cheating on him with a Santa Claus impersonator. Flansburgh's mournful "Piece of Dirt" sits alongside the ridiculously glorious, faux military march of "Pencil Rain." ("They're searching the yonder blue/they look out for number two.") For every "They'll Need a Crane" you have a "Cowtown." You get the picture.

And yet, somehow, this collection of songs works well together as a cohesive whole. Lincoln, like a good chunk of TMBG's work, is like a funhouse: the listener is invited to enter this strange, surreal world of bizarre sounds and cryptic concepts, but somehow one is reassured that everything is going to be alright and the exit will be found. I would cite the band's unfailing ability to craft incredibly strong melodies as one of the main reasons for this. (In a BBC interview years later, Flansburgh would claim that "melody is our secret weapon.")

I kind of put TMBG to the side until the following year, when some girls in my class did a dance routine to the band's cover of "Istanbul (Not Constantinople)" for the school talent show. When a friend told me the band was They Might Be Giants, I recognized them as "those Lincoln guys." At the time, I had no idea they had continued to release material. (Back in the pre-internet days, it was much more difficult to keep up with current releases, especially when (a) you were attempting to follow an "alternative" band and (b) you were an only child.) Eventually, I would get ahold of that album, Flood, as well as Apollo 18, which both kicked my fanaticism until full gear. I even joined the fan club, a phenomenon that now seems to be nothing more than a sad relic of a bygone era in today's world of MySpace, Facebook and "e-mailing lists." Back then, it was a special thing to get a postcard or newsletter in the mail every few months (sometimes even hand addressed!) announcing tour dates or forthcoming material.

30 discs, 14 concerts, hundreds of mp3s and scads of autographs, set lists, t-shirts and assorted memorabilia later, TMBG is still one of my favorite bands, and while I don't listen to them nearly as much as I did in, say, 1995, they've become, to paraphrase a friend of mine, "like old friends." Even though many would argue that some of their initial charm was lost after their initial duo phase was over, I know they will put out a good to great album every 2-3 years. I always have to see them whenever they're in town, as I know they can always be trusted to put on a great show. Their never-ending output of material would make even Prince blush, and while new tracks often slip past me all the time, I know I can enjoy them when I finally get ahold of them.

But it all started with Lincoln, that bizarre little album that made no sense to me at age 12 yet made all the sense in the world. It is still one of my top five albums of all time.

I've often said that They Might Be Giants is a band you either instinctively get or you don't. Their aesthetic either clicks and resonates with the listener (and often comforts them in some strange, inexplicable way) or comes off as annoying, quirky "novelty music." But to dismiss the band as mere "novelty" or "comedy" is to do them a great disservice. Mssrs. Linnell and Flansburgh are supreme pop craftsmen and Post-Modernists of the highest order.

As such, TMBG fans and fanatics often come off as relentlessly cultish and obsessive (traits which yours truly certainly shares from time to time). One of TMBG's b-sides contained a snippet of a conversation between two people on a conference call who had unknowingly left a message on TMBG's famous Dial-A-Song service. The woman had called the number after seeing it in a cryptic advertisement in the Village Voice. She may have unwittingly summed up the entire oeuvre and strange pull of the band when she said to her call partner "well, I can't explain it...'cause I don't know what it is!"

Lincoln was my first indoctrination into this strange little cult that I've been a member of for almost 20 years now. For this Mixtape Monday, I've plundered my vaults and assembled an alternate version of the album, culling tracks from demo tapes, rare EPs, bootlegs, concerts, web-circulated mp3s and even TMBG's own short-lived e-Music rarities service TMBG Unlimited. (Unfortunately, I could not find any alternate versions of four tracks, so I've retained the album versions in those instances.) Some of the versions even feature slight lyrical variations.

For those who know and love this album as I do, this Mixtape will hopefully prove to be a treat. And for those who've never heard it, maybe this will inspire you to give the band another look.

Join the cult. It's free! (When you call from Brooklyn.)

On the Mixtape:


1) "Ana Ng" (Live at the Sony Music Studios, NYC, 10-19-94)
2) "Cowtown" (Demo)
3) "Lie Still, Little Bottle" (Live on Record Guide, 1988)
4) "Purple Toupee" (Live at the Sony Music Studios, NYC, 10-19-94)
5) "Cage and Aquarium" (Live at the Bowery Ballroom, 10-21-99)
6) "Where Your Eyes Don't Go" (Live on the Frank O'Toole Show)
7) "Piece of Dirt" (Live in Chicago, 1992)
8) "Mr. Me" (TMBG's Other Thing, featuring the Velcro Horns)
9) "Pencil Rain" (Live at the Bowery Ballroom, 10-21-99)
10) "The World's Address" (Joshua Fried Remix)
11) "I've Got a Match" (Live in Atlanta, 6-26-87)
12) "Santa's Beard" (Album Version)
13) "You'll Miss Me" (Live at Irving Plaza, 2-12-97)
14) "They'll Need a Crane" (Album Version)
15) "Shoehorn with Teeth" (Live at the Bowery Ballroom, 10-21-99)
16) "Stand On Your Own Head" (Album Version)
17) "Snowball in Hell" (Album Version)
18) "Kiss Me, Son of God" (Alternate Version)

Quick Notes on Select Songs:
*Tracks 1 & 4 are both from the very rare college promo "Live!! New York City," a full concert that was put out in a cardboard sleeve in 1994. This was sent to me by a kind soul in Hawaii years and years ago when I was a regular poster at the tmbg.org forums. This version of "Ana Ng" was substantially remixed and even overdubbed when it was finally issued commercially on the live compilation Severe Tire Damage in 1998.

*This demo of "Cowtown" comes from the band's original demo tape from 1985. Many of the songs from this tape were later remixed and/or overdubbed for proper release on their 1986 debut album They Might Be Giants.

*Tracks 6-8 were issued as part of the TMBG Unlimited mp3 service in 2001.

*Tracks 10 & 18 are single b-sides and were issued on the 1991 compilation Miscellaneous T.

*All other tracks (bar "album versions") are rare and previously unreleased.


LINKS:
Lincoln (Alternate Version) Mixtape
Lincoln by They Might Be Giants
Miscellaneous T by They Might Be Giants
Then: The Earlier Years by They Might Be Giants
Severe Tire Damage by They Might Be Giants

THIS WEEKEND: All-Night Horror Show at the New Beverly

Because nothing says "Halloween's Coming" quite like severe eye trauma gags, the New Beverly Cinema is having a twelve-hour all-night horror-thon this weekend, screening a half-dozen disturbing, disgusting, but otherwise distinguished films over Saturday night/early Sunday morning. Tickets are but a scant $20, all films play in "glorious" 35mm (as opposed to the lackluster kind), and all proceeds go to benefit retrofits at the New Beverly (which could frankly use a couple of them oh-so-lovely leather couches that grace the Silent Movie Theater just down the way).

Set to play: Creepers (featuring a teenaged Jennifer Connelly who can talk to bugs); The House on Sorority Row (about the recondite perils of college hazing ritual-interuptus via slashing); In the Wall (a short film so hip and now that we've never even heard of it before!); Zombie (Lucio Fulci's loving undead tribute to amateur enucleation); a "top-secret surprise movie" (which will hopefully literally be Top Secret); The Power (in which Aztec dolls do the kind of damage that only Aztec dolls can); Teenage Mother (chronicling the life of a... wait for it... teenage mother); and wrapping things up with a double-plus-good early-morning screening of Raw Force (which eatmybrains.com describes as "a bikini kung-fu zombie action car crash of a movie," and then goes on to mumble something about a place called "Warrior Island" and how a lot of the footage has actually been pirated from Roger Corman. And are you really going to question the taste of a site called EatMyBrains.com?).

WHERE: The New Beverly Cinema
WHEN: This Saturday, October 18, 2008, at 7:30pm
COST: $20 + $1 service fee (if tickets are ordered online)
MORE INFO: New Beverly Midnights (MySpace page)

Haunted Hollywood Scavenger Hunt

Did you know that Los Angeles is in the top ten most haunted cities in the US? Murders Suicides, Burned Alive- These tortured souls still haunt Hollywood Blvd. Come discover which ghosts still prowl the area as you participate in a Haunted Hollywood Scavenger Hunt. Form your team up to 6 people and reserve your spot today! Prizes to the winning teams.

*5:30-8:00pm October 25th, 26th, and 31st
*No prior ghost hunting knowledge is needed,
Flashlight helpful
*$25 per person
*RSVP at info@outoftheboxevents.net or call 3237991374
*meeting place will be sent to you upon registering

MIXTAPE MONDAYS: Melodies of the Jumping Fleas

(Every Monday at Tragically Hipster we'll feature a look at a band, performance, or vague musical concept, with an accompanying virtual mixtape for your listening pleasure. There's no need to thank us; it's just one more service we like to provide for you, our dedicated readers. Most of whom also write for this site.)


Depending upon whom you ask, the word "ukulele" means either "the gift that came from here" or "jumping/dancing fleas" (after how a performer's fingers appear when playing the instrument). Or, alternatively, it means neither of those two things.

While the etymology of the ukulele may be under some debate, Tragically Hipster's love of its sound is not. On this week's mix you'll find tunes drenched in uke-playing, only lightly glazed with uke-playing (deal with it), and lyrically obsessed with uke-playing; there are tales of true love lost and gained and painful and even an implication that it might be on occasion joyous; existential meditations from Sweden and Huckabees; pop songs from former Beatles and current Fires; and in general a wealth of uke-centric (and uke-tangential) tracks. Do we make mixes like this because we love you, or out of a nepotisitic desire to inspire our fellow Tragical Hipsters to learn how to play an instrument of such magnificence? Like the origin of the name "ukulele," we may never know for sure.

On the Mixtape:

1) "With My Little Ukulele in My Hand" by George Formby
2) "Taint No Sin to Take Off Your Skin" by Janet Klein & Her Parlor Boys
3) "Ukulele Me!" by Stephin Merritt
4) "When You Were Mine" by Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele
5) "Little Bit" by Lykke Li
6) "The Opposite of Hallelujah" by Jens Lekman
7) "The Boys Are Back in Town (KCRW Session)" by Jon Brion
8) "You You You You You" by The 6ths
9) "Ram On" by Paul McCartney
10) "Your Arms Around Me" by Jens Lekman
11) "Nothing Matters When We're Dancing" by The Magnetic Fields
12) "True Love is Not Nice" by Yayahoni
13) "Moana Chimes" by Jon Brion featuring Adam Sandler and Emily Watson
14) "Poison and Snakes" by Liz Janes
15) "Such a Color" by Shugo Tokumaru
16) "Keep the Car Running" by Arcade Fire
17) "You Keep Me Always Living in Sin" by Janet Klein & Her Parlor Boys
18) "Elephant Gun" by Beirut
19) "Knock Yourself Out" by Jon Brion

Quick Notes on Select Songs:
*George Formby, a legend with the Ukulele-Banjo, was no stranger to controversy. His song "With My Little Ukulele in My Hand" was banned for "lewdness of lyric" back in the 20's, because... well, let's just say that if you listen carefully, you'll find that the "ukulele" Formby keeps in his hand during this song is a largely euphemistic one.

*Stephin Merritt pops up three times on this playlist, under three different guises and with three different lead singers tackling his songs. Aside from "Ukulele Me!", there's "You You You You You", released under the name The 6ths, and "Nothing Matters When We're Dancing", possibly my favorite song on the mix, released with his primary band The Magnetic Fields. Merritt's unapologetic love for the bizarre and Byzantine naturally led him to a generous use of the ukulele in his various compositions.

*There's something of a glut of cover versions in the rarefied world of ukulelelism; it's an easy lure to take a song that is self-important or distinctively tied to a specific genre (dance, punk, etc.) and then twist it on its head by playing the whole thing on the toy-like ukulele (see Jon Brion's admittedly novel cover of "The Boys Are Back in Town" for a quick example). The problem is that the novelty wears off incredibly quickly. Covers that are still interesting songs in and of themselves, that use the ukulele's unique sound to enhance rather than detract from the song they're covering, are few and far between. But they do exist, as Dent May's cover of Prince's "When You Were Mine" and Yayahoni's take on Jonathan Richman's "True Love is Not Nice" attest.

*Janet Klein & Her Parlor Boys have a regular slot at the Steve Allen Theater on the first Thursday of every month. Klein obliges with the ukulele and vocals, while Her Boys provide the 1920's early jazz-pop backing flavor. "Taint No Sin to Take Off Your Skin" and "You Keep Me Always Living in Sin" are two excellent reasons not to pass up next month's show.

LINKS:
Melodies of the Jumping Fleas Mixtape
Listen to the Banned by Various Artists (including George Formby)
Paradise Wobble by Janet Klein & Her Parlor Boys
Showtunes by Stephin Merritt
Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele (MySpace Page)
Little Bit (CD Single) by Lykke Li
Night Falls Over Kortedala by Jens Lekman
Pieces of April by The 6ths
Ram by Paul McCartney
69 Love Songs by The Magnetic Fields
Punch Drunk Love (Score) by Jon Brion
Poison & Snakes by Liz Janes
Night Piece by Shugo Tokumaru
Neon Bible by Arcade Fire
Living in Sin by Janet Klein & Her Parlor Boys
Lon Gisland by Beirut
I Heart Huckabees (Score) by Jon Brion

Laugh Riot - Zombie Comedy

Hey guys!
In honor of October being the month of ghouls and goblins (yay!),
this week's Laugh Riot is all about Zombies!
I've gathered several funny bits for you to enjoy and they all involve zombies!

First, a hilarious short piece entitled
"Diary of the Living Dead or: Are You There God? It's Me. Also, a Bunch of Zombies."
Written by Jake Swearingen

Next is a solid little short from the LA kid over at SNL.

See more funny videos at Funny or Die

For you at work who can't have sound, here's a website with something for the 80's kid in you, the Hollywood gawker and the zombie lover.

Celebrity Zombies

To wrap it up I present a video short to drive home the theme of today's post:
"Zombie Comedian"

"In My Soul, I Know I Am Asaad Kelada."

LINK:
Gilmore Girls: The Complete Second Season

"Our Heads Full of Language Like Buckets of Minnows Standing in the Moonlight on a Dock."

What the Doctor Said
Raymond Carver

He said it doesn't look good
he said it looks bad in fact real bad
he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before
I quit counting them
I said I'm glad I wouldn't want to know
about any more being there than that
he said are you a religious man do you kneel down
in forest groves and let yourself ask for help
when you come to a waterfall
mist blowing against your face and arms
do you stop and ask for understanding at those moments
I said not yet but I intend to start today
he said I'm real sorry he said
I wish I had some other kind of news to give you
I said Amen and he said something else
I didn't catch and not knowing what else to do
and not wanting him to have to repeat it
and me to have to fully digest it
I just looked at him
for a minute and he looked back it was then
I jumped up and shook hands with this man who'd just given me
something no one else on earth had ever given me
I may have even thanked him habit being so strong



Ray
Hayden Carruth

How many guys are sitting at their kitchen tables
right now, one-thirty in the morning, this same
time, eating a piece of pie? - that's what I
wondered. A big piece of pie, because I'd just
finished reading Ray's last book. Not good pie,
not like my mother or my wife could've
made, but an ordinary pie I'd just bought, being
alone, at the Tops Market two hours ago. And how
many had water in their eyes? Because of Ray's
book and especially those last poems written
after he knew: the one about the doctor telling
him, the one where he and Tess go down to
Reno to get married before it happens and shoot
some craps on the dark baize tables, the one
called "After-Glow" about the little light in the
sky after the sun sets. I can just hear him,
if he were still here and this were somebody
else's book, saying, "Jesus," saying, "This
is the saddest son of a bitch of a book I've
read in a long time," saying, "A real long time."
And the thing is, he knew we'd be saying this
about his book, he could just hear us saying it,
and in some part of him he was glad! He
really was. What crazies we writers are
our heads full of language like buckets of minnows
standing in the moonlight on a dock. Ray
was a good writer, a wonderful writer, and his
poems are good, most of them and they made me
cry, there at my kitchen table with my head down,
me, a sixty-seven-year-old galoot, an old fool
because all old men are fools, they have to be,
shoveling big jagged chunks of that ordinary pie
into my mouth, and the water falling from my eyes
onto the pie, the plate, my hand, little speckles
shining in the light, brightening the colors, and I
ate that goddamn pie, and it tasted good to me.

LINKS:
Parting Words: Remembering Hayden Carruth (NPR)
Hayden Carruth's Obituary (The Guardian)
All of Us: Collected Poems by Raymond Carver
Scrambled Eggs & Whiskey by Hayden Carruth