The Latin Playboys, "Dose"

One of two discs that surfaced (thanks as usual to the industrious Spencer Sundell) during the weekend’s festival of food is by an obscure offshoot of LA roots-rockers Los Lobos. In a 1995 review by David Levine concerning the first release (“Latin Playboys“) he writes:

This music is so original and yet so familiar, it’s almost archetypal.

Which begins to convey the depth of the deliciousness of the band’s work.

Trolling for info I aso came across this review of a show at Aro.Space here in Seattle – and Bloomington musican Lisa Germano opened. Guess I need to read the Stranger more often.

The recording style on “Dose” is deliberately primitive, reminiscent of Pussy Galore and The Butthole Surfers’ exploration of the aesthetics of noise. However, in contrast to the work of these bands, which frequently buried a groove under loads of high-frequency noise or other grating aural effects, the Playboys embrace the groove; the squeezed and scratchy quality of the sound creates an effect similar to that of listening to a field recording. It dramatically enhances the power of the music.

Naturally enough, there’s a distinct Latin beat to the music which is infectious as well.

Interestingly, Amazon customer reviews prefer the first disc; however, the reviews for “Dose” include a number of highly negative reviews in which individuals were drastically put off by the more experimental nature of the recordings than the average Los Lobos cut. I have not heard the first record, but it seems likely that I should check it out.

I recall hearing a couple of cuts from “Dose” when it was released and very much liking them, but I did not know the name of the ensemble, and thus remained ignorant. Now, my knowledge is greater. Thanks, Spence!

Dinner, space, and the past

This Saturday night Vivian and I had dinner with Adam, Spencer, and Sarah at Spencer and Sarah’s place. Dinner was delicious grillins: salmon, portobello mushrooms, prawns, and asparagus, with chocolate dipped strawberries, pears and cheese, and a lovely salad.

Spence then treated us to three super-eight silent films: Charlie Chaplin’s early “Easy Street“, in what I believe to have been an untrimmed Blackhawk release of the film; the late George Méliès feature “Conquest of the North Pole“, which felt a bit choppy and I suspect was missing scenes by the time Blackhawk struck the print of it that Spencer has (real media clips: one, two); and what appeared to be an early seventies print of a film likely intended for educational distribution, “Apollo 11 Man on Moon”, which was as tersely subtitled as it is titled.

While I was unable to find a specific reference to this super 8 film on the web, I did find this interesting page on the Apollo era.

Spencer accompanied each film with an appropriate soundtrack; in the case of the Apollo film, he chose the complete “Lux Aeterna”, which was also employed by Kubrick in “2001: A Space Odyssey” in the scene in which the lunar monolith emits a loud radio signal in the presence of an investigative team of spacesuited Americans.

The film print was very faded, gone to oranges and reds, as color stock from hat period is wont to do, and additionally had the wear of many years on it. The footage shot on the surface of the moon itself is already of a grainy texture (the cameras and gear employed were primitive solid-state video gear, and the visual quality is rough, very primitive in appearance). Employing “Lux Aeterna” as the soundtrack of the film enhanced the odd, alien quality of the film: it was like observing a transmission from a culture of the distant past, lost down the ages.

Watching, it seemed truly impossible that less than forty years had passed since that day in July of 1969. For many years I had identified my memory of watching the moon landing on our 12-inch back and white television in Valaparaiso, Chilé as my first memory. Of course, the events we were watching occurred well within living memory. Yet, it seems as unlikely today as it did in 1947 that we will ever again see humans setting foot on the soil of other worlds. That is simply a shame, and a failure of the mechanics by which we maintain culture and commerce.

Hmmm… MS profiling not dead yet?

A few days ago I noted that Micorsoft had quietly laid their online Persona project to rest, as detailed in the NYT, because of partner resistance to data-sharing and dependency. In short, potential commercial partners with Microsoft were reluctant to cede adminstrative and (in all probablity) legal control to our buddies in Redmond.

Well, endless source of hilarity that it is, As The Apple Turns covers continuing Microsoft interest in providing this service. But in this incarnation, the client is the gummint! This Seattle Times story has the details. To read AtAT’s always entertaing coverage, go here and search for scene number 3697.

I think this is a fascinating issue, and Microsoftian paranoia aside (worth a laugh, but not a way of life), Redmond is actually right on the money. Whether or not it’s in our best interests as citizens and consumers is another issue entirely: current privacy legislation actually mandates the creation of a centralized privacy profile for each discrete consumer of online services, which that consumer has direct, unmediated online access to, and which would grow and change as the consumer moves through the net.

It’s not that the laws spell this out, but because an online sevice by its’ nature must adhere to the varying regulations of multiple geographic jurisdictions, the effective regulatory space is the end-result of the overlap between these juridictions. It’s a giant pain. The regs that are in place are generally good ones which have as their intent the defense of the individual citizen from legal or commercial abuses; but the sum effect of the regs is to essentially guarantee violation by any online provider that collects personal data.

I spent a long time thinking about this from the perspective of online marketers a couple of years ago, and it was my conclusion (strikingly similar to that of Microsoft) that the solution was to provide a single online profiling service to which online services would subscribe and which would serve as a single point of access for personal data on the part of the consumer.

Adam Engst of TidBITS and others initiated an independent service to provide this sort of thing, XNS.org, which includes the all-important concept of a non-profit organization as the primary custodian of the data. While this is what I believe will eventually emerge as the long-term resolution of this issue, Microsoft’s active pursuit of this function as a governmental service reflects current political realities with great accuracy. In our current political climate, new functions which would legitimately be governmental are most likely to be developed, delivered, and maintained by non-governmental entities.

PREDICTION: we will see the development and passage of quite satisfactory central online profile services and regulations which will be both a prerequisite for certain online activities (such as keeping log info that includes IP numbers, setting cookies, or using forms) and will require the use of certified service providers (something like the effective rquirement for valid security certificates).

While these services will satisfy the needs of business, government, and privacy advocates, they will be priced at a level which will effectively lock out non-capitalized organizations, thereby creating a restricted business environment which will more effectively permit the consolidated giants of the online world to dominate the market, while at the same time denying the benefis of the dataspace to NGOs such as unions.

It’s a win-win situation, unless you happen to be among the losers. Or is that “lusers”?

A Lovely Trout

After we visited the Burke this weekend I made a trout dinnner from the highly charismatic fish seen here.

Ideally, I would have broiled it, but I do not trust my oven manipulation skills enough so I just baked it. It came out ok, but the impact of the lemon-soy-olive oil vinaigrette I basted it with was lost, as we discarded the skin. Filleting it went well enough; the spine came out with the head as it’s supposed to; yet somehow I was not 100% satisfied.

Well, there’s always more fish in the sea fish farm.

Burke photos

I’d intended to post these alongside the Burke Museum entry, but was behind on image processing. Forthwith:

The crushed van.

The Flash Gordon Laotian New Year’s Rockets.

A dino skelly.

Should you be so inclined, you may see more images of the pleasant afternoon here.

Jason Webley

Local musician Jason Webley will be presenting his May Day concert this upcoming May 1st on board the retired ferry Skansonia moored in Lake Union.

Jason is a gifted songwriter who somehow chose the accordian as his primary instrument, and uses his gifts to craft entertaining, poetic landscapes that express a kind of doom-laden Blakean mysticism. He’s a first rate ham as a performer as well, which means that his shows are never less than entertaining.

The last show he gave here (which, in an apparent tradition, was the Halloween show) was a full-scale theatrical production, involving set-peices, story-telling, zombies in costume, Jason leading the several hundred people in attendance at the show on a torchlight parade down University Way to the foot of Lake Union culminating in the ritual flaming destruction and rebirth of a giant puppet and two tower-like totems. After the torching of these objects, Jason departed in a small wooden boat, apparently accompanied by both Charon and la Belle Dame sans Merci, and has since been listed as “missing at sea” on his website. I wrote a detailed account of the show which may be read here.

Jason has two CD’s available for purchase via his website, both of which I heartily recommend. There are rumours floating that there will be another available at the May Day show as well. I look forward to seeing what wonders Jason has cooked up for us this time around.

Testing!

bellerophon exposedHey kids! It’s the guts of the computer that serves these pages!

These shots were taken as I removed the screen I’d just installed to remove the tiny-but-powerful magnet which activates sleep mode when the lid is closed.

The box is an Apple Wallstreet 233Mhz G3 Powerbook I scored on ebay last year for about $200 – it had no screen, and was pretty stripped (it still has what I believe to be a bad charge board, so the battery it came with won’t charge up at all). This is the oldest Mac that Apple rates for use with OSX. In reality you can get OSX to run on any Power Mac, given infinite patience and infinite knowledge of BSD haxen. This means you could set up a 6100 with it, something I’d recommend only for the masochistic among us.

Masochistic is surely the word to describe the rigamarole I went through getting the headless ‘book to do what I needed: I upgraded the HD to 10 gigs, maxed out the ram, and finally learned that you can actually install OSX to an outboard powerbook when booted in SCSI Target Disk mode and hooked up to another machine – Apple thoughfully disabled outboard video support of the OSX installer disc so even if you hook the ‘book up to a monitor it won’t pump any bits out when booted from the install disc.

Anyway.

I saw a screen on ebay for under a hundred dollars that was only for Wallstreets (the G3 series of Powerbooks, especially the ’98 Wallstreets and the series right after them is actually worth more in parts than whole, so you can pick up anything you need), and I grabbed it. Now, bellerophon has a head. Will I be able to resist using it as an actual laptop? I think so. It makes such a kick-ass server.

BOB'S JAVA JIVE

It’s been some time since I made a pilgrimage to the greatest bar in the Northwest, Bob’s “World-Famous” Java Jive. The Java Jive is a bar in a building shaped like a coffee pot. I was told, while on a visit there in the company of Alan and Charlie of thee Sun City Girls and the fabulous Chuck Swaim, that the building was intended as a speakeasy, but that prohibition ended before the building opened.

The ever-lovin’ Roadside America has this lovely page full of roadside coffee-pot buildngs, including a lovely full-color view of Bob’s Java Jive!

Lately, the denizens of the south Sound region have been able to partake of occasional punk-rock shows there, which is truly an inspiring prospect. Add to that the fact that this wonder of modern architecture serves Pabst, had a resident troop of monkeys, and played host to the Ventures back in the first salad days of Northwest rock, and you’re talking something special.

Multiply these facts by the song “South Tacoma Way”Thrice All-American” by Neko Case, which ends with this stanza:

God bless California
Make way for the Wal-Mart
I hope they don’t find you
Tacoma

and when you realize that South Tacoma Way is the street that Bob’s Java Jive is on, you’ll be looking into bus fare.

Oh, by the way? The monkeys?

They really exist, although I don’t know if they remain there. One got out during the visit mentioned above, and the elderly proprietress chased it around the bar with a broom, yelling at it by name: “Billy, you get back in the closet! Git! Go on now!”.

Aaaaah.