Here’s another dose of The Telewire. “Never Been Alive” sounds like The Archies dropping acid.
I mean that in a good way.
Here’s another dose of The Telewire. “Never Been Alive” sounds like The Archies dropping acid.
I mean that in a good way.
Sunday’s does of Shoegaze comes top you from SPC ECO (supposedly pronounced “Space Echo”)’s “Push”:
There’s also a tiny bit of 8-bit and dub in there for flavor.
I listened to this and few of their other song’s and went “This sounds a bit like Curve,” and indeed half the duo is Dean Garcia, who was in Curve.
Someone did a mashup of The Ting Tings’ “That’s Not My Name” with The Knack’s “My Sharona,” Toni Basil’s “Mickey,” Plastic Bertrand’s “Ça Plane Pour Moi” and a few other things, and damn if it isn’t catchy, especially when you get about 4:00 in.
Then again, I’m a sucker for additive processes leading up to a glorious wall-of-sound climax.
It reminds me a lot of The Killers’ “All These Things That I’ve Done,” so here that is as well:
It takes a certain kind of fool to act like a desperado and stab a roommate for listening to The Eagles. She just said “I don’t want to hear any more” and went all stabby.
They’d been roommates and lovers before, so it’s not like he was the new kid in town. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had threatened to do it one of these nights before, but no, he had to take it to the limit. Stabbing him was probably the last resort, and now he’s suffering a heartache tonight, spending a lot of wasted time as a victim of love.
That’s life in the fast lane for you.
(Hat tip: Bill Crider.)
June Foray, voice of Rocky the Flying Squirrel and about a thousand other characters, awarded a lifetime achievement Emmy. And not only was she still around to receive it, at age 95, she’s still working!
To celebrate, here’s a timely instructional video:
I’m still recovering from the 2013 Worldcon, LoneStarCon 3 in San Antonio.
Given how often I blog about additions to my science fiction library, you might be surprised at how parsimonious I am paying for those additions. From about 1985 (when I first started buying first edition hardbacks) to 1989, I never paid more than $35 (plus shipping) for a book, which was about what it cost you to buy a UK hardback from an SF book dealer like L. W. Currey, Mark Ziesing, Robert Weinberg, etc. at the time. (And you bought it from a catalog you received in the mail, called them up to hold the book, then sent them a check. No ordering from the Internet or paying via Paypal. Now get off my lawn!) Then I found a NF/VG+ copy of The Haunting of Hill House for $45 at the 1989 Boston Worldcon, and the dealer wouldn’t budge on the price, so I coughed it up.
As I made more money at my day job, I could afford to buy more expensive books, and the amount I was willing to pay for a single book slowly and surely crept up. Eventually I ended up spending $400 for a very clean, signed, ex-library edition of Roger Zelazny’s Lord of Light. Since then I’ve spent around $400 for a few more books, but have only exceeded that amount thrice:
But I’ve never spent more than $675 for a single book.
Until now:
Weinbaum, Stanley G. Dawn of Flame. Ruppert Printing Service (for The Milwaukee Fictioneers), 1936. One of only 245 copies of the Currey B state (with the Lawrence A. Keating introduction), a Near Fine+ copy with very faint spine creasing and either slight gray staining to bottom page block (or possibly where the red page block staining has worn away), sans dust jacket, as issued. Currey, page 510. Chalker/Owings, page 279. Bleiler, Checklist (1978), page 204. Locke, Spectrum of Fantasy (I), page 224.
Bought at the San Antonio Worldcon for $1,200 (negotiated down from $1,500) from Erle Melvin Korshak. And if I’m remembering correctly, it was on consignment from Sam Moskowitz’s widow through Robert Weinberg to Korshak. (Korshak, of course, was the owner of Shasta Publishers, and is now back in publishing as Shasta/Phoenix Publishers.)
This copy contains the ownership bookplate of Richard A. Frank, an early science fiction fan who was also an SF small press publisher in his own right, having published “The Bizarre Series” in the late 1930s, featuring works by A. A. Merritt, David H. Keller and Eando Binder.
Frank also had one of the first legendary SF collections. “Richard Frank’s entire book collection was fantastic. He had it, originally, in the house, but the weight of the books had begun to pull the floors away from the the walls, so he moved it all down to his first floor garage and set it up like a real library. Most of us felt that if Richard didn’t have a copy—it hadn’t been printed.”
That’s an awful damn lot of money to spend on a book, but I’ve long wanted a copy, both because I love Weinbaum’s work (a visionary and ground-breaking Sf writer in his day), and because this is the very first SF small press book. It’s often called “the bible of the field,” because it physically resembles a bible, right down to the flexible black binding, red-stained page block edges and rounded corners. Save for the one Ray Palmer introduction copy sold at the Jerry Weist Auction, this is the finest copy I’ve seen offered for sale recently, and I did well enough at Worldcon that I felt I could afford it.
For your Sunday dose of Shoegaze, here’s Mobile, Alabama-based The Sunshine Factory, with the bright, distortion-drenched “My Sugar Cane.”
Really, more regular blogging will resume Any Day Now…
Another Austin Shoegaze band (“band” in this case evidently being one guy, Stephen Thurman) shows up. “Feels Like Fire” sounds like Shoegaze by way of psychadelia with a little Devo thrown in for good measure.
It’s the day after Worldcon, and I’m more than a little toasty, so expect slow blogging while I get up to speed.
So here’s a long interview with Gene Wilder about his career, working with Richard Pryor, Mel Brooks, Gilda Radner, etc. Wilder has reached the stage in his life where he speaks slowly and carefully, but always cognizantly, and it’s an interesting interview. I suspect that if it were not the day after Worldcon, I’d find it a little slow, but right now slow is just fine.
Congrats to Pat Cadigan, John DeNardo, and John Picacio on their Hugo wins!