Sunday, February 15, 2009

Galeano


I've been having "bad" dreams and wondering where they come from. I've been reading Galeano's Genesis for the past two weeks before falling asleep. I've been thinking about a full page ad on the back page of the local "hip" weekly advertising a rum called Captain Morgan. The graphic features the usual swashbuckling Disneyesque buccaneer Historically, Morgan was a pirate who raided Spanish galleons as they carried the wealth of the Americas to Spain. In exchange for this wealth, Morgan was made an admiral in the British navy. In addition to the raids on Spanish ships, Morgan slaughtered the indigenous people of the Americas, which were not the "Americas" to the Aztec, the Inca, the Taino, the Carib....... He also profited from the sale of humans from Africa to work the mines, the fields, the mansions of the Pope's new dominions. In these bad dreams, I'm fighting, running, trying to find something my heart has lost. There are ants in the house. They come every winter at the turn of the year. They don't hide. I spray them, vacuum them up. They never come in to the kitchen.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

WSLC


I'm listening to my daughter DJ her radio show on WSLC. Unlike the last show I listened to, which was taken over by twenty-something scatologically obsessed males, this installment actually features music with a variety of influences : the nasal drone of Leonard Cohen, the female energy of Jerry Lee Lewis, Tiny Tim's antic uke, Arvo Part's Miserere, Neil Young's Canadian drawl, Moog, the Beatles diabolically innocent harmonies, Yoko Ono's rockabilly, the hurdygurdy rants of Captain Beefheart, the postfuturist clogging of Oregon kitchen dancers, & the melodious echo of fogdrifts on Frostian catfeet.  All in all, a good show. Obviously, learned everything from her old man, who used to sit in smokeclouds and stitch together music tapes on his reeltoreel recorder while the big man upstairs stomped on his floor/my ceiling and jumped the needle on the turntable spinning Led Zeppelin & Pharoah's The Creator Has A Master Plan for anyone within a four block radius to hear.  Signing off....................................

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