tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214567402024-03-23T14:08:44.298-04:00Teenage GluesnifferIn general, the main short-term effects reported by the responding children were hallucinations. Its ill effects have resulted in problematic behavior, self-destruction due to hallucinations and fighting amongst friends. The reasons given by the users for sniffing were low self-esteem, an inferiority complex and having enough pocket money to buy this substance.Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1161947498942611712006-10-27T07:04:00.000-04:002006-10-27T07:11:38.990-04:00Coffee & Cigarettes by Industreal<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/industreal/123655709/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/123655709_5d6e76f2f3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/industreal/123655709/">Coffee & Cigarettes by Industreal</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/industreal/">industreal</a>. </span></div>yabba<br clear="all" />Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1154295918686030522006-07-30T17:15:00.000-04:002006-07-30T17:46:04.253-04:00Lowlife 13<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/cover.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/cover.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Glen Thrasher and his roommate Ellen McGrail put out Lowlife from Atlanta during the '80s and also played in an art-noise band called <span style="font-weight: bold;">Medicine Suite</span>. Thrasher later became an indie rock footnote - he was in the first band with and accompanied Chan Marshall from Atlanta to New York City where she gained fame and fortune and a degree of madness as <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cat Power</span>. Thrasher at last check is back in Atlanta working at a bookstore - here's his <a href="http://glenthrasher.blogspot.com/">blog</a>.<br /><br />Lowlife was a thick (106 pages!) compendium of often undecipherable mail-art, underground fiction, painful comix from tortured artists, fanzine-type band interviews, reviews and so forth. Lowlife 13 also covered Thrasher and WREK (local college-type radio station) yearly music festival Destroy All Music. Thrasher would publish nearly anything including the controversial Brett Kerby's racism as art and the Psyco boys are the subject of a farcical tour diary written by me which I don't have the balls to reprint since it unblinkingly documented and lived (for the weekend) in the often misunderstood but raw racist parody that was P-drama in those days. I also opened for them, playing two songs on my old beat up guitar and announcing myself as "Billy Carter" (we were in Georgia after all). I had the time of my life down there, though, the festival was awesome - Bruce Hampton, Tinnitus, Kathy Lynch and the artist Huckaby were all there. I don't think Jarboe was there but she had played previous festivals.<br /><br />I once got Brett to explain the racist stuff to me which he did and I still don't understand it - but he was trying to make a point about the art world which he found as exclusionary or perhaps even more exclusionary than white supremacists... whatever, Brett was a gay man and so I doubt he would ever find anything but an assbeating from the Nazis he liked to write about. I think he just had fun outraging people. Thrasher would simultaneously condemn them and reprint his letters (although I think he drew the line at adverts if I remember).<br /><br />At any rate, here were some other highlights or lowlights from Lowlife 13.<br /><br />Cover photo and Baby skull photos by Ivan H. Sladek. I can't find out much more about him but here's a link to some recently published work in <a href="http://www.clubmoral.com/forcemental/16/page.php?sid=145">Force Mental 16</a>. Here's his Baby Skull photo from Lowlife 13:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/skulls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/skulls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There are several interviews here, one with bassist Tim Lane Seaton (who now plays in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Milk</span>), one with the absurd (and evasive) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Caroliner Rainbow</span> and a rather boring interview with Rowland Howard and Epic Soundtracks (<span style="font-weight: bold;">These Immortal Souls</span> reprinted <a href="http://www.burning-heart.net/lowtisin.html">here</a>). But I found the Kathleen Lynch interview the most interesting. She pal'ed around with the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Butthole Surfers</span> in the mid-80s and perform topless with them. Ms. Lynch's current band project is <a href="http://www.myspace.com/bemeseed"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Beme Seed</span></a>. Glen also interviews his roommate Ellen who was a performance artist who took off her clothes twice a day (as art). I just do it once a day to get into bed and it's not art.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/kathy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/kathy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/kathy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/kathy2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/kathy3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/kathy3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/kathy4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/kathy4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1144535757797283722006-04-08T18:34:00.000-04:002006-04-08T18:36:11.306-04:00Swellsville, A Critical Guide for Consumer Deviants, Winter 1988<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Cover.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Cover.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />30 pages, xeroxed and binded by stable at spine.<br /><br />So, there arose among the 'zines, the "think piece" zine. Not so much fanzines, although the writers were certainly fans of music but they were also fans of their own record collections, their incisive thoughts and so forth. Many of them should have been writing for the major rock publications but those guys were covering politics, fashion, trends, AIDS - anything but music and writing about music (outside of lionizing ageing rock stars or rewriting ad copy from major labels).<br /><br />Jack Thompson was a Seattle-based writer who thought and thought some more and eventually started publishing <span style="font-style: italic;">Swellsville </span>to capture all his thoughts. The think piece writers mostly wrote about their relationship to music, the ever-continuing debate of UK vs. American rock/disco/pop and, of course, their record collections. Fred Mills was perhaps the worst purveyor of that latter trait and he's in here somewhere writing about Sickidz, The Imperial Pompadours, etc.<br /><br />Some of it is very good and almost all of it is very heartfelt. These weren't guys publishing zines to be the coolest non-conformist on the block. They were writers writing for nothing because they loved to write and see their words on paper.<br /><br />Some of it was very funny (see Jack Thompson's review of a <span style="font-weight: bold;">GG Allin</span> album way below) and some of it was unintentionally funny - one guy tries to "save" <span style="font-weight: bold;">Greg Sage and the Wipers</span> from their association with "Pigfuck" music arguing instead that he is the voice of alienation and the "voice of hopelessness" and "if there's no room in the pigfuck inn for this sentimentality there's no room for Greg Sage."<br /><br />Lots of fawning over long-gone and obscure 60's popsters (Heinz) and folkies (Ian and Sylvia) that I have as much chance of hearing today as I did back then (OK, maybe that's wrong as I'm sure there is some MP3 blog somewhere rehashing this and I could probably find it somewhere on the index or P2P black market). Jack's wife (Alle Thompson) reviews black rap music horribly and Jack's love of Camper Van Beethoveen is still incomprehensible. The round table on Jagger's Primitive Cool album is a waste of space.<br /><br />Most of the best work is turned in by publisher Jack Thompson and Richie Unterberger.<br /><br />Yep despite all my bad-mouthin', there's a lot to like about this, even now that most of the bands they write about are long gone. Richie Unterberger's piece on "The Politics of Office Music" is still real in most places (maybe I'll reprint it at a later date?) and Dave Beltane on the best drug-influenced artists is also worth reading and re-reading.<br /><br />So, as I don't have time to scan everything in, I've reprinted Jack's seminal piece "Fear and Loathing in the 80's" or "The Butthole Surfers vs. The People."<br /><br />As usual, click on the images and then you may have to click on them again to see it in full resolution or print it out for reading. There's no much visually of interest in Swellsville (besides the cover, I guess) as Thompson squashes as much text into the three columns as possible. A hell of alot of words for only $1.00 (about $1.75 adjusted for inflation).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page5.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page5.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page6.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page6.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page7.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page7.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page8.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page8.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Jack Thompson masters the joke as a record review here... funniest GG review ever.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/ggreview.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/ggreview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Buy it? Well, I don't know what happened to Jack Thompson but <a href="http://www.slippytown.com/forsale3.htm">Slippytown has back issues of Swellsville for sale</a>.Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1142711016638142032006-03-18T15:03:00.000-05:002006-03-18T15:29:01.226-05:00Colsoy Youth #1, January 1988<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/cover.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/cover.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cosloy Youth</span> was a Houston-based zine that rather than run away from their derivativeness from Gerard's Conflict zine, they embraced it, using Mr. Cosloy's putdown of his imitators as their mission statement and proudly displaying it on their masthead (below). This issue has a <a href="http://www.sonicyouth.com/mustang/cc/092087.html">massive Sonic Youth interview</a> but since it available over at the <a href="http://www.sonicyouth.com/">Sonic Youth website</a>, I'm just going to put up a page or two so you can see what it looked like (see the badly-scanned pictures basically).<br /><br />Most important from these zines, I think, are the show reports - so, barring any complaint from Ray and Rob, I'm reprinting those three pages which include a <span style="font-weight: bold;">Butthole Surfers</span> report, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sonic Youth</span> review, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lazy Cowgirls</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Divine Horsemen</span>, to name a few.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/masthead.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/masthead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Masthead with quote from Daddy Cosloy<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/sy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/sy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/sy3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/sy3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/sy5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/sy5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Three pages from the Sonic Youth Interview - read the whole thing <a href="http://www.sonicyouth.com/mustang/cc/092087.html">here</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/live1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/live1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/live2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/live2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/live3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/live3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Live ReviewJim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1141697812702650442006-03-06T21:16:00.000-05:002006-03-06T21:16:52.716-05:00Big Yeah fanzine number 7 (April 1987)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/BY7Cover1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/BY7Cover1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Big Yeah</span> was published by Mike Greenlees and Michelle Thomas. Mike was the drummer for <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tar</span> in the '90s. They had a few records on Touch and Go. He sent me some of their early 7"'s and at the time I thought they were boss - I'll try and dig them up sometime for Vinyl Mine. Michelle was his girlfriend and she wrote way original reviews. My fave is when she said she wished the singer of Rifle Sport was a piece of lint so she could fling it off her clothes and listen to the band for the rest of her life.<br /><br />As you can see, Big Yeah scored a cover from Dan Clowes - this was before he did <span style="font-style: italic;">Ghost World</span> and got all famous in the cult comics world. BY published in a half-size format and like most zines used very small type, shrunken via the xerox machine and often hard to read. This made what would normally be a 14 page fanzine into a 28 page 'zine. But you needed one of those little jeweler's eyepieces to read it.<br /><br />This issue had an interview with <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Outnumbered</span> (who?), tons of record reviews, fanzine reviews and most importantly a post-European tour interview with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Big Black</span> where they talk about the tour, playing with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Killing Joke</span>, how Simon Bonney was a sorry excuse for a roadie, the <span style="font-style: italic;">Headache</span> EP and hint that they are breaking up. Oh yeah, the working title for <span style="font-style: italic;">Songs About Fucking</span> was Scooter Trash. Anyway, it was great enuf for me to reprint below. 'joy...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/BY7page1-21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/BY7page1-21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/BY7BB11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/BY7BB11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/BY7BB21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/BY7BB21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/BY7BB31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/BY7BB31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1140980254171670862006-02-26T14:00:00.000-05:002006-02-26T14:23:57.236-05:00Disaster #4 (Summer 1987)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/cover.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/cover.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A lot of people know that <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bill Callahan</span> was a fanzine guy way back but not many people have seen it. Bill and I had a short letter writing relationship back in the '80s and I contributed to this issue although I'm too embarassed to reprint those reviews. I finally met Bill at the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Suckdog </span>show. I went home and later wrote a song lyric about him called "Billy Storm" (never put it to music) - the night I met him, he looked like he had a perpetual black cloud above his head that was so heavy it forced his head down and his body into a slouch. I guess he saw that cloud but interpreted it as Smog instead of a black cloud. That night I went home with one of Suckdog's band members and we lay on my bed kissing all night. I promised (in the throes of passion) to drive them to Ohio, a promise I later reneged on when I came to my hungover senses the next day. A few weeks later, I got a letter from Bill informing that he was going on the road with the very same person (Debbey Puff) and starting his career. It was like he had joined the circus. I never heard from him again.<br /><br />His most recent work (<span style="font-style: italic;">A River Ain't Too Much to Love</span>) is bar-none my favorite record of 2005 - a year that had many noteworthy releases.<br /><br />Disaster was a superlative fanzine which was anchored by Bill's careful yet often funny writing (he still does that in his lyrics). There's a reprint of his review of a <span style="font-weight: bold;">Broken Siren</span> show (a strident feminist Dischord band that got to play a lot of shows in DC in that period) that just "kicks the dust" out of me. He's got the snarky letters, lots of name checking, tons of reviews, interviews with bands that indicate his superlative taste (well, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sex Clark Five</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Halo of Flies</span>). Funny piece on what <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tom Pig</span> does during a typical day ("6:30PM Pig has an apertif while watching the sun and his neighbor's wife, go down.") and Bill's trademark Desert Island Discs (who knew Tom Hazelmeyer liked the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Soft Boys</span>? and Rob Straker listened to Mozart)<br /><br />Here are a few pages from Issue 4 which I think is the only one I ended up contributing to.<br /><br />Some observations:<br /><br />In Bill's review of <span style="font-weight: bold;">GG Allin'</span>s Hated in the Nation tape, he admires him for "not faking it" and putting his life "however fucked up -- on the stage." Just for comparisons sake, here's a sample lyric from last year's "Running the Loping":<br /><blockquote>I lay on the bed in the dark<br />laughing at things I think of<br />Getting off on the pornography<br />of my past</blockquote><br />One the same page, he also expresses that he is "increasingly puzzled" by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Beat Happening</span> because they are "more of an excuse to get together with friends as opposed to some sorta soul-purging act or whatever"... he obviously chose the latter in his work.<br /><br />The pictures of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex Chilton</span> offered without comment include one with Alex and Bill's original teen crush, Paul Westerburg who is receding into the background as Chilton moves up front.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>the masthead and Bill's misanthropic editorial...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>A sample of Bill's show reviews *click to see it larger*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>More reviews by Bill and a Calvin drawring...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>A splash page for his Halo of Flies interview - whoo hoo...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Halo of Flies interview continued *click to make larger*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Halo of Flies interview continued<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page19.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Halo of Flies and the uncommented upon Chilton/Westerburg photos...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Bill's back page "Desert Island Discs" - not the contribution of a certain blogger...Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1140476726061644832006-02-20T21:06:00.000-05:002006-02-21T10:03:41.560-05:00Shredded Slime #7Presented in its entirety, it's full xerox, Mac-art, glue layout, staple on the upper corner glory - From 1987: a massive, tense, awkward and funny NO TREND interview, a Traci Lords review, a page (seven) from Brett of PSYCODRAMA, a BUTTHOLE SURFERS slag, THE SHAKES interview (the one from Illinois) and a psychotic rant I received on Mr. Magoo. Enjoy. Or not.<br /><br />One observation:<br />- NO TREND were prescient in their musing that in the future people will make CDs that sound like LPs: "that's going to be the wave of the future, adding noise to CDs to make them sound like LPs" (page 15)<br /><br /><br />*Click on the images to make them bigger to read - if there's a magnifying glass substituted for your cursor, it means you can click again to get it bigger...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Page17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Page17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1139609161416043392006-02-12T19:46:00.000-05:002006-02-12T16:42:37.506-05:00Sound Choice #1, Jan/Feb 1984<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This week's posting is one of the two offspring of the John Foster's <span style="font-style: italic;">OP</span> magazine, one of the first "catalog" independent publications. OP begat both <span style="font-style: italic;">Sound Choice</span> (1984-1992) and <span style="font-style: italic;">Option</span>, the more commercial of the two (it went out of publication in 2004). Sound Choice, as you can see from the cover terms itself the "music magazine for the INDEPENDENT minded" and it continued in this abashadly non-commercial vein for its life. Whereas <span style="font-style: italic;">Option </span>looked for greater distribution and introducing the underground and independent to the mainstream, <span style="font-style: italic;">Sound Choice</span> instead took the approach of trying to make the current community more intertwined and creating a resource to help others "join"<br /><br />Hence, you didn't subscribe to <span style="font-style: italic;">Sound Choice</span>, you joined the "Audio Evolution Network." If you were an independent minded musician, listener or a writer, there was a ton of info in Sound Choice - radio station addresses, record labels, artist addresses, and even classifieds in the back. And of course, if you sent your recording in for review, you would get a review (one paragraph but a review nonetheless) whereas many magazines expressed editorial selection over what they would review. The downside is that such a one-size-fits-all approach can be pretty boring and watered down. There's even two pages of reviews in the which the reviewer (Mykel Board) states he won't make any "value judgements"... Well, I guess that's all find and good but without opinions, things can get pretty bland quickly. Although the other reviewers include their opinions - they usually do so tepidly. But there was ONE value judgement made implicitly in that if you were on a "major label" you wouldn't be written about in Sound Choice... <br /><br />In this 72-page ish, lots of articles on stuff beginning with the letter A (mimicing OP's quirky approach - the next issue would have lots of "B" things and so on). So <span style="font-weight: bold;">Algebra Suicide</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Art Bears</span>, Albany's acoustic scene, anarchist radio, album covers (reprinted below) and <span style="font-style: italic;">American Splendor</span> get featured. The reviews are many - good stuff residing with the bad stuff (no editorial selection, just review whatever they sends you I guess). I was interested to verify that the underground's love for <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ennio Morricone</span> is not just a recent thing - there's an enthusiatic review by a J. Stacey Bishop (hmmm, any relation to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sir Richard Bishop</span>?) of Morricone's <span style="font-style: italic;">La Grande Bourgeoise</span> soundtrack. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jandek </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jarboe </span>(pre-<span style="font-weight: bold;">Swans</span>) releases are reviewed (the reviewers express concern for the mental health of the artists). Mostly underwhelming then and now - the most interesting article, or at least the only one I read all the way through, was Diana Zincavage's memoir of doing punk album covers for the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Circle Jerks</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lisa Fancher</span> (she also did <span style="font-weight: bold;">China White</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Adolescents</span>) - reprinted below.<br /><br />*click to enlarge*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/page42.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/page42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Links:</span><br />Fuzzlogic has a <a href="http://www.fuzzlogic.com/hni/index.shtml">searchable index</a> for Sound Choice (and OP and Option)<br />Sound Choice's Editor-in-Chief <a href="http://ciaffardini.blogspot.com/">David Ciaffardini's rarely updated blog</a><br /><br />NOTE: Once again, I wanted to note that this is a group blog - if you want to join, let me know and I'll send you an invite.Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1139063415205167372006-02-04T14:28:00.000-05:002006-02-04T12:15:08.233-05:00Official Premiere Posting: Teenage Gluesniffin' 101 and Damp #2<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">UPFRONT SPIEL (to be reprinted in first coupla postings).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So, welcome to </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Teenage Gluesniffer</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">, named in homage to two great songs and one great lost fanzine, which I only read in someone else's bedroom, as all good fanzines should be read.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">This is a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">GROUP BLOG</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> - if you want to join it, please drop me a line (you need a blogger account) - I'd love to have ya.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The mission is write about and scan in samples from your favorite saved fanzines, memorabilia of the past. Since my "past" is defined as spanning the years 1979 and on and in case you didn't catch on from the title, the focus is on the post-1979 American / UK punk-alternative-indie music scene but if you're into old lady's lingerie catalogs, then by all means, bring it on. The only constraint is you gotta write about it, talk about what you like, don't like, even try to make it funny and interesting (since I'm blog editor, I reserve the right to be a boring jackass, however).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Note that this is intended to be a "fair use" only site and not an archive nor do we want to infringe on copyright. As such, we accept no advertising or promos or swag or whatever. If you're the owner of one of these fanzines, tough, write insults in the comments section if you don't like it and maybe we'll just start an old-fashioned flame war or maybe I'll just drive to your home and set your lawn on fire, suburban bitchhole.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Please recommend some blogroll and links to put on the side here. Onto the first posting.</span><br /><br />--------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">DAMP 2</span> came from, as most fanzines do, a small town - South Millington, Connecticutt (a state which I manifestly refuse to learn how to spell on general principle - please rename it Cutt or something) - issue #2, already a newsprinty, 8 1/2" x 11", staple-binded 46 whopping pages is dated 1987. Editor Kevin Kraynick seemed mostly inspired, like many zines of the era, by <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Forced Exposure</span> and its jazz editor Byron Coley- so much so that not only is Coley the subject of a two part interview, he's mentioned in the first sentence of the lead editorial and a letter Coley wrote is reprinted in full at the top of their "Letter Nook" section. Coley commends them for covering <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mofungo</span> in their first ish and suggests they also investigate the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blinding Headache</span> / <span style="font-weight: bold;">Information Nucleus</span> family tree. Not that the guy who rediscovered so many forgotten artists and made the career for a many other deserving folk doesn't deserve his own fanzine, but should have just called this <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Coley Youth</span> instead of <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Damp.</span><font> But then<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span>come to think of it, they're pretty much the same thing.<br /><br />The 'tude is mostly <span style="font-style: italic;">Too Smug in Suburbia</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">I Know Who The Residents Are, Do You?</span> - here's Kraynick in his lead editorial moaning about people who live in big cities (read: Boston and NYC) and write fanzines full of band gossip:<br /></span><blockquote><font><font><font><font><font>"You people want to live in a goddamn stinking ant farm go right the fuck ahead, but I'd prefer to kick back here in Nowheresville and be left alone. I see all about all the shows I need to see by shagging my ass to Providence or New Haven every once in a while." </span></span></span></span></span></blockquote><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>He then proceeds to relate all the latest band news and gossip from Boston and NYC (and <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Residents</span>).<br /><br />The record reviews are 2nd-rate Coley - what they lack for in originality and innovativeness, they make up for in unintended artful mockery of his scatological 2nd-rate Melzter imitation. Here's what's reviewer Dead Bob writes about the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Grateful Dead</span>'s uber-crap <span style="font-style: italic;">In The Dark</span> album: "Following the pattern of the locust, these tour-crazedgestalt emissaries have shit out their first studio log in seven years. Holy bashoogi! About fucking time, I was starting to wonder if Jerry would die first." But you can't hate an acolyte for trying and Bob's Band Equation (reprinted below, page 44) more than make up for it.<br /><br />Here's their acidic take on the long and properly forgotten <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hugo Largo</span>'s <span style="font-style: italic;">Drum</span> album:<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><blockquote><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>"Currently standing trial on gange rape charges in Pasadena with tour mates the Beastie Boys. Former mosh monster who now prefer the "hip hop styles." Co-produced by Mumbles Stipe who helped write their tune "Second Skin" about the harrowing operation he recently underwent to have his foreskin reattached to his penis. I was tear-dropping for days" </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></blockquote><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>There are more samples of record reviews on page 33 below. The interviews are kinda silly and true to fanzine form, overly long - they ask <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Snakehand</span> what his favorite salad dressing is only because they want to hear the London-born guitarist say "Raunch, Raunch dressing" so I give them credit for that. An excruciating <span style="font-weight: bold;">Zoogz Rift</span> interview crowns the issue. But reading an artist, any artist, yammer and whine about how expensive it is to tour (yawn) and how he debates making his records more accessible with his label to get more radio play (double yawn) - well, you get the picture. Much more interesting is reading Zoogz talk about obsession with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Frank Zappa</span> who he calls a "father figure" and brags "cannot kiss Frank Zappa's ass enough" (he then proceeds to trash Zappa's latter period synclavier work) . If Zoogz wasn't a creepy enough guy for ya, he even frets over why Frank won't respond to his mail: "...he might resent my existence thinkin' to himself, 'Oh Christ, I could do alot better than that. This guy's being compared to me? This geek?'" Heh.<br /><br />On the Internets, Damp 5 is remembered best as it was an all Beefheart issue and Beefheart fans pretty much own a small country in cyberspace. Here's a reprint of <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/teejo/argue/phone.html">Kraynick's embarassing phone call to Don van Vliet</a><br />and <a href="http://www.united-mutations.com/">United Mutations</a> has <a href="http://www.united-mutations.com/c/captain_beefheart/cb_mag.htm">a photo of Damp 5's cover</a>. Well enjoy these page scans from Damp 2 and tell me if you like this blog. If Kevin or any of the staff writers are out there, please drop in some comments and let me know about your experience with Damp.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Damp2Cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Damp2Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Damp2Page2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Damp2Page2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Damp2P31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Damp2P31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/DampP32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/DampP32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/DampP33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/DampP33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/DampP38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/DampP38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/DampP39.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/DampP39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/1600/Damp2P44.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3819/351/320/Damp2P44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1139032432706271252006-02-04T00:53:00.000-05:002006-02-04T00:53:52.710-05:00ManFromUNCLE011-21<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sensesworkingovertime/94977086/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/94977086_7c8d2e9a58_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sensesworkingovertime/94977086/">ManFromUNCLE011-21</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sensesworkingovertime/">senses working overtime</a>. </span></div><br clear="all" />Jim Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14126808520365186688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21456740.post-1138801392043393202006-02-01T08:42:00.000-05:002006-02-01T08:43:12.043-05:00New PostingThis is a test of the posting system. 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