The Castle fills in for Professor Dum Dum, midnight tomorrow

What do you see in the image above?

a) one of those carnival dolls
b) a bum
c) a vag on top of a clit on top of a bum
d) Butch Willis
e) an upside-down goat
f) all of the above

If you answered a, c, e, or f, tune in to WFMU-FM tomorrow night at Midnight, when I will be filling in for Professor Dum Dum's Lab. Due to my inferior American intellect, I will not be taking calls, nor will I be discussing the baby Jesus, and/or ways to exterminate and/or thrwart its growth (understand, though, that I am in favor of this latter activity.) I will, however, be playing lots of metal—maybe just 3-4 doom CDs, we'll see.

Midnight-3 a.m., May 2nd
WFMU 91.1 FM (NY/NJ)
WMFU 90.1 (Hudson Valley)
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Air filled with stillness. At last.

Yes I'm taking the headline for myself this week. I'm feeling that way. And when my air finally, mercifully goes still—I'll leave knowing that I did a good job, at least at this, this one fucking thing. (I get a fair bit done, when one considers I've been dead almost a year. Not starting to stink either—my rot smells better!)

Lisa thinks she is giving herself to Evan, and in a way she is, but Evan is not the man he was before he entered the church, before he opened the cross-shaped hole in the sub-basement floor. Consumed by submission, Lisa lays passive but aware, happy even, as the beast partakes of her. Their passion will take you to the playlist and streaming audio archive of last night's horrorcast™.

The spectacles witnessed and heard through the double glass on WFMU's fourth floor during my Castle broadcasts continue to amaze me, and shape my consciousness with their intensity, their power, their generosity. Everyone tends to do a good—nay great—set on the Castle. All I do is say, "come." The Hex Breaker Quintet were no exception—they were, in fact, the RULE, as Telecult Powers and Grasshopper are the two bands that helped carve the Castle landscape quite early on; it only makes sense that their combined energies should return to rattle these walls and break the hex. And rattle they did. And the hex was in fact broken.

Not to be believed (I get to present this on the radio? Really?), Hex Breaker's 2-set appearance on My Castle of Quiet will post next week to WFMU's Free Music Archive and Beware of The Blog.

In other matters, y'all LOVED the Francisco Meirino & Bob Bellerue collab CD (me too!), and the chat about the Drunkdriver controversy just will not stop (it's a great fuckin' record, GREAT FUCKIN' RECORD, is all I'm sayin'!) ... What else, what else? Bo Hansson died; R.I.P. The new Akitsa, and the new Explosive Improvised Device, both great, both on Hospital Productions (EID tape sold out.) And yeah, I played Lap Dancer. I love a good upskirt shot. And power electronics.

The Hex Breaker -muthafuckin- Quintet!

Hasidic men race through midtown with Hex Breaker bootlegs under their long coats. Across 47th Street, a kid cries at a crosswalk, holding Mommy's hand and waiting for the light to change; in Brooklyn somewhere, Witchbeam strokes his kitty's scruff and contemplates.

Elsewhere over the Atlantic, Josh orders a drink on the plane and mocks the on-board movie selections. Jesse's back on the ground in NY, furiously ripping live audio from INC, while Mr. Matthews gets too much change, and wonders whether to come clean.

Tonight, I sit up 'til dawn watching vintage sexploitation movies, but Wednesday, oh sweet Wednesday, I host the Hex Breaker Quintet live on My Castle of Quiet on WFMU-FM.

Bumble-dee-bumble-dee-bumble-dee-weep-weep-weeeeeeeppp go Witchbeam and Mr. Matthews. Braaaap braaaap braaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh... go Josh and Jesse.

All are welcome, to hear what happens when two of the most compelling electronic, sound-shaper crews alive today combine to make music magic. It's Telecult Powers + Grasshopper + some creepy dude with a nice smile, leath'ry wings, and a drippy pen.

And though it's two nights early—witches, demons, lovers and lycanthropes are welcome, nay encouraged, to strip naked and dance and fornicate in the moonlight. Please note that this is a radio event.

Airwaves crack open @ 8 p.m.
HBQ @ 9-ish
WFMU 91.1 FM (NY/NJ)
WMFU 90.1 (Hudson Valley)
wfmu.org live on the Web

photos by your author.

The tension is worn out.

MULTIPLE OFFENSES ---

a) pulling down volume on record that's playing
b) cueing LP on-air while something else is playing
c) ejecting tray on CD that's playing; starting over, then accidentally fading volume on same song
d) potting up song in the middle, on a disc that was already playing
e) forgetting to fade down previous record for more than a minute of new selection
f) multiple fumbles trying get cassette started

Then there's all those black metal/ crust CDs where the songs are so short, and so close together. You can't pin THOSE on me, officer.

EACH ONE EQUALS A THUMB TACK TO THE FINGERNAIL; IN WITH A TACK HAMMER, TAP TAP TAP. THE THUMB HURTS THE MOST. I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THE THUMB. CAN HARDLY TYPE FOR ALL THE BLOOD.

I, for one, blame the change in weather, officer Sir. It's been murder on my allergies. And I've had such trouble sleeping lately.

Starring Habsyll, Tinsel Teeth, Drunkdriver, Velvet Cacoon, Family Treasures, Sickness, and Cotton Museum.

Click on Marta, the mother of all on the Silver Globe, to access the playlist and archived audio of last night's horrorcast.

SHERILYN FENN????!?!???

LIKE WALKING THROUGH A LABYRINTHINE UNDERGROUND CHAMBER; DOORS OPEN, THE POSSIBILITY OF ESCAPE...BUT NO. THE WALLS WILL RATTLE BEFORE YOU CAN LEAVE, AND THEN SOME.

SUCH WAS THE MUSIC OF DIABLO LAST NIGHT.

2 out of 3 are not being honest. I make direct inquiries, I get lies. Or even worse, silence. Time passes, but so much time is wasted. Why not now? I have SEEN the void, and it is not pretty; better for you to spend this time with me now, while you still can. Talk. Before YOU see it.

I hunger, but I avoid food. Why? To feed this organism is to promote it, and sometimes I just refuse. Alien to everything; but closeness is right there.

Tinsel Teeth and Epileptinomicon also made significant impressions. As they should—always, I like it all; such is the essence.

Thanks again to Diablo; look for his pummeling set to be posted to WFMU's Free Music Archive (To Live and Shave in L.A. piece is currently the lead post!) and Beware of The Blog early next week.

Click on Pinhead (he was once a man) to access the playlist and audio archive of last night's horrorcast™

Live tonight on the Castle --- Diablo

Electronic composer/improvisor/technician Bob Bellerue rolls out his newest face, that of Diablo, live on the My Castle of Quiet radio program. Bob's been manipulating the sonic landscape for over 20 years, so it's hard to say what Diablo will actually sound like.

Will it be the sheets of light-to-shattering laptop drone generated by Redglaer? The power feedback of Amplified Piano Duets, his collab with Jarrett Silberman? The amalgamated satchel of sound that are Bob's "collabs" with halfnormal? A combination of re-imagined/contact mic'd native instrumentation and found junk? None of the above?

Diablo is a masculine noun. It means Demonio, he-devil.

Bob has a pointy beard—just sayin'.

However the sonic cookie flambés, the brazier is hot, and Bob Bellerue as Diablo is not to be missed.

Photo by Wild Don Lewis.

Diablo text design by your host and author.

Doors of wood and iron open @ 8 p.m. ET

Diablo @ 9 approx.

WFMU 91.1 FM (NY/NJ)

WMFU 90.1 (Hudson Valley)

wfmu.org live on the Web

New @ the Free Music Archive - Neil / Noah

Neil Vendrick of Towering Heroic Dudes passed along some great archival jams he and his brother Noah recorded and subsequently remixed. This is top-shelf collage/ improv, thoughtfully orchestrated for maximum head damage. Mellifluous clutter. Once in a while, a rhythm emerges, and is then summarily swallowed.

Many other titles are available for download and in-browser enjoyment at my curator portal on the FMA, including a live THD session.

Make it hurt.

OH I WILL STOP ALWAYS STOP SAID "STEVEN" CRONENBERG LAST NIGHT HAHA STOP AND THE FUCKED UP-EDNESS IS PASSED ON TO THE NEXT GENERATION STOP FATHERS AND SONS SO IT IS STOP THE CIRCLE OF PAIN IS NEVERENDING CONTINUOUS STOP BUT ITS NOT ALL TERRIBLE I HAVE A RADIO SHOW STOP WHAT DO THE REST OF YOU DO? STOP SUBURBANIA IS KILLING ME STOP YOU ARE KILLING ME STOP PLEASE STOP STOP I'M HUNGRY STOP DON'T MESS WITH ME I WILL BEHAVE LIKE A MAN WHO HAS NOTHING TO LOSE STOP

Riccamonza more than had it coming. They all did. Jimmy's father was not a bad man; he didn't deserve to die like that—like an animal, his brains all over the goddamn kitchen floor. Let's just say maybe he did deserve it, even—you STILL gotta pay your debts. And anyone who can't understand that "Summertime, Summertime" by The Jamies is one of the most creative songs ever written, fuck it. POP POP POP POP ... POP. Click on Jimmy Fingers to access the playlist and audio archive of last night's horrorcast™.

By the way, people really liked the Nekrokaos, Epileptinomicon, the Dust Belt tape, the Twins CDr, the new Excepter on Temple of Pei, and of course, Haare. Me, I LIKE IT ALL.

Take me away, alien mothership.

Giant, agonizing, protracted lumps of unexplained dead air are to WFMU as blue bandanas are to The Crips, and the bigger parts, those actually filled-in with sound, were pretty damn sweet, not least of all thanks to the mental flossing rendered by Fluorescent Vibes. It's always a good time at the Castle, and engineer Glenn L., Phillip and Corey of FV, and myself, collectively fought uncooperative PATH trains, "mysterious" dead air (in the first half-hour, no less!), and chronic-battered-masturbator haters on the playlist, which all just served to make us STRONGER.

Look for the Fluorescent Vibes' set to appear next week as streamable/downloadable chunks of digital goodness (0s and 1s) on the Free Music Archive and WFMU's Beware of The Blog. In the meantime you can click that crazed, vortexed eye up top (taken from J.X. Williams' notorious The Virgin Sacrifice) to access the playlist and streaming audio archive of last night's horrorcast.

And yes, the people love that new Opponents CD on Obsolete Units, and guess what? Opponents will be riding horseback up the long hill to the Castle this very June.

I also loves me that new DJ Female Convict Scorpion LP, and here's another guess what? DJFCS turns out to be my old friend and Amoeba co-worker Joshua (of too many mind-fucked, psych-slop, Bay Area projects to really count—dude sings a MEAN Scott Walker, too!)

Also starring Klangstabil, Neil / Noah, Andy Borsz, and Maledicere.
(Also thanks to Rob's mom.)