The Month of Mauz...Disposing of Heroes

 

The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy were an American industrial hip-hop band founded in 1990 in San Francisco & lasted until 1993. The members were Michael Franti - vocals, production, multiple instruments & Rono Tse - drums, percussion, programming, both previously in The Beatnigs.

The Heroes music addressed a wide range of social issues: homophobia; media bias & abuse; & racial equality. Similar to other bands like Pop Will Eat Itself or House of Pain, the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy used sampling & scratching as a primary tool of music recording, mixing rock, hip hop, & jazz while Franti's half-spoken vocal stylings were reminiscent of Gil Scott-Heron or Last Poets.

The recording of Hypocrisy is the Greatest Luxury was co-produced by Consolidated's Mark Pistel while Meat Beat Manifesto frontman Jack Dangers assisted with mixing. 

 

The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Hypocrisy is the Greatest Luxury, 4th & Broadway 1992.
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Satanic Reverses    
Famous & Dandy (like Amos 'N' Andy)
Television, the Drug of the Nation    
Language of Violence    
The Winter of the Long Hot Summer
Hypocrisy is the Greatest Luxury
Everyday Life has Become a Health Risk
INS Greencard A-19 191 500
Socio-Genetic Experiment    
Music & Politics
Financial Leprosy    
California Über Alles
Water Pistol Man

 

 

 

In 1993, the duo worked with William S. Burroughs, recording music for a collaborative album entitled Spare Ass Annie and Other Tales. This album sounds nothing like Hypocrisy, much more soulful jazz influence as the Heroes were mainly providing musical background & accompaniment to Burroughs' readings. This one steers closer to the Last Poets, similarly fantastic. This is such a great excuse for me to play some more Bills. 

 

William S. Burroughs & the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Spare Ass Annie & Other Tales, 

Island Red Label 162-535 003-2, 1993. 

Interlude 1 (Wrinkled Earlobes Are a Sign of Impending Heartattacks)    
Spare Ass Annie    
Interlude 2 (This is Insane)    
The Last Words of Dutch Schultz (This is Insane)
Interlude 3 (The Vultures Are Gone & Will Never Come Back)    
Mildred Pierce Reporting (Old Sarge)    
Dr. Benway Operates    
Warning to Young Couples (Huntsmen's Hounds)    
Did I Ever Tell You About the Man That Taught His Asshole to Talk?
Last Words with Ras I. Zulu
A One God Universe
Interlude 4 (Fletch is Here)    
The Junky's Christmas
Words of Advice for Young People
Last Words with Michael Franti

 

 

 

As well as being one of the last recorded works by William S. Burroughs, this was also the last album by the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy. The Disposable Heroes split up shortly thereafter

Hoping you see these, mauz.
NØ

Outstanding Debts...Playing the Burroughs Bill

Sometimes its hard to dig into the pocket & drag out what it takes when the Bills come due. I never seem to have that trouble when it comes to the Burroughs Bill. 

 

Something about that gravelly voiced old curmudgeon just makes me smile. I alway walk away from playing the Burroughs Bill with some heavy ideas rattling around my noggin. Makes me feel good to be a Johnson & know there are still a bunch a folks out there that aren't going to put up with the no-good shits that can’t mind their own business.

This one is kinda different from the usual that I share.

Here's an interesting one. Häxan - Witchcraft Through the Ages is a 1922 silent film by Benjamin Christensen. It utilizes a series of dramatic vignettes to explore the scary, gross, & darkly humorous lore of the witches of the Middle Ages, featuring grave robbing, torture, possessed nuns, & a satanic Sabbat. It was censored in many countries at that time for its graphic depictions of the occult, torture, nudity, & sexual perversion.

In 1968 the film was released with an eclectic jazz score by Daniel Humair played by a quintet including Jean-Luc Ponty on violin & Daniel Humair on percussion. It was dramatically narrated by William S. Burroughs. This is the Un-OST. So sit back & be scared...OoOoOoO!!! Or find a copy of the film & listen while you watch (this is the 77m version).

 

William S. Burroughs - Häxan - Witchcraft Through the Ages, Sotpackan sp0067, 2014.
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NØ

1st of the Month...Time for Bills & More

Hit Laswell heavy last time around, so Nelson or Burroughs this time I guess. Was just reading The Job recently so looks like WSB gets the nod.

How about starting at the beginning.

Call Me Burroughs is the recorded debut of William Burroughs. For many of us not living in New York City (or Paris or Tangier or Mexico City or Lawrence,Kansas) this was our introduction to Burroughs' distinguished & incredible voice. Burroughs' deadpan drawl, pitches "routines" of Wild West gangster sci-fi fantasies, narcotic nightmares, & apocalyptic possible futures. Burroughs' usual fiction based on his real experiences on the fringes of the Interzone across the globe.

The excerpts share the exploits of junkies, prostitutes, street hustlers & croakers as they move through the netherworlds of reality & hallucination. As with all Burroughs' works, the juxtaposition of the hilarious & the macabre create the high-comic sinister mood.

Call Me Burroughs was originally released in June 1965 by The English Bookshop in Paris, then re-released the following year by ESP-Disk (ESP#1050),  New York.

Call Me Burroughs features the author reading from Naked Lunch, The Soft Machine, & Nova Express. These three works utilize the cut-up method developed by Burroughs & his artist cohort Brion Gysin.

Call Me Burroughs was originally the idea of Gaît Frogé, owner of The English Bookshop in Paris. Burroughs' friend Ian Sommerville engineered the readings on a tape machine belonging to Brion Gysin. In April 65, 1,000 copies were pressed. This small pressing meant the album had a limited reach yet the album went on to garner a wide audience, particularly in England. Barry Miles, in the liner notes to this 1995 Rhino re-release says, "The Beatles may have been the soundtrack to 1965 for the beautiful people of swinging London, but to the cognoscenti there was something even cooler to listen to".  Now you to can join the "In Crowd".

William Burroughs - Call Me Burroughs, Rhino Records R2 71848, 1995.

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Bradley the Buyer
Meeting of International Conference of Technological Psychiatry
The Fish Poison Con
Thing Police Keep All Board Room Reports
Mr. Bradley Mr. Martin Hear Us Through the Hole in Thin Air
Where You Belong (rewrite)
Inflexible Authority
Uranian Willy (rewrite)

Tracks 1-2 from Naked Lunch; tracks 3, 4, 5, 7, 8 from Nova Express; track 6 from The Soft Machine.



This time I think I'll follow through with two more releases...one with Burroughs & Gysin doing The Spoken Word & one of  Gysin hisself.

Here Burroughs & British-born artist Brion Gysin, the man Burroughs credited with the invention of the 'cut-up' technique, read their works on The Spoken Word. Featured here is a complete, previously unissued 42-minute recording of Burroughs reading live at the Centre Hotel in Liverpool in 1982 as part of The Final Academy tour, plus performances by Gysin of a selection of his 'permutated poems' as well as previously unheard home recordings made by the pair in Paris in 1970.

William S. Burroughs & Brion Gysin - The Spoken Word, 

British Library NSACD 111, 2012.

Into:
The Beginning is Also the End (excerpt)

Readings from The Final Academy event at the Centre Hotel, Liverpool, Oct. 5, 1982:
Foreword from The Place of Dead Roads
Man is an Artifact for Space Travel
Introducing John Stanley Hart   
Introducing Kim Carson
from the Diaries of Denton Welch   
The Old Chateau   
Daddy Long-legs   
from Federal Narcotics Hospital, Lexington, Kentucky Folkloric text
Twilight's Last Gleamings (written in collaboration with Kells Elvins) - WSB

Cut-ups Self-explained
Cut-ups Cut-up
I am This Painter Brion Gysin
Pistol Poem
I've Come to Free the Words
No, Poets Don't Own Words
Calling All Reactive Agents
Junk is No Good, Baby
Kick That Habit, Man
I Am That I Am -Brion Gysin

Invisible art (three versions) -William S. Burroughs 

'Silky Supple Mirrors to be Folded...' -Brion Gysin



Next we have Bill’s buddy, writer & painter Brion Gysin (born January 19, 1916, Taplow, Buckinghamshire, UK - died July 13, 1986 in Paris, France).

Gysin is well known for his rediscovery of Tristan Tzara's cut-up technique while cutting through a newspaper upon which he was trimming some mats. He shared his discovery with Burroughs, who subsequently put the cut-up technique to good use, dramatically changing the landscape of American literature using it.

Gysin recieved his higher educated at Downside College (1932-34). He then moved to Paris where he studied at the Sorbonne. While there he met many of the renowned members of the Surrealist group, including Max Ernst, Salvador & Gala Dali, as well as Pablo Picasso. Gysin's work was included in the Surrealist Drawings exhibition in Paris in 1935 (Galerie Quatre).

In 1938 he made his first journey to the Algerian Sahara, a sojourn that had a deep everlasting influence on his life. Equally significant to the form of his later giant landscape paintings were the years he spent in New York working as assistant to Broadway stage designer Irene Sharaff (1940-43). In 1953, having returned to North Africa, Gysin opened the Thousand and One Nights restaurant, where the Master Musicians of Joujouka played an 'extended residency'.

Gysin altered the cut-up technique to produce what he called 'permutation poems' in which a single phrase was repeated several times, with the words rearranged in a different order with each reiteration. Many of these permutations were derived using a random sequence generator in an early computer program written by Ian Sommerville.

He also experimented with permutation on recording tape, by splicing together the sounds of a gun firing recorded at different amplitudes in the BBC Radiophonic Workshop thus producing "Pistol Poem".  The piece was subsequently used as a theme in 1960 for the performance in Paris of Le Domaine Poetique, a showcase for experimental works by people like Gysin, Françoise Dufrêne, Bernard Heidsieck, & Henri Chopin.

The following is a collection of Gysin's songs, poems, & stories set to music by Ramuntcho Matta with Don Cherry, Elli Medeiros, Steve Lacy, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Caroline Loeb, Abdoulaye Prosper Niang, & Polo Lombardo. Extensive booklet with info, lyrics, photos & much more included.

Brion Gysin - Self-Portrait Jumping, Made To Measure MTM 33CD, 1993.

Kick (that habit, man)
Junk (is no good, baby)
Stop Smoking
Sham Pain
V.V.V.
Baboon
All Those Years
Dream Machine
     a. Dreamachine
     b. Page 3
     c. Flies
     d. I Am That I Am
     e. Off the Ground
     f. The Initiate
Somebody Special
The Door

"Kick" recorded in Paris in 1983 with financial help from Sistan Limited.
"Junk", "Sham Pain", "V.V.V." & "Baboon" recorded & mixed in the country outside Paris in 1982.
"Stop Smoking" recordedin 1984 in Paris and 1990 in Lisboa.
"All Those Years" recorded in Lisboa and mixed in Brussels in Jan. 92.
"Dreamachine" recorded and mixed in 1992 at Ram Stud in Paris.
"Somebody Special" recorded & mixed in Paris in 1992.

"V.V.V." voices and mix done in 92 at Ram Stud in Paris.
"Kick" & "Stop Smoking" mixed in Brussels in October 92.

& as for an added bonus...

Various - One Night @  the 1001, Sub-Rosa SR142, 1998.

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This release contains Jajouka & other traditional Moroccan musicians specializing in exorcism & trance music. These recordings were made by Brion Gysin in the early 1950s.at his Thousand & One Nights restaurant in Tangier.

While we're at it, how about some music from the Masters themselves...

The Master Musicians of Joujouka - Joujouka Black Eyes, Sub-Rosa SR87, 1995.

Eyi El Arabi (My Brother & My Love) - Abduslam Hertobi
Joujouka Yei Cahilihown (Joujouka Black Eyes)
Hosemik (Pull up Your Belt & Dance) - Abdulah Ziat
M’Dahai (The Clapping) - Abduslam Hertobi
Brahim Jones Joujouka Very Stoned - Brian Jones
Liallah Mohamed (Mohamed My Prophet) - Achmed Titi Attar
Ana Ye Ela (Make Me Happy, My Love) - Abdulah Ziat
Jewash L’Hala (The Clapping) /Allah Hali (God is High)/Liallah Umi (God My Mother)
                                                                   - Abduslam Hertobi
Saudia Jibiliaya (Saudia, Girl of the Mountain) - Abdulah Ziat
Seeri Seeri D’Bah Farrush Rabi (Go, God Must Bless You) - Abduslam Hertobi
A Wedding in Joujouka, October 1994
El Faruk Saib (It's Hard to Leave Someone)
Le Hegera Saiyba (Leaving Makes You Sad)/Sharbuni a The (Your Eyes Make Me Want to Drink Tea)
Yehabti Oli Helalam (Come Back Home My Darling)
Joujouka Beli Jibel (Joujouka (Ice) Between the Mountains) - Abdulah Ziat
Abladi Abin Hassan (My Country Abin Hassan) - Achmed Titi Attar

Enjoy your day,
NØ

The Transcendental Cuisine --- Some More Bill

"the nova police"

Bulletin from Rewrite

"We had to call in the nova police to keep all the jokers out of the Rewrite Room --- Can’t be expected to work under these conditions...When disorder on any planet reaches a certain point, the regulating instance scans police --- otherwise --- Sput --- Another planet bites the cosmic dust..."

"The basic nova technique is very simple: Always create as many insoluble conflicts as possible & always aggravate existing conflicts..."



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Abandoned Artifacts

A processed version which combines three separate overlapping readings along with a rhythm track. Original recordings courtesy of James Grauerholz from performances at The Edge, Toronto; Tuts, Chicago; & Keystone Korner, San Francisco. "Abandoned Artifacts" is a selection from Chapter One of Burrough's western novel The Place of Dead Roads.

On The Nova Lark

This selection was recorded by William S. Burroughs in the early 60's in London or Tangiers. It is a passage partially contained in The Nova Express. The background music is probably bleeding backwards from an instrument.

This recording was a press run of 2,000, available only in TALK TALK, Vol. 3, No. 6, September/October 1981. The 38 page 'zine included live performance reviews of Peter Tosh, Abuse, Sunsplash, Venture, & The Fall; interviews with Psychedelic Furs, Billy ldol, Iggy Pop, & William Burroughs; reggae, tape, & record reviews. The cover of the magazine is by William S Burroughs.

William S. Burroughs - Abandoned Artifacts flexi, 

Talk Talk Publication Vol. 3 - #6, Sept. 1981.

Abandoned Artifacts featuring Martin Olson - percussion
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"Take two opposed pressure groups --- Record the most violent & threatening statements of group one with regard to group two & play back to group two --- Record the answer & take it back to group one --- back & forth between opposed groups --- This process is known as ‘feedback’ --- You can see it operating in any bar room quarrel --- In any quarrel for that matter --- Manipulated on a global scale ‘feeds back’ nuclear war & nova ---"

"These conflicts are deliberately created & aggravated by nova criminals --- "

"The Nova Mob: Sammy the Butcher; Green Tony; the Brown Artist; Jacky Blue Note; Limestone John; Izzy the Push; Hamburger Mary; Paddy the Sting; the Subliminal Kid...& Mr & Mrs T also known as Mr Bradly Mr Martin also known as the Ugly Spirit also known as Trumpistan Don thought to be the leader of the mob..."

"The success of the Nova Mob depended on a blockade of the planet that allowed them to operate with impunity --- So we moved in our agents & started to work keeping always in close touch with partisans --- The selection of local personnel posed a most difficult problem --- Frankly we found that most existing police agencies were hopelessly corrupt --- The Nova Mob had seen to that..."

"Would you rather talk to the partisans Mr & Mrs T --- Well? ---
 No terms...There are no guards capaple protect you --- Millions of voices in your dogs won’t do you a bit of good --- voices fading --- crumpled cloth bodies --- Your name fading across newspapers of the earth --- Madison Avenue machine is disconnected --- Errand boy closing their errand boys --- Won;t be much left..."

excerpts from The Ticket That Exploded by William S. Burroughs, Grove Press, 1967.




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Various - Junkie Bill: Swings & Sings, NØ Comps, 2019.

Makrosoft Theme - Makrosoft
Old Lady Sloan - WSB & the Eudoras
I Tre Merli - Yellow Magic Orchestra
Old Western Movies - WSB & Tomandandy
Rub Out the Word - Roger Holden & Rick Schneider
The Five Steps - WSB
Is Everybody In? - WSB & the Doors
You Never Existed at All - Daevid Allen
Sharkey’s Night - Laurie Anderson
Dream - Dave Ball & Genesis P. Orridge
Quick Fix - WSB & Ministry
Love Your Enemies - WSB
Rockin’ Shoes - Doug Wimbish
Ah Pook the Destroyer / Bryon Gysin’s All Purpose Bedtime Stories - WSB
Be a Superman - Yellow Magic Orchestra
Tain’t No Sin - WSB & Tom Waits
Scandal at the Jungle Hilton - WSB

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"Meet Me at the Fair"

"Drifting sand, fish smells & dead eyes in doorways, shabby quarters of a forgotten city. I was beginning to remember the pawn shops, guns & brass knucks in a window, chili parlors, cheap rooming houses, a cold wind from the sea, Dead eyes seemed to be looking at some distant beginning to remember the boy, an old skating rink...any minute now...Who said Atlantic City?,,,wire rusty around jagged holes...Van’s Surgery...writing croaker...Globe Hptel...Great Atlantic Accident...name address hotel quite right?...a number...police line ahead frisking seven boys against a wall. Too late to turn back, they’d seen us. & then I saw the photographers, more photographers than a routine frisk would draw. I eased a  film grenade into my hand. A cop stepped toward us. I pushed the plunger down & brought my hands up, tossing the grenade into the air. A black explosion blotted out the set & we were running down a dark street toward the barrier Behind us the city went up in chunks."

excerpt from Port of Saints by William S. Burroughs, Blue Wind Press, 1980.

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Old Pulp Magazines on White Steps

57 years after the publication of Naked Lunch, & 19 years after his death, Let Me Hang You, a compilation of Burroughs reading sections of the book set to experimental musi was released. At the end of his life, Burroughs recorded himself reading sections of the book, particularly those most explicitly dealing with the drug use & sexual debauchery which characterize the novel, in varying voices. The project, led by Hal Willner & James Grauerholz and featuring music by Bill Frisell, Wayne Horvitz & Eyvind Kang, was unfortunately swept under the rug for decades.

In 2015, producer Hal Willner unearthed the recordings which would eventually be Let Me Hang You, calling on the help of experimental punk / soul artist King Khan. Australian garage-punk band Frowning Clouds & vocalist M. Lamar also contributed, expanding on the unsettling nature of the musical accompaniment previously recorded by Frisell & others. Willner & Khan, linked by their previous collaboration with Lou Reed, found comfort after Reed's 2013 death by pursuing this project, honoring Burroughs, considered by many as a leading figure in paving the way for punk culture.

William S. Burroughs - Let Me Hang You, Khannibalism KK003, 2016.

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Side A -
The Exterminator
Manhattan Serenade
Baboon
You Gotta Hear This
Disciplinary Procedures
The Afterbirth King
Lief the Lucky

Side B -
Let Me Hang You
Islam Incorporated
The Queen Bee
Clem Snide the Private Asshole
Gentle Reader
Quick

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NØ

We Are the Night Family

Been a while since we drew some tea with WSB. Remedy provided.

So, I make the shooting gallery 4:00 p.m. and spot Skipper B., an old “Deadliner”...I know him from light-years back, a shabby inferential presence at the Dream Machine in the penny arcade and he hiccups:

“Quiet the roses...”

We make it down to the waterfront, where the old Yacht Club used to be, and this Time vigilante jumps out on us:

“Are you a Member?”

Without changing his expression, the Skipper took a small handgun from his side pocket and shot him:

“Wretched idiot inhabitants...running, do you see, after me...”

Dusty sunlight...dingy cabin...it was a typical “Klinker”, as such tramp spacecraft are called...the Skipper brings out a lead bottle of “Heavy Blue” and pours two lead cups...we “blue” out. He looks at me and says:

“Tick ahead of the Geigers, eh mate?”

I tell him I am carrying maps and lay out a BG---Brion Gysin---on the table. He checks the BG against his MOA---map of the area---and nods:

“Seems all right...What’s it to be then?”

“First, we pick up friends in Frisco...”

“You chaps don’t want much for a map, do you now?”

“Well, look at your own situation...stranded here...no crew...no maps...”

“Shall we have the other half?” he pours another round of “Heavy Blue” and we make a deal.

excerpt from “Films” - The Third Mind by William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin, Seaver Books, New York, 1978.


Here’s a 3xCD anthology of cut-up tape pieces by William S. Burroughs. A remarkable collections of recordings made at various locations in Tangiers & New York between 1964-65. Here is rare & unpublished material, over three hours worth. This collection provides a valuable insight into Burrough's methodology. It is an important document of his expansion from cut-ups on paper to vocal permutations & sonic experimentations. Booklet contains informative essay by Barry Miles & a number of period black/white photographs.

William S. Burroughs - Real English Tea Made Here 3xCD, 

Audio Research Editions ARECD301, 2007.

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Disc One -
It’s an Experiment
Cut-ins with Dutch Schultz
23 Skidoo
Are You Tracking Me

Disc Two -
Old Farmers’ Almanac
Puertos de los Santos

Disc Three -
The Piper Pulled Down the Sky
Wonderful Copenhagen
Towers Open Fire
We are the Night Family 

Enjoy a cuppa,
NØ

 

Week One

So far, Donald Trump has...

*     Approved the Keystone Pipeline & Dakota Access pipelines.

  

*     Rolled back overtime protections for American workers.

  

*     Made it more expensive for middle-class families to buy homes.

  

*     Signed the "global gag rule" on abortion, which prevents international aid organizations from providing safe healthcare to women worldwide.

  

*     Signed an executive order for a border wall & told ABC News construction will begin "within months."

Also, New York Times reports that tomorrow he will "effectively bar the entry of people from Muslim countries."

William Burroughs In Dub - The President (The Western Lands) Selected by Dub Spencer & Trance Hill

Let's Wreck the Party, 

NØ

TALK TALK Vol. 3 No. 6 September/October 1981

William S. Burroughs – Abandoned Artifacts, Fresh Sounds Inc flexi-disc, 1981.

Side AA -

Abandoned Atrifacts

Side OtNL -

On the Nova Lark

Break through in the Grey Room,

NØ

Burroughs Called the Law

 

Jonder also made a compilation called 21^st Century Dub. I listened to that one first because it started out with the song "Well Well Well Dub" by Grace Jones from her 2008 album Hurricane. I really like that tune so I began there.

Let me tell you, there was a surprise to my ears that I’ve got to tell you about & post up a track from here. There was a track called "Prisoner of the Earth". It was a great slab of dub & featured that NSS fave curmudgeon literary genius William S. Burroughs. It was a 2014 release called William S. Burroughs In Dub (conducted by Dub Spencer & Trance Hill) on Echo Beach. 

So…Dub…Burroughs…I had to have it. I got the CD, slapped it in my player, threw on some headphones & punched play. The first song, presented here, is titled "Burroughs Called the Law". A few second in, I was laughing so hard I fell off my chair. Tears were streaming down my face. The Black Dahlia thought I’d finally gone completely 'round the bend. Let me say, it is the most hilariously great song I have heard in quite some time. So I’m asking everyone to…PLEASE!!!...check this sucka out.

Dub Spencer & Trance Hill band are: Markus Meier – guitar; Marcel Stalder – bass; Philipp Greter – keyboard; & Julian Dillier - drums.

 

Philipp Greter was asked who his favorite Dub artists are, & his list was almost a perfect match to mine…all the usual suspects…King Tubby, Lee 'Scratch' Perry, Scientist, et al. He also said one of his favorites today is Umberto Echo (hear the Dub Spencer / Trance Hill song on the following release.)

 

Umberto Echo aka Philipp Winter is a Munich based record producer, sound engineer & dub activist. He has released four dub albums on Enja Records & Echo Beach under the Umberto Echo moniker. Umberto contributed to over 100 albums, engineering &/or producing in a wide range of genres since he started in 1999. His credits include Quadro Nuevo, Jamaram, Dub Inc., Jojo Mayer, Josh Roseman as well as remixes for artists such as Abdullah Ibrahim, Seeed, Gentleman, Steelpulse, & Sly & Robbie. Check this out for a taste of today’s dub sounds.

Umberto Echo – Dub the World, Echo Beach EB074, 2010.
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Tracklist –

Dem Gone Dub – Gentleman

Love Letter Dub – Katchafire

Day by Day Dub – Rastasize (featuring Sly & Robbie)

No More Weapons Dub – Steel Pulse (featuring Damian Marley)

Metissage Dub – Dub Inc.

Rise Up Dub – Oneness (featuring Buju Banton & Naptali

Un Deseo Dub – Cultura Profética

Breaking Codes Dub – Up Bustle Out (featuring Kalaf)

I Doo Voodoo Dub – Dubblestandart (featuring Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry

City Light Dub – Stereo MCs

Aufstehn Dub – Seeed (featuring Cee-Lo Green)

Ye Gou Shan Dub – Jiang Liang

Island Dub – Smoke

Waiting for the Light Dub – The Red Eyes

Galli Dani Dub – Dub Spencer & Trance Hill

Enjoy,

NØ

the "Priest" they called him

Got a lot of positive feedback from some good friends on the last William S. Burroughs post. I was also asked if I could post some more. I decided I’d post this one first & see what kind of reception it gets. If it does well or if anyone is interested, I also have Real English Tea Made Here, a very rare & very unique three-disc collection of tape experiments Burroughs recorded 1964-1965. But enough & onward…

The "Priest" they called him is a collaboration between Burroughs & Kurt Cobain. Burroughs reads “The "Priest"…”, a short piece first published in Exterminator! while Cobain provides guitar backing based on “Silent Night” & “To Anacreon in Heaven”.

The original release was a hand-numbered limited edition 10-inch picture disc with the song on the A side while the flip-side featured etched autographs of Burroughs & Cobain: William S. Burroughs & Kurtis Donald Cȯhbaine. It was subsequently re-released on CD & 10-inch vinyl. The 10-inch vinyl reissue has the cover art in black & white in the center on the A side with their autographs on the reverse.

The cover image is by Mark Trunz, who also took the picture of Cobain on the cover back. The picture of Burroughs was taken by Gus Van Sant for his book 108 Photographs. Cobain's friend & Nirvana bandmate Krist Novoselic is featured on the cover as the Priest.

 

William S. Burroughs / Kurt Cobain – the “Priest” they called him single-sided 10”,
Tim/Kerr Records TK9210044, 1993.
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Enjoy,

NØ

The Elvis of Letters

 

I was re-uploading requests this week-end. One of the things I re-posted was Ken Colyer’s Back to the Delta, some Delta blues & skiffle from 1954. It was on a post called “Luckily, we had some Rotenone” which featured the cover & a short excerpt from Tornado Alley by William S. Burroughs. GR had requested that I post some of the Insect himself. I have quite a bit of Burrough’s spoken word recordings but just never got around to posting any. This re-up prompted me to remedy that situation.

Here is a rare audio collaboration between Drugstore Cowboy compatriots Gus Van Sant & Burroughs. Van Sant takes care of the tunes (composition, bass, & drum machine) while Burroughs contributes his inimitable croak & unequaled words, reading four short pieces with (his voice often being electronically manipulated). I’ve always really enjoyed this release. I hope you all do, too.

The Elvis of Letters features: William S. Burroughs – narrator; Doug Cooeyate – guitar; Gus Van Sant – music.

William S. Burroughs & Gus Van Sant – The Elvis of Letters 45rpm, 

Tim/Kerr Records T/K 9112º01, 1985.
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Side A:
Burroughs Break
Word is Virus

Side B:
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I AM DYING, MEESTER?

UPDATE: This post has been re-uploaded 04/30/2015. Enjoy, NØ!

The cover photo is a curandero from the Vaupes region of Colombia.

Yage - The Yage Letters 

I know more now than I did here at the time. Yage is the fictional pseudonym of Brian Dougans & Garry Cobain from FSOL. Often credited as the "engineer" on FSOL releases. "The Yage Letters" is the fourth track from the 2008s The Woodlands of Old. 

 

I decided to add the track "Yage" from The Future Sound of London's 1996 release Dead Cities as well.

 

EPILOGUE (1963)

Panama clung to our bodies---Probably cut---Anything made this dream---It has consumed the customers of fossil orgasm---Ran into my old friend Jones---So badly off, forgotten, coughing in 1920 movie---Vaudeville voices hustle sick dawn breath on bed service---Idiot Mambo spattered backwards---I nearly suffocated trying on the boy's breath---That's Panama---Nitrous flesh swept out by your voice & end of receiving set---Brain eating birds patrol the low frequency brain waves---Post card waiting forgotten civilians '& they are all on jelly fish, Meester---Panama photo shop---Dead post card of junk'

Sad hand down backward time track---
Genital pawn ticket peeled his stale
underwear---
Brief boy on screen laughing my skivies all the way down---
Whispers of dark street in Puerto Assis---Meester smiles through the village wastrel---Orgasm siphoned back telegram: 'Johnny pants down'.---(That stale summer dawn smell in the garage---Vines twisting through steel---Bare feet in dog's excrement.)

Panama clung to our bodies from Las Palmas to David on camphor sweet smells of cooking paregoric---Burned down the republic---The druggist no glot clom Fliday---Panama mirrors of 1910 under seal in any drug store---He threw in the towel, morning light on cold coffee---

Junk kept nagging me: 'Lushed in East St Louis, I knew you'd come scraping bone---Once a junky always spongy & rotten---I knew your life---Junk sick four days there.'

Stale breakfast table---Little cat smile---Pain & death smell of his sickness in the room with me---Three souvenir shots of Panama city---Old friend came & stayed all day---Face eaten by 'I need more'---I have noticed this in the New World---'You come with me, Meester?'

& Joselito moved in at Las Playas during the essentials---Stuck in this place---Iridescent lagoons, swamp delta, gas flares---Bubbles of coal gas still be saying 'A ver, Luckees!' a hundred years from now---A rotting teak wood balcony propped up by Ecuador.

'The brujo began crooning a special case---It was like going under ether into the eyes of a shrunken head---Numb, covered with layers of cotton---Don't know if you got my last hints trying to break out of this numb dizziness with Chinese characters---All I want is out of here---Hurry up please---Took possession of me---How many plots have made a botanical expedition like this before they could take place?---Scenic railways---I am dying cross wine dizziness---I was saying over & over "Shifted commissions where the awning flaps" Flashes in front of your eyes your voice & end of the line'

That whinning Panama clung to our bodies---I went into Chico's Bar on mouldy pawn ticket, waiting in 1920 movie for a rum coke---Nitrous flesh under this honky tonk swept out by your voice: 'Driving Nails In My Coffin'---Brain eating birds patrol 'Your Cheating Heart'---Dead post card waiting a place forgotten---Light concussion of 1920 movie---Casual adolescent had undergone special G.I. processing---Evening on the boy's naked flesh---Kept trying to touch in sleep---'Old photographer trick wait for Johnny---Here goes Mexican cemetery.' On the sea wall met a boy with red & white striped T shirt---P.G. town in the purple twilight---The boy pealed off his stale underwear scraping erection---Warm rain on the iron roof---Under the ceiling fan stood naked on bed service---Bodies touched electric film, contact sparks tingled---Fan whiffs of young hard on washing adolescent T shirt---The blood smells drowned voices & end of line---That's Panama---Sad movie drifting in islands of rubbish, black lagoons & fish people waiting a place forgotten---Fossil honky tonk swept out by a ceiling fan---Old photographer trick tuned them out.

'I am dying, Meester?'

Flashes in front of my eyes naked & sullen---Rotten dawn wind in sleep---Death rot on Panama photo where the awning flaps.

from The Yage Letters, William S. Burroughs

the FUs

The old householder is awakened by someone beating on his door. "Oh God," he moans, "another drunken Indian." He slips on his army jacket & drops a snub-nosed Charter Arms revolver---the one that killed Lennon---in the side pocket. He leans against the wall for a moment, feeling a sharp pain in his left arm & shoulder. "Go away. I'll call the police." "Won't get here in time to do any good. You ruined my daughter." "We'll be there right away, sir." The door is about to give way. The householder stands about eight feet away from the door, gun leveled. Sirens approaching. The door gives way. The Indian rushes in with a baseball bat, his eyes wild, like an enraged horse. The squad car screeches to a stop outside. The householder shoots the Indian in the leg. The Indian falls, groaning, & rolls on his side. Door bursts open & wild-eyed cops rush in, guns drawn. Seeing a man in an army-type jacket, Officer Mike assumes it is the intruder. He doesn't waste time. Pumps three shots in. Householder clutches his chest & falls. Mike turns away, grimly holstering his gun. "We got him." "Are you badly hurt, sir?" He puts a solicitous hand on the Indian's back. It's good P.R. Slowly the Indian turns toward them, his face blank with pain & shock. They start back in horror. "Oh God," they moan in unison. Marv, the older partner, gives the agreed-upon sign. Ambulance siren in the distance. "Let me handle this; just back me up." They help the Indian into a chair. "You're a hero!" "He was a communist." "Good thing you shot him, & we are deputizing you." The cop shoves the gun into his hand. Sirens getting closer. The Indian looks down at the gun with stupid incredulity. Cops helping me into a chair? Handing me a gun? Ambulance turns the corner, two houses away. Slugs rip into the Indian's chest. No time for finesse. They kick over tables, pull over a bookcase. One tosses a chair through a window as the ambulance screeches to a stop. ______________________________________ "It was hairy, Boss, real hairy. The Injun went bonkers, grabbed Mike's gun & shot the householder. As God's my witness, he had the strength of twenty men. I warned him that we were police officers, but he leveled the gun at us & I was forced to shoot." "The Chief will see you guys now." "Is this your report?" "Yes Chief, that's it." "Stinks like buzzard puke." "What's wrong with it, Chief?" "Well for starters, nobody could have done what you say happened. Bullet angles are all wrong." "Aw, Chief..." "Besides, the householder didn't die." "Didn't---" He caught himself in time. "Well, that's marvelous," he said with a horrible smile. "Guy shot in the chest like that could get things all twisted around." "He was wearing a bullet-proof vest. He had a heart attack, but he's all right now & screaming for your blood: 'Not only do I have to protect myself from drunken Indians but also from insane fuck-up cops---fucking FUs!' " "Chief, I swear to fucking Christ I saw a drunken Indian standing there with a gun in his hand, clear as I'm seeing you now." "& what else did you see? The gates of heaven? Jesus fucking Christ awarding you the Golden Prick for bravery? Well, you two clowns have had it this time. You're nothing but FUs, the both of you." "Well Chief," says Marv, smiling & wriggling to ingratiate himself, "sure we're FUs; That's why we got on the force in the first place. A gun & a badge can cover a lot of FUs." "All right, boys. I'm going to give you a chance to square yourselves." "We'll do anything, Chief, anything." "It's hairy, boys. One big drug bust. On this one, it's shoot first & remember, dead men tell no lies. Ketch?" "Running with it, Chief." "You can pick up what you need at the arsenal. I suggest Ithaca pumps with number four shot." The FUs exit. The Chief smiles. He is taking out a columnist who's been riding his ass, & a roomful of liberal bleeding-hearts, vocals by Joan Baez. Will the FUs get a third chance? Will the FUs strike again? from Tornado Alley, William S. Burroughs

For John Dillenger - In Hope He is Still Alive

by S. Clay Wilson, 1988.

Don't usually respond well to 'anonymous'. Even if you don't have a blogger or Google account, you could put your name at the end of your comments. I mean, just make up a handle, fer X's sake. That being said, since the "late great word magickian" is among my top-honored Insects, here's a taste.

I'm really just posting this for its informational value. Check out UBUWEB, a great resource for things highly literary on the 'Net. They have a plethora (is 43 a plethora??? - I'm sure 23 is[83 as of this re-up]) of Viral language from Old Bill here.

K-9 Was in Combat with the Alien Mind-Screens (13:29) from Break Through in Grey Room
( Early cut-up of tapes made by Ian Sommerville and WSB around 1965, probably in New York & London. )

Enjoy,
NØ