Showing posts with label Religious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Religious. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

REMOTE OUTPOSTS WEIRDO MIX VOL 1 - Tape - 2013


   So, I've been trying to figure out where to fit in these different recordings ever since I started this thing a few years ago. I decided to just throw out a few things at once and I may continue this trend in the future with the weird shit sitting around on my shelves. So, here's the first installment of the Remote Outposts Weirdo Mix which, honestly, isn't that weird.
   You may remember from a few posts back when I mentioned listening to the North Georgia AM Christian radio broadcasts when I lived on the Georgia state line. I was a little obsessed with it because the quality and presentation was so alien to me that I liked to believe that it came from outer space. I grew up in Alabama going to Baptist churches, so these radio broadcasts aren't too far off the map for me, but my life is so far removed from this reality now that it just sounds other-worldly. In the first 11 minutes of this download, there is some singing, preaching and talk of anointing doors. There is a man who says "Praise God" every 4th word or so. I don't mean to make fun of people because everyone  has to do what they have to do to get through the day...but also I don't believe in God and I'm not trying to steer you in that direction.
  Secondly, I lived on a houseboat on the Tennessee River for close to a year back in the early 00's. It was a really simple time in my life where I mostly just ate a lot of potatoes, wrote a bunch of letters and listened to the radio while waiting for people to visit. Occasionally, I would canoe to land and ride my bike to a friend's house, but most of the time, I read a bunch of books on the boat. Something that was a constant on the boat was the weather radio. There was something soothing about the robotic voice being broadcast (presumably) from a tin shack somewhere in Moorestown, TN. I liked the way he sounded so forlorn when he pronounced that the weather was "partly cloudy." I spent a lot of time huddled up in my sleeping bag listening to this guy and waiting for the temperatures to rise (listen to the temperatures and remember that I was on an unheated, uninsulated houseboat in the middle of a river). I remember the uproar (from myself and at least 3 other friends) when they changed the robot's voice to make it more "human". Is the second track just a robotic weather report? Yeah, you bet it is!


   The last 2 tracks in the download are from this tape (above) I found on the ground in an alley in Bloomington, IN in 2007. I carried it around with me all day while I ran errands and just wondered what the hell "EASTERS" could mean. I still don't know what it means and the music on the tape was not what I expected. Nevertheless, this tape became a staple of many backyard hangouts at my house and started to get requested by folks who came over to drink beers in the yard. Download it for yourself to find out if it'll be your new backyard jam.

Friday, October 28, 2011

WAVY GRAVY - "For Adult Enthusiasts" - Compilation LP - 1960's

   This album (along with John Waters, THE CRAMPS and late night cable access exploitation movies) is responsible for warping my young brain and making me want to be a freak for life. I think I first heard this thing when I was about 12 years old and I felt like I was receiving a transmission from an alien world. These 14 songs are divided between exploitation movie trailers, creepy-as-fuck spoken word bits and weird religious rants. The songs range from weirdo-psychotic country-western to dumb 60's garage songs about gorillas. The highlights for me are PORTER WAGGONER's demented "Rubber Room", WENDELL AUSTIN's ode to psychedelics in "LSD" and the fucking ridiculous stupidity of THE LONE TWISTER. This compilation makes more sense when you listen to it as a whole.
    Also, it's pretty fucked up.

   ...and it has nothing to do with that weird hippie clown named Wavy Gravy.
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