Nebulae Goth / Industrial Night at The Space with Travis W and M has just started. Come on down!
Month: November 2017
We’re just getting started. Come on down and dance!
Time to locate your blackest blacks, and get ready to dance your way into December. It’s our second Nebulae gathering, where we listen to vintage Goth / Industrial and get super spooky for a few scant hours. Travis W & M will be spinning tunes, and the bar will be stocked with plenty of libations. Join us! The weekend starts tonight.
I came into this jacket when I was in High School. (Perhaps Justin, Devin or Chantal may recall how?) As was the style at the time, I brought it to the last day of High School (1993), and had everyone draw on it / write all over it.
At some point a hole opened up in the back, and for a long period, a massive duct tape patch covered it. (Again: the style of the time.) I wore it around for ages, retired it, revived it when I moved to PDX in 2000, and retired it again. Occasionally I broke it out for a one-night-only engagements, but it saw it’s last use around 2005, and has been in a closet / box ever since.
I forgot I had it, and rediscovered it in a recent archeological dig through the remains of my items in “storage.” My immediate thought was, time to snap a photo and trash this.
So, why is it so hard to carry out the “trashing” part of that sentiment?
Mouth at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Joe & Jeff at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Jam Band at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Caleb at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Matt at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Jeff at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Blaine at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Mitch at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Paul at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Shelby at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Joe at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
About to get down with the Open Mic Night at The Space Concert Club. Do your thing, with a built in audience.
Saw the original Terminator film again the other day, a movie that really stuck with me after my friend Justin showed it to me at his house one night when we were kids. In the world before T2 and the franchise becoming what it was, there was the mundane reality of late ‘80’s video store cinema, of which my family and friends were all well versed.
What sticks with me is the music, which holds up much better than the plot holes and FX glitches that occasionally crop up. That music really is the glue that keeps the film together, and makes a B Movie a really incredible piece of work. I’m a sucker for time travel, but like with Alien, that first film really is something that is not replicable in later iterations.
More dumb posters from my youth. There’s a whole other box of show fliers that I still haven’t uncovered. (Note: I didn’t include all the lame ones.)
For those who have never: what would your radio show be like, if you had one?
Did you once have a radio program? Even for a short while? Maybe in college, or perhaps you volunteered at a community or public station? I’m curious about my secret radio family. What was your show like?
You love your country and you think it’s the best.
If I was Judge you’d all be sentenced to death.
Go get your synthesizer, start a new band.
You’ve got no culture and your head’s in the sand.
Go ask the freest man who lives on this Earth.
He’ll tell you what your garbage Country is worth.
I wish that Dark Tower movie was, like, you know, a different movie?
It’s small, and fake, but it’s also perfect. Especially with vintage ‘70’s KMART Muzak.
Decorations from a misspent youth. The kite is from childhood. The posters range from my late teens until my late 20s.
Next weekend is the last time we’ll have unspoiled free days that are not connected to the holidays. Imbibe. Experience. Release. We’ll be providing the tunes. Put on your blackest blacks, and come Dance With Us.
Getting ready to go live with my interview w/ Mark Hosler, part of Negativland November. Show starts at 10 PM, Sharp. Only on KMUZ, and Mid-Valley Mutations.
Don’t shoegaze me, bro.
I could Brautigan all day long.
Keep Fighting The Fight.
This one still cracks me up.
https://neuteredprunes.bandcamp.com/track/barbara-the-arsonist
Woah.
Enjoy this Holiday Retrocast from last year, where we bring you a Very Brautigan Thanksgiving. Some readings, some music, and some holiday meditations. Or, really, just something to listen to instead of Uncle Albert’s conspiracy theories. Happy Holidays from all of us at Mid-Valley Mutations. Available for stream or download.
Happy T-Givey, one and all.
More live music at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Joe and friends at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Joe at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Cassie at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
The Jeff at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Douglas at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Chris at The Space’s Open Mic Troubadour and Poetry Night.
Tonight at The Space Concert Club: Open Mic! Give your family a break and show us your art, along with all the other local troubadours. I’m running sound. See you then!
Suddenly my not-really-being-a-fan-of-men doesn’t seem so strange.
I gotta own this one: I think I done fucked up today.
Fuck.
Suddenly my not-really-being-a-Charlie-Rose-fan doesn’t seem so strange.
That time Colonel Potter was a 2017 hipster in 1946.
Fake meatsa pizza.
Suddenly my not-really-being-a-Morrissey-fan doesn’t seem so strange.
Now, all that’s left if the music.
King Black Acid at The Space Concert Club.