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 Pink Cadillac
7.12.2005

The Perfect American DIY 7" Our Favorite Band! s/t 7" (Praxis, 1981)

Here is another one I bought blind. I'm in a thrift store for battered women, digging through the records and checking out the chicks (no no no no no give me a god damn break. It was just too horrible of a joke to pass up).
I find this little thing in a tattered cover. Look at the cover and see two guys sitting in a car. Look at the back, two guys are still sitting in a car, and they have kinda long hair, and there is a little state of Louisiana circled below. Label says 1982. Record is beat to shit. Awww what the hell. At the very worst it will be a bad spend of a buck. I walk to the counter, lay my dollar down and tell the girl, "There's more where that came from..." and slither out the door. I go home and slap this puppy on the turntable. Oh my god! Distorted guitar and stand up bass, no drums and it is a raw, smoking rockabilly tune worthy of Cramps/Hasil worship. Second song is a slow one and damn it if this couldn't be the Gibson Brothers. Look at the label again. 1982. Shit, this predates the Gibs by five or so years. Flip it over and weirdness crawls out of the groove. Some kinda reverb flooded, bell soaked creepiness about the Atlanta Child Murders oozes out of the speakers! Now I am really excited. Really really excited. And the ep ends with some kinda Modern Lovers meets the Only Ones meets Alex "Flies on Sherbert" Chilton power popper. Baton Rouge's Our Favorite Band! made the perfect American DIY 7"! There is not a god damn thing wrong with it and the only reason it is an unknown is because of the heavy Killed By Death bias among punk collectors, which is doubly dumb because one of these guys was in Toxin III!
# Scott Soriano


 

under those miniskirts at matinee, nights -- night after night -- until Elvis side-stepped out through the crashing, clashing collision WHICH meant he was there -- and HE made the goosebumps

 

Artist: Our Favorite Band Title: Pink Cadillac Format: 7" Sleeve Condition: GOOD Vinyl Condition: VG+ Color of Vinyl: BLACK Label: Praxis Records Year: 1981 praxis-001
TRACK LIST:
SIDE A.
1. Pink Cadillac 2. When am I Gonna Win?
+ SIDE B
1. Praeceps Lascivus (Atlanta) 2. What's Inside of Me?
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George Jones: Deedoodle Duck YouTube video

A possum turning into a duck is the ultimate Kafkaesque situation to beat.

Kafka never heard George Jones sing 'He Stopped Loving Her Today' (a song two years in the making it required of the troubled singer to record), but somehow he wrote 'The Metamorphosis' anyway. 

 

What would shock Kafka is the real-life nightmare that he had imagined and deftly written, whose story excerpted here finds another man not born in Kafka's day who like his protagonist Gregor, wakes to find, not that he has metamorphosed into 'vermin,' but that his metamorphosis has done triple-duty and has  transformed him from a Man to a Possum to a Duck to an Old Man, and on top of this, he has one epic cocaine habit to support,  not through toiling away  as a scrivener, but through an endless night of  lonesome highways which deposit his disoriented brain with an IQ of 80 at one squalid honky-tonks after another with his band, where every night he sings the same songs, all sentimental, but some nights with preternatural perspicuity, as luckily, his bass player 'feeds him the lyrics'  directly into his ear during the performances --  his adoring audience, attention on him, seems immune to what some would be a sign of early onset alzheimers or a severe frontal cortex insult from a serious head injury, but if he has been hit by anything, it is just the 'Love Bug,' or a couple of grams of Nashville's finest cocaine to aid him through the arduous journeys similar to another tribe whose stamina is aided by the plant and its magical alkaloids, the Peruvian Indians who never 'stop' ingesting it in its pristine form of mascerating the leaves from the coca tree, packing a wad between cheek and gums like a baseball player and his chaw and then letting it sooth and ameliorate everything that Machu Pichu has to offer at heights far above what any other humans would find tolerable to stand still, and would be carted away should their livelihood involve hard toiling in the thin air on the cloud dwarfing mountain they call their farmland.  

 

 

He vocalizes with a lush mezzosoprano, whose buttery lows are the base for unorthodox twangy highs which occasionally erupt and escape in high-pitched yelps contraposed with the bottom cleft of their flight, rocketing from orotund  bottoms and disintegrating in pleasing bibulous eructations similar to certain birdcages, or to some, more akin, emanating from asylums, spasmodic hiccoughs and ululating bleats and bahs  enjoined by unrelenting choral padding and unscored chaotic blats sounding like glottal tics,

petite mals and now turgid expressions of excrescence one might find entertaining had they been privately written and then published as are his excremental purple florid movements defying peristalsis as well as 98% of the Dublin population of the Ireland at the time, with the definite exception to this very acquired taste in the personage of, and God, I know it's true, the great PC Computer Cleaning magnate, turned lambing toilet bowl receptacle whose girlfriends Belize had a surfeit, and only very few of those of whom might have the luxury to reject the offer, or rather, the spoken landfill which was his broaching the act of his coprophagic desire, including the logistics and easy access to hammocks everywhere, only requiring the girls to bulk up with fiber and give old John McAfee the word when it was time to assume the position and sup from under the swinging bed made for siestas.

 

 

coprolalic interjections of the most obscene and irrational juxtaposition, neither contextually intelligible, more vile and lascivious taboo,  titillation, provocative unseemliness, and purposeful indoctrination whose reaction the poor dullards, not too few beatings from shocked, censorious street mobs, if they, poor epileptics, were ever let out of the house -- had they one, at all.

 

Neither ruled by reason, anger, nor provoked by a motive whose only possible understanding would begin to explain the necessity of the outbursts in surprise, subject matter, and volubility, especially should one find oneself within the normal distance one allows for polite cohabitation and social gathering; but except for those two cases, and in the fact that those cases had nothing at all to do with what was heard, and only one other which could be responsible in polite supposition as to the calls, that of the duty to communicate danger or warning.

No, these idiot's nut-sized brains, whose  escapement as if from a  kettle  uncontrollably and without warning,  as a sneeze  to a man with hayfever -- whose  relief  exists for a few seconds before he is captured in one or more of a volley of reprises and encores.

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You will not recognize injustice,

acknowledge inequality, infer change, whingeing past wise people

Metamorphosis Franz Kafka

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 Who is the tallest angel in heaven?

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Summary:
  1. George Jones (now Dee-Doodle Duck, now DD Old Man) had never once yet been ill.

  2. Dee-Doodle Duckweed?" That gentle voice! George Jones was shocked when DD heard his own voice answerin', it could hardly be recognized as DD voice DD had had before. (109)

  3. His father went back to his breakfast, but his sister whispered: "George Jones open DD door, I beg of you." George Jones , however, had no thought of openin' DD door, and instead congratulated himself for his cautious habit, acquired from his travellin', of lockin' all doors at night even when DD was at ho. (105)

  4. George Jones had wanted to give a full answer and explain everythin', but in DD circumstances contented himself with sayin': "Yes, mother, yes, thank-you, I'm gettin' up now." DD change in George Jones 's voice probably could not be noticed outside through DD wooden door, as his mother was satisfied with this explanation and shuffled away. (103)

  5. And even if DD did catch DD train DD would not avoid his boss's anger as DD office assistant would have been there to see DD five o'clock train go, DD would have put in his report about George Jones 's not bein' there long Dee-Doodle-ago. (100)

  6. Dee-Doodle Duckthin' that can't be done in bed", George Jones said to himself, "so don't keep tryin' to do it". (100)

  7. Dee-Doodle Duckmbers of DD family aware that George Jones , against their expectations was still at ho. (98)

  8. From DD room on his right, George Jones 's sister whispered to him to let him know: "George Jones , DD chief clerk is here." "Yes, I know", said George Jones to himself; but without darin' to raise his voice loud enough for his sister to hear him. (97)

  9. "George Jones , George Jones ", DD called, "what's wrong?" And after a short while DD called again with a warnin' deepness in his voice: "George Jones ! George Jones !" At DD other side door his sister ca. (88)

  10. And what's more, would DD have been entirely wrong in this case? George Jones did in fact, apart from excessive sleepiness after sleepin' for so long, feel completely well and even felt much hungrier than usual. (87)

  11. George Jones only needed to hear DD visitor's first words of greetin' and DD knew who it was - DD chief clerk himself. (85)

  12. Dee-Doodle-plaintively: "George Jones ? Aren't you well? Do you need anythin'?" George Jones answered to both sides: "I'm ready, now", makin' an effort to remove all DD strangeness from his voice by enunciatin' very carefully and puttin' long pauses between each, individual word. (84)

  13. His fall was softened a little by DD carpet, and George Jones 's back was also more elastic than DD had thought, which made DD sound muffled and not too noticeable. (81)