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In 1977, Elvis died. It was an anticlimatic moment, and an anticlimactic death. Long past his prime, and even past a comeback that failed to cohere into some sort of second-act respectability, his death left many things unresolved, a fact attested to by all the posthumous sightings. What was unresolved isn’t exactly clear: there were secrets yet to come out, true, a drug habit that could’ve been kicked, all right, and an embrace of schmaltz that could be rejected. But all seem like unlikely outcomes. It was just an unexpected place to cut off the arc, like someone realized they’d run out of ideas five years back and couldn’t think of anywhere else to take it. Elvis was written into a corner. But he died just when the changes he’d wrought were, according to popular legend anyway, at their moribund peak. 1977 was the year that dinosaur rock was theoretically killed by punk, the supposed “year zero.” Taste killed him, maybe, thinking if it cut out the living embodiment of lazy, bloated, self-satisfied rock the body would die off, too.
Which is basically the situation we have here with MJ. This is an unsatisfying resolution: there was no successful comeback, no redemption, no elder statesman period, not even a blaze of glory to go out on, just a middle-aged heart attack. But at the same time, we are in some sort of end times of all he represents. The world of celebrity journalism and gossip seems to have hit rock bottom, self-sustaining on a steady diet of nothing, running on the fumes of a system totally contained within their walls and unconnected with any sort of exterior fame. Megafame itself is mostly dead, a few old stars aside. Maybe this is a kind of year zero, too. Maybe something else will come along. Maybe it’s politics. God help us all.
towerofsleep: As of right now, the best eulogy I’ve read.
Agreed. My first instinct was to blog “Don’t Stop til You Get Enough” since Off the Wall far outshines Thriller in my opinion, but somesongsconsidered and I’m sure a good chunk of the blogosphere had already beat me to it. I got home from work and after a whole day of it playing out ad nauseum on Talk 1410….just as I had expected, every 3rd post on the tumblr dashboard was MJ.
Fair enough.The above eulogy points out was what I was thinking- this is like Elvis, especially since MJ had become more of a monster -of his, the media’s and most importantly and this should not be overlooked- his abusive father’s making. “Wacko Jacko”, tabloid fodder though he was- I couldn’t help but feel a little bit sorry for him. Not fully sympathetic for him (errr——creepy sleepovers with kids in his Peter Pan compound…? Errrr, Macauly, would you like to weigh in?) but for what he had become:
Isolated, Howard-Hughes-like with a fucked-up face, a surgical mask not to protect from germs but to hide a deformed nose that needed surgery after surgery, and in massive debt and a lifetime of odd choices, courtroom appearaces, baby-dangling, John Merrick’s remains, Priscilla Presley, getting mooned by Jarvis Cocker (ok ok, that was kinda awesome)etc etc etc etc ——and until today apparently frail and full of meds and going to prep for a 10-date tour that turned into a full-on world conquering comeback, with Lou “The Incredible Hulk” Ferrigino as his personal trainer….no wonder his ticker gave out.
If anything, I’m sure he’s fuckin’ relieved.
It's telling that TMZ was the first to break it on the radio station, and CNN was the last to confirm two hours later and inbetween, a shitstorm of up-to-the-second hype exacerbated by twitter.
I’m too lazy to dig up the mp3, but I would post “Leave Me Alone”, his semi-satiric middle finger to sensationalist media in his honour.

Music Waste: Point form hilites:
Hmmm. I actually went out on a couple nights. for starters.
*HEALTHY STUDENTS---Ex Red Light Sting/WPP/Taxes doing 80's style hahd-koa. Pretty Dope.
*HARD FEELINGS- all drive, power trio, solid solid, tight bros. Al played drums with the above then moved into gitter/vocs duties. 2 sets in a row. Machine.
BCVCO- Killed it at the Anza. See previous post. 5 guys in white, a stage full of analogue synth/soundmaking gear older than you are, more patchcords than hairs on your head......wwwooooowowowowowowwwWOWOWOWowowowowowowWoooooooo
REVELSTOKE - Dead Meadow meets Hella doing Rush covers. Not shabby.
ART WASTE at Little Mountain - other than Julianne Clare's floor tile reno/intervention (interenovention?) and Robert Mearns huge portrait of Cam Reed, the rest was the usual trendy hipster mural/scribble style with obligatory blackmetal irony and surprisingly very little in the way of neon triangles. Whatever. Got tired of seeing it all over the internet last year, extra tired of seeing it now.
Pic: hard feelings at the cobalt by the ENORMOTALENTED Distrait/Noah
relegated to the basements and eBay boxes of history. Solid and worth investigating.
June 10, Wednesday
9-10pm, Soundscape Radio, doing a co-host thingy on phonography, field recording, souldtransit.nl and Seattle’s Phonographer’s Union
Listen online! Follow the headline/link.
Now streaming live in 128Kbps or 32Kbps stereo MP3.
MP3 audio archives: 128Kbps or 32Kbps.
Also, BCVCO at the Anza after. Music Waste FUCK YEAH!

“Encyclopedic, scholarly and wielding deep faith in riddim and vibes—the alchemy of the Brooklyn-based Dutty Artz crew is completely mystical and slightly awe-inspiring. Its main proprietors, the power trio of DJ/producers Jace Clayton aka DJ/Rupture, Matt Schell aka Matt Shadetek, and Roberto Fernandez aka Geko Jones, are dudes preeminently known for soliciting and disseminating the globe’s bangingest dancehall, dubstep, and cumbia beats. They have explored metropolises, townships and favelas to seek out music in its indigenous state and found likeminded friends in Brazil’s Maga Bo, Montreal’s Ghislain Poirier, and Cape Town’s African Dope Records crew, and when they can’t get to the most outward of dance music’s niches themselves, they have a gang of colleagues to carry the load. When a friend recently traveled to Distrito Federal in Mexico City, Jones begged him to bring back whatever wild music he could find. Thus, when you Google “tribal guarachero,” duttyartz.com is the only non-Spanish blog that results. They are archaeologists scouring the globe’s nooks and crannies with the curiosity of scientists, not conquistadors. They are so passionate about the beat, and generous with their knowledge of it, you almost don’t know where to begin the discussion.”
Faithful follower of Rupture’s MUDD UP! on WFMU. Link to listen. You won't be disappointed. It's June, Summer's here. Get sweaty.
Also: April/May mix becomes June mixtape. Coming soon.
