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| Style to spare on th' Isle O' Foam©! |
His latest is a doozy even by his standards. Look at these guys! They discovered th' Isle O' Foam© before it became a brand! This is Jerry & Mike, soon to become a household word in your household, householder!
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| Get your reading glasses, Gramps! |
That Discogs text in full:
Spoken word and blues album by Jerry Olds (electric bass), Arthur Steinman (electric guitar) and Michael S. Levinson (poetry). Label notes: This record is produced in a limited edition of 500 copies of which the first 50 copies are signed and numbered.
I love that "first 50 copies" signing! Lazy-assed bums!
This post made possible through the generosity of Lupine Assassin, gentleman and scholar.
I honestly thought that was Robert Crumb on the front cover.
ReplyDeleteHey, he's past his prime and ossified. Let's toss his wee prawn on the Barbie.
At first glance, I thought it was Crumb too.
DeleteAnd oh, the blurb on that cover. Two words that should never be combined, and hopefully never will be again. Buffalo... Cream.
ReplyDeleteIt's at the heart of Mozzarella cheese, dude, a fine place to be.
DeleteCanadian tit monster?!? And, I guess there are still a good bit of those 50 signed lps that have not been sold.
ReplyDelete.. any advance on C.T.M.™?
DeleteAdvance?!?
ReplyDeleteThis is an auction. You've made your bid. Do wake up at the back there.
DeleteI'm going for the obvious: A duck. We'll even paint a #1 on its belly before it's chippin' time...
ReplyDelete"A" duck? That sounds pretty generic to me. What kind of sacrifice would one random duck be to you?
DeleteHey, it's not one randon duck, that's random duck "#1", to you, kind sir. Big difference! Would it be more personal, if I called it Wally?
DeleteThen again, I don't need to make personal sacrifices, as I don't think that album, obscure, rare and precious as it may be, is up my alley. I'm just playing for the fun of it. So my semi-sacrifice: one duck, named "#1", or "Wally" to its friends and close associates.
ReplyDeleteI'm not suggesting for a minute that this is any good. It clearly isn't. You'd have to be in a coma to sit through it. But if you saw it in a thrift store for, ooh, ten cents or so, you might be tempted to pick it up. You'd be stricken by buyer's remorse later, and try to return it, but they'd laugh in your face and kick your sorry ass to the curb. The whole thing would be traumatizing. You'd lose face among your peer group. Dogs would snarl at you in the street, and babies burst into tears in your presence. I'm saving you from all this.
DeleteSo your bid of Random Duck Wally is up against pmac's C.T.M. - just pray you don't win.
I respectfully disagree. This is not for everyone but it does get plenty of traction in the artistic department. Certainly, this should never be mixed with the old dame in the bikini and sunglasses but, I played the whole thing without a hitch. However, I've never been to a coffee shop poetry reading. It is a lesson in swagger and in that regard brings much more than a hat and a belt buckle! Thrift shops rule! At least in Los Angeles they do! Don't be scared. It's nice to hear confident accomplishment that is duty free and COMPLETELY detached from corporate extrusion! I'm giving it both thumbs up! I'm not sure if they ever cared who liked it! Thanks, again.
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I've considered your opinion and decide to adopt it as my own, because it's better. Nicely posited, Kwai.
DeleteConversely, your own comments make me think realistically. It always a two way street and the more input on any subject...the better. I love being funny and allowing for satire on every level, so I would expect this to have a repellent effect on many. That's said...it's not often that I can be captivated for the whole ride. It deserves to find its niche because I think many would be as surprised as I was. Nevertheless, the foam factory island domain is unique unto itself and must continue to flavor and season EVERYTHING to its own ends.
DeleteI wish they had a second release, as this was probably done in one take!
That alone makes them a threat to the status quo!
Beautiful job: Foamy, Vootie, Moist and beyond...
This has the triple critical qualities of CO2...which can exist as a liquid, gas, solid ALL at the same time.
Thanks again, farq!
KC
As for throwing a duck into the wood chipper, are can only be one choice: Howard.
ReplyDelete"The best Marvel franchise movie ever!" - Somebody, somewhere on the internet, right now.
DeleteI'm in the movie! Beginning where they walk into the club. There's a tall guy leaning on the wall with a David J haircut and a leather trench coat and a drink in each hand. That's me. Also one of the guys in the bar scene is wearing blue and black large check pants that was part of one of my suits...you can't see the mohair coming out of the checks. I plugge Rolo clothing back then.
DeleteOne hen, TWO Ducks, and Three squawking geese.....
ReplyDeleteobey-gravity
Man, these boys are DEEEEEEEP!
ReplyDeleteIf that's R. Crumb, then he's using his pencil...probably a '2B'(to be) as a plectrum.
Holy late entrance, Batman! How about that lead guitar making us wait until the second track. The Attendant is completely spooky and makes me think there may be some very old catacombs beneath the USC Medical Center. Thank God, MOST of my treatments are on an out-patient basis. But, what about the album jacket? It reveals nearly as many answers as questions it begs. DUCK is the name of 'the' record company(?)...a publishing collective(?)...the #1 is a catalog number(?), the title(?), or some very hip genetic code referring to an Olds twin brother(?). We have a bass player named Jerry Olds and an Associate Editor named G. Olds and a guitarist who isn't "Olds enough to drink". By all means keep Arthur Steinman under wraps. He might not know how proficient he really is...or, that he is over dressed for the occasion. I love that the rear cover photo is turned as if to blur the true location of the shot(Allendale Theater). And, best of all, the self induced mythology whereby the eternal search for one of the first fifty copies is actually under way. They printed this notation on the labels and the back cover and not a word about copyright or publishing. Are we to believe that they could actually be bothered to indulge such a strenuous undertaking. Come hither and yawn, ye opium lovers everywhere. Che Guevara died for the sins of our pipe dreams and the freeze of Jesus' crucifixion brings it around full circle...full stop. Michael Levinson calls himself Mike and nobody signed any of the copies. Already immortal like a dried out ball point pen at a meet and greet. Jerry & Mike is obviously the catalog number and DUCK #1 is triple-speak for the title and the artist name with the welcome inquiry "D'you seek?"(D-U...D'you)...(Cee-K...seek). And #1 is obviously an inference to introspection! So, there is no real reason to think that there ever was an Arthur Steinman since there's no photo of him...Levinson is probably him, too. He just happens to be confident about his poetry and insecure about his pencil plectrum! This is real beatnik craft and should be approached thusly! The poets will inherit the earth...but, for now, they've commanded the pencils. Sign hear, plea-Z. Ultra cosmic. For experienced seekers only!
Thank you, farq!
Thank you, L.A.!
KC
On the hard-to-find Discogs page: https://www.discogs.com/Jerry-Mike-Duck-1/release/11694150 it's stated this is from 1970. That can't be right, Shirley? Everything about this bold initiative screams early sixties, maybe even '59.
ReplyDeleteKwai Chang's analysis is on the money, I think (what little there was). This is the first issue of a publishing venture called Duck, which probably never got to Number Two. The Allendale Theater, of which Thomas Sgovio wrote: “On many a Sunday afternoon after a hearty spaghetti or ravioli dinner, our family walked to the Marlowe or the Allendale. For a dime we reveled as we watched two full length silent movies, a couple of thrilling serials, two comedies and a Pathe newsreel. The movie house was always crowded during those Sunday matinees. Half the kids read the titles on the screen aloud, making it possible for those parents who could not read English to follow the gist of the movie. In the pit below the screen,the feeble glow of an electric light silhouetted the head and shoulders of the piano player. He kept on pounding the musical accompaniment despite the din which at times surely should have torn the ceiling off the theatre, especially during the exciting parts.”
ReplyDeleteQuack!