Since its new film that's not
filmed, its new picture with no pictures, its new movie that doesn't go
nowhere but just spins round in a circle (of the CD or LP variety; go
to Thrill Jockey Records to order your copy today!), Matricidal sons of bitches, has not-tested with the test audiences so poorly, or so well, and nobody knows,
in association with the Neue Friedberger Oper: Poverty Rue Productions
has decided to solicit extensive re-writes to the script which isn't and
re-shoots of the footage it hasn't.
So send your scraps of
script, doctor, and your cinematographic, however grainy, or rainy, be
it ASC or BSC, goings-out out to the electronic addresses somewheres on
one of these pages. Or when Mr. Friedberger, on behalf of the Neue
Friedberger Oper, is out on his tour of North America not-projecting
screenings of the ain't-movie movie--Matricidal sons of bitches--go
up and give him your "work". Maybe the best way to do so is to attempt
to get his attention while he is trying to play the god damn music. But
as Nicky Santoro says in Casino: Be nice.
Your
timely interventions will be dragged up here to the top of some website
for you to judge--after having been coupled* with parts of MSB or the
musical modifications Friedberger will be making while hobo-ing around
with a frown on his face--probably. Of course.
Perhaps not so
much Interactive as Not Really Reactive, given the record isn't out yet,
and therefore you don't know what you're supposed to write or shoot
about, but maybe that's for the best: let's be realistic. Let's proceed
like the real world (I remember when that show first aired) does, by
means of Ungleichzeitigkeit. Notatthesametimeness. Let's not be in synch, in other words. Don't worry about it.
Poverty
Rue Productions, in association with the Neue Friedberger Oper, will
take care of everything! You take care of the rest.*
*"Coupled":
that reminds me: since the PRP's target audience or non-audience is
comprised of very old, or sensitive, or sub-sentient, people who don't
like swearing, or nudity, or violence, or anything at all like that sort
of what-it-is, the Hays Code is in effect, in effect. How effective
that will be Who Knows.
*"The rest" here means everything else,
which in this case means nearly everything, and for or with no money. Or
any direction or incentive, actually. Talk about fun and realistic!
Here is a non-video or ain't-movie that's for sure made by the neighbor boy (which isn't what they call them here), with music from MSB Part 2, VI.
Whatever you do, don't point your mother's camera right at the sun and send the results to anybody. Or otherwise. Let that not be an example to you all!
Poverty Rue vimeo page
Neue Friedberger Oper youtube channel
The Neue Friedberger Oper's Matthew Friedberger was forced by his record company to write a meaningless list of songs, or somethings, for a random internet website. The list is to appear somewhere on their page, no doubt off in the corner where the ads would go--as part of the site's continuing attempt to disguise the fact they have no advertisers from future would-be advertisers. I am so sure!
In exchange, the album Matricidal sons of bitches is meant to receive some exposure, but really (just between you and me) the only thing that gets exposed is--nobody cares.
Anyway. This kind of stuff happens all the time. And the worst thing is that M. Friedberger is basically scabbing, crossing the Blog Union Writers' picket line and stealing what could be--in a better world, sí, se puede--a decent job from a qualified, hardworking, thoughtful, (non-existent), internet music writer.
If the great John Landis and the great Danny Aykroyd said j'accuse today, if their searing, all-too-true, indictment* of the oppression of the American musician* was made yesterday and not in 1979, well: I bet they'd have to have Elwood jump the Bluesmobile over the Willis or Wallace or whatever the hell they're trying to trick people into calling it Tower because Jake has to rush to a wifi hotspot and send his desert island list of best salsa tracks since 1986 to Said the Dictaphone five hours ago.
Jeez Louise and what can you say. Below is the sad sorry list and a depiction of the typist dematerializing away into lines and dots and blanks. That's how it's gotten.
1. Eddie Harris, "Walk With Me". [NEWS FLASH! COMMENTS AND EXPLANATIONS CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY! WEBSITE HAS EXCLUSIVE RIGHTS, THEY SAY!]
2. Oscar Levant, [CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
3. Oscar Levant,
[CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
4. John Zorn, Flimworks VII: Cynical Hysterie Hour.
[CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
5. Jürgen Knieper
[CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
6. Charles Balfour, "The Iron Horse".
[CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
7. Chuck Berry in the '70's. [CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
8. Eddie Harris
[CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
9. Dick Allen, "Echoes of November".
[CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
10. Art Ensemble of Chicago,
[CENSORED BY RECORD COMPANY!]
*The Blues Brothers. It came out in 1980, but it was filmed in '79. You can tell.*
*The Blues Brothers accurately depicts the continual tormenting and harassing of the American musician by nuns, state police, nazis, fiancés, national guardsmen, blind pawnshop owners, emasculating coffee shop proprietors, impresarios in Turkish Baths, malls, bars, tunnels, bridges, antiquated elevated train lines and last but not least--fellow musicians.
*I don't think you can really tell.
