• Am told that H’ween costume for greeting trickortreaters can’t be “appearing naked at the door daubed in lime chutney & waving a knife.” Bah #
• Is Friday. Is gone noon UK time. Is FREAKANGELS time: http://www.freakangels.com/?p=63 #
• @mollycrabapple I went to a Halloween party a few years ago and heard someone say, “look, that man came dressed as Warren Ellis.” #
• it’s getting dark. I must go downstairs to urinate in the bucket containing the sweets for trickortreaters. TRICK, YOU LITTLE GITS! TRICK! #
• traumatised small children by telling them our cauldron full of sweets has a snake in the bottom #
• Small child I scared the crap out of: “That was…a trick! A TRICK! (looks at her friend and giggles with glee) That was our FIRST TRICK!” #

(blame Ariana Osborne)

You could just play all three YouTubed parts of Galas’ astonishing rendition of "Les Litanies Du Satan" from 1982, which I used to play very late at night in the house I lived at in 1987, in order to induce nightmares in my sleeping housemates. Which worked.

"Gloomy Sunday," also known as "the Hungarian Suicide Song." The story goes that the lyricist wrote it for an ex-girlfriend who’d committed suicide, leaving behind a note simply reading "Gloomy Sunday." The composer committed suicide in the year of my birth, 1968. And the song itself has become what Snopes calls "a meta-legend," an unverifiable tangle of old news stories, probabilities and urban myths.

On The You Tube, I find a version by Diamanda Galas that begins with her talking about the song:

("Goth Christmas" © and ™ Irene Kaoru)

Is Friday.  Is past noon in UK.  Is free stuff time for you: FREAKANGELS episode 33.

• @nvining O’Brien is 66 and Hartnell was long retired and dead at 67. #
• And to everyone else: GOOD MORNING, SCUM #
• @fauxred rule of thumb: if I’ve been awake less than two hours, it’s morning, regardless of what the clock says. Great lanky time fascist. #
• @John_Corey a place where I can talk with my friends, and anyone else is welcome to listen in. I didn’t make anyone follow me. #
• Not to say I won’t meet new people through this thing. But Twitter would be worthless to me if I had to follow 9000 people back…! #
• I’m noticing more than a few people interested in actively “collecting” followers and telling the rest of us we’re not using Twiiter right. #

1. DOMOKIN, 2. First attempt!, 3. He put himself in there., 4. Kitteh in a Blanket, 5. BB @TPIR, 6. 1030080858.jpg

• Though, I have to say, I’d watch Idris Elba as the Doctor. (I mean, since I have to sit through it anyway, as my daughter loves it.) #

* People are building Halloween costumes.

* The US Election Thread: One Week Out.

* Life and Youth Extension with the Seattle +H crowd.

* The self-portrait thread appears to have degenerated into people marvelling at Zo bathing in liquidised Smurfs. I don’t really know what to do anymore.

Massive monthly reboot of the board during Saturday.

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They’re looking over unbound advance copies in the office:

At the Diesel Sweeties store:

For me to go back to bed or kill myself. It’s plainly going to be one of THOSE days.

Matt Jones FTW:

Found in the slideshow images for Aaron Cope’s talk on "the papernet" (2007), all of which I was accidentally reminded of by Matt Jones ten minutes ago.

EDIT: per Matt Jones, image is from the mental Schulze and Webb.

Way, way back when, I suggested a model for the conversation about comics to bypass the then fairly fossilised working channels for such. Create a short magazine in simple black-and-white PDF and make it freeware, so that anyone could print it off. And ask people to print off a bunch and dump them in comics stores. (As opposed to the "glossy" high-end PDF-mag model we have today, which in those days was represented by an attractive, dense PDF mag called BORDERLINE.)

Years later, I condensed the idea down to a broadside model, which Alert Nerd adopted and Ectomo experimented with. But it shares the same thing in common — it’s about spitting paper at the other end. It’s also about creating objects where none existed before.

The broadside, one-sheet model can be broken down a little further. Anyone knows you can fold one sheet into a four-face booklet. You can get even more complicated than that, but, you know, I drink precisely so no-one asks me to do things involving fine motor skills.

Aaron Cope sees a "social letterbox." I see a box that spits out Things that require only minimal assembly at best. Broadsheets and pamphlets, a one-sheet culture. Emailable. Printable. Minimal.

Anyway. Just thinking out loud. Ignore me.

Brooklyn seems somewhat haunted by the bedheaded spectre of 1987-88 right now. I’m hearing a lot of fuzzed-out takes on proto-shoegaze come out of there these days. "I Know I’ll See You" by A Place To Bury Strangers does, in a lot of ways, take me back to shithole venues from the era — particularly the bass sound, which reminds me of something specific that I can’t put my finger on. The guitars are a fusion between midperiod Jesus & Mary Chain and midperiod My Bloody Valentine, the latter’s breakthrough point… I could spit out points of perceived influence all day, and my sense of sonic magpies at work could be completely misplaced. But I like it.

For Sean Bonner, who asked me for it on Twitter.

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1. pumpkintime, 2. pahbo pahbo pahbo, 3. IMG_8878, 4. Grey Seal at Bull Island, Dublin, 5. Love my Obama shirt, 6. At SF Obama HQ, packed with phone bankers Created with fd’s Flickr Toys.

* Eliza Gauger’s "Flee" now available at her Etsy store:

* This photo of Zoetica by Lou O’Bedlam reminds me so strongly of the fields I spend the ages of 5 to 7 in, I was seriously misty-eyed for a while after she showed it to me. Six years old and walking home from school in the summer; the path home looked so much like this, light and all, that I was struck dumb for a minute.

*Siege:

* Kelly Sue DeConnick interviewed.

* Jamais Cascio on the Googlephone.

* Also by Jamais: a helpful guide to Wil Wheaton’s performance in last week’s CRIMINAL MINDS:

* Bryan O’Malley publicly declares opposal to Rock Band, gets sent Rock Band by the developers gratis, loves it. NOTE TO ALL: I HATE WHISKY. ALSO BEER, DIAMONDS, GOLD, NEW DESKTOP COMPUTERS.

Normal posting will resume shortly. I appear to have woken up nine-parts dead. Activity here may be shambolic.

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I was about to go to bed when Wil Wheaton made me look at this.

LOOK AT THIS.

I will never sleep again, for fear of an ex-wizard materialising over my bed to forcibly fashion me a uterus out of Jesus.

There are, of course, many things to love about Germany, including but not limited to the beer, Kraftwerk, the food, Roedelius, a particularly fine hotel in Hamburg that I’m very fond of, and the sainted Nina Hagen, here covering Rammstein’s "Seemann" with Apocalyptica:

The beautiful redhead on the far right is of course my friend Lenora Claire. It would seem that she and a friend of hers were… I don’t know… visiting the LA wing of Hell?

UPDATE:
From: Lenora Claire
Subject: Warren Ellis makes a Boom Boom
Body: I’m sure he’s going to kill me for that bulletin title and I really should know better than to sass Internet Jesus but he just posted this on his blog which has me cracking up. For the record I was at club Shits & Giggles to dump pudding down my friend Boom Boom’s underpants. Now…doesn’t that make a bit more sense.

I think STIMMUNG was the first piece of Stockhausen I ever heard. I’ve rarely been without a copy since, because I hear something new in the same recordings every time. Written in the year of my birth, STIMMUNG is a composition for six voices with six microphones, a complex system of rhythmic, cycling polyphonies. This excerpt from a recent performance of the work is set in a reservoir outside Darmstadt in Germany, which would put it not too far from Castle Frankenstein.

From liner notes to a 1986 recording:

In each section a new overtone melody or ’model’ is introduced and repeated several times. Each female voice leads a new section eight times, and each male voice, nine times. Some of the other singers gradually have to transform their own material until they have come into ’identity’ with the lead singer of the section . . . by adopting the same . . . tempo, rhythm and dynamics. When the lead singer feels that ’identity’ has been reached, he or she makes a gesture to another singer who leads the next section. Each model is a set of rhythmic phonetic patterns, often with actual words used as their basis, such as ’Hallelujah’ or ’Saturday’.

I guess it must’ve been around 1994. Marie Javins had been telling me about this guy she knew from her Texas days, who seemed to spend a lot of time in and out of the nuthatch, and may possibly have been institutionalised for pushing an old lady through a window while attempting to exorcise her. Details are hazy. And she put together a mixtape of this guy’s music, which she’d collected from him over the years.

What I love about the search for new music is hearing that which you never heard before. Most things sound a bit like something else. Only every couple of years, if you’re very lucky, do you turn up something that is really seriously unlike anything you heard before.

And so I played the tape of recordings by Daniel Johnston. And have been fascinated ever since.

The really odd thing about Johnston is the classic pop structure underlying his stuff. Check out M Ward’s arrangement of Johnston’s "To Go Home" sometime. And it’s not hard to pick out the old blues figures in "Don’t Play Cards With Satan." This version isn’t as deranged as the one on that tape — by three and a half minutes in he was giving it a throat-shredding shriek — but it’s close. Watching him sing it, though, is probably harder, in an odd way.

4chan awe, terrify and sicken me: http://zip.4chan.org/co/res/6340037.html

I do like those people.

Also, I like their belief that I have more than one cock.

Also, pedotards stay away from my daughter or I’ll smear your tiny dicks off with the sole of my boot.

But mostly I like those people.

(link sent by Twitter user i_am_iron_man_d, thanks)