Misery

The Move. A chapter in Richard Meltzer's "The aesthetics of Rock", the prophecy of the future (marxian) farce of rock'n'roll academization. It's about what you are going to do next when you've burned what you were supposed to be doing before. Do you remember art for mobile phones ? Let's read R. (Meltzer): "To Berdyaev, the creative act is the act which will bring about the end of the world", and to me too.

Sometime, very recently, I learned that Alan Sondheim had released records on ESP-DISK. This makes a list which goes: Patty Waters, the Fugs, Alan Sondheim, the Godz. Can't be beat. It could have been the end of the world. Somehow people don't die at the end of the world. Somehow after the farce
there is the Juke-Box and we are there.

Tragedy, Farce, Juke-Box. Sometime, less recently, I bought a book by Dan Graham. You see I liked Dan Graham so much and bought it although everything
about this book looked wrong, inside it everything was indeed wrong. A collection of Graham's writings on Rock, everything inside the book was goddamned wrong, as in out of joint. Dan Graham had absolutely no clue what rock'n'roll was about but he was published as if. Perhaps we can even blame him for what happened with Sonic Youth. Let's do that. Let'sblame Dan Graham for the hi rise Juke-Box.

Perhaps what I'm getting at is that there is "The streets of Baltimore" andthere are the streets of Baltimore.

I read you R.
Bring 'em down.

"I got myself a factory job, I ran an old machine
I bought a little cottage in a neighborhood serene
When I came home from working late with every muscle sore
She'd brag me thru the Streets of Baltimore"

That was before the Internet and at the same time it is for ever. Can't be beat. This is the time of relentless Novelty but yet there are no hits. I wonder where are all the fans. If there are no fans, there is no music. There is no dirt, no hair, you can't trust anyone. There is no style or edge. There is The Move.

Richard: You know, there IS no history anymore, it's all just a bunch of, you know, uh, what's the word, acceptable data.

You see, I want the end of the world, I want the destruction, I want this world brought down. It's not a-coming.
Oh, no, it's not.

"If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is"

Frederic Madre