...was the title of a rather fine elegaic essay by Wyndham Lewis writtten in 1951, announcing to his readership at The Listener magazine, where he spent his twilight years installed as chief art critic after a lifetime spent on the more or less permanent outs of the British High Art Establishment, that due to his rapidly failing eye-sight (caused by a pituitary tumour), he could "no longer see a picture" ... and was thus resigning his post..."Pushed into an unlighted room, the door banged and locked forever, I shall then have to light a lamp of aggressive voltage in my mind to keep at bay the night..."

Misty mountain hop hop hopping up Mount Tamalpais last week, ensconced chez Harrison with Jerry and Carole and a couple of their kids in what is probably the most beautiful house I have ever been invited into laying me a palette on the floor (Times wrote up a Home section cover story on their renovation of this redwood-surrounded former Marin County/Mill Valley aerie some years ago...same Times who today smugly contrasted a black and white picture of a 70's 42nd Street grindhouse showing "The Christine Jorgenson Story"--the horror, the horror!--with a sunny color snap of a theater today cross the street playing "Mary Poppins the Musical" --replete with a Pecksniffian caption trumpeting a transformation of the area from "a nexus of sex and sleaze" 30 years ago into a mini-Magic Kindom, thanks to a judicious application of "a spoonful of sugar and a cup of capitalism", ie, Disneyfication)...give me Max and Dave Fleischer and the risque anthropomophic sheer off-the-wallness of Fleischer Studios and Betty Boop with all their crazy New York Jewish jazz energy any day of the week over Uncle Walt and his squeaky-cleaned-up Snow White jive (Disney eventually drove Fleischer Studios out of business here)... sorry to say, but the present day Disneyfied 42nd Street audioanimatronic "Wonderland by Nacht" creeps me out much more today than Forty Deuce did 30 years ago when I moved here ("Sprinkle some fairy-dust over the bahstard!"--Reg Presley, The Trogg Tapes)...

Jerry Harrisojn came to spirit me away back to HIS Magic Kingdom after my Culturecatch/Macworld gig at the Great American Music Hall in SF last Wednesday night, gig was a good 'un too, after a look-see into the rampant computer geek-dom on display at the Moscone Center that afternoon (I mean really, does the Apple phone actually do anything NEW that current phones on the market do not?) I was rarin' to inject some blut and thunder into what was essentially ye olde Parade of Lifeless Packaging writ large (the Culturecatch Salon at Red Ink Studios was another story entirely, the Culturecatch Salon operating in the heart of the seedy old prime cut of real estate that is Market Street by way of the Tenderloin--right across from the stately old Golden Gate Theater, where "Legally Blonde" the musical is about to open--which I hear is a fantastic new show! (hey I like Mary Poppins as much as anyone, in fact it's Caroline's fave both book and film, PL Travers was quite a crusty cutup in fact, 'jes like her protagonist, and really gave old Walt a shellacking over the ultimate Disneyfication/cinematic disposition of her book; also, I had a crush on Julie Andrews anyway as a young whippersnapper and in fact an autographed photo that Julie herself sent me after I wrote her a loveletter at age 6 while she reigned supreme on Broadway in "My Fair Lady" is but a good 6 inches right under my flying fingers typing this here ramble, said photo buried in the oaken confines of my 20's German Art-Deco desk on top of which perches my G-4 --hey I love Apple!)...during the Salon I got to speak to an ultra-friendly David Lynch on a live video hookup and his eyes really lit up/he was quite complimentary when I was introduced as "Beefheart's guitarist"--confusion will be my epitaph!-- on the subject of Beefheart, stating that "Trout Mask Replica" was one of his favorite albums, I told him that "Eraserhead" was one of Don's favorite films, and lah dee dah dee dah, also good at the Culturecatch Salon was a mock confessional booth hosted by fetching podcaster Emily of CBS' Free-FM "Sex With Emily" show, I went into her darkened lair and delivered a reasonably truthful account of the current state of affairs, and she was, uh, taken aback somewhat, well she is kinda young to be offering such advice methinks, youth being wasted on the young and all, but a spunky trouper nevertheless, here's looking at you Emily!)... another good Salon sideshow was the dithyrambic peregrinations of Tiffany and her femme-bot performance troupe Double Vision (good name... check my album "Diplopia" with lute master Josef Van Wissem, "available wherever fine albums are sold"--not! But you CAN order it through my website), one particular bit of business was a couple of the dancers highstepping it over stretched canvas underfoot with tanks of yellow and blue paint respectively strapped to their backs, said tanks squirting copious amounts of impasto on this Pollockian palette-on-the-floor with every wiggle of the hips/terpsichorean maneuvre and plie (accent ecru)...a fine mess, a fine madness, and very very sexy indeed, reminiscent somewhat of the great food-colour bespattering of Emily Watson by Ewan McGregor in the cinematic version of Alexander Trocchi's "Young Adam" (but I digress)...

Anyway I got up onstage at Great American Music Hall with my '66 seafoam green Strat and myriad black boxes of FX (same set-up I've used for years and years, if it ain't broke don't fix it)-- and video artist/Columbia prof Luke DuBois began doing real-time video manipulation of my performance projected on a screen behind me, very much in the San Fran psychedelic '60's tradition--and, well, I'll let my old friend Bay area poet/editor and academic Jean Gier gyre and gimbol and generally set the scene for you here now at http://okir.wordpress.com/2007/01/16/196/

In attendance were old friends highschool buddy Larry Shore (last scene in monstre gai Paree), SF hipster about town Jordan Loewy, ace new music photog and transplanted New Yorker by way of Milano Marco Ugolinni, and former rockwriter turned adman Bob Duncan, his wife the lovely Roni Hoffman and their son Hardy down from Reed College (took me to Mel's Diner for dinner avant shau)-- plus a crew of Macworld hypnagogues/liggers/rubber-neckers there to take in little old "thinking man's guitar hero" me (thanks to The New Yorker for that one), strutting and fretting my hour on the stage (you know, after nearly 17 continuous years of doing this for a living fulltime--and really, if you count the Beefheart era marking my first foray into professional status, 27 years playing for keeps-- you might think that the Sea Mists of Winter would be encroaching on my Diplopic purview by now... but you would be mistaken).

And then Jerry came and whisked me back to Fortress Harrison...and I spent a couple of excellent days in Sausalito holed up at his studio with fine madman Matt Cohen, "the world's most patient (Jewish) engineer".. and with the eventual arrival from LA of the real Rei Momo Lord of Disorder mixologist supreme Eric "E.T." Thorngren, the Whole Sick Crew was assembled-- Jerry's Kids!-- and I was proud to be one of them...and we were working on a mix of my next album, a live DVD and CD of my recent CMJ Gods and Monsters show at the Bowery Poetry Club...and in between catching the rays of a studio tan I went hikiing in Muir Woods with Jerry (what a jock!)...sampled several fine dining establishments in the nabe (Kitti's Thai joint across the street particularly notable)...and a splendid time was had by all, special thanks to Dusty Wright and Richard Burns of CultureCatch for spiriting me out to SF in the first place (also thanks to Absolut for their sponsorship-- my favorite rocket fuel after Slivovitz)...

xxLove

Gary

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Posted by Gary Lucas to Gary Lucas at 1/17/2007 10:34:00 AM