Shabbos in Shomayim

Two mystical morsels to prepare you for the weekend as we enter the final half hour pre-weekend countdown.

Shlomo Carlebach - Mikolos Mayim
Zadik Zecharia - Bride and Groom Enter

The Advent of the Aeon of Horus

Time's are getting hard around here. We all pretended like Dean could carry the collective burden of this blog and he did so admirably for a while, but now it's been over a week since anyone has posted anything and we all know that the bots patrolling web 1.0 have already discarded us into the scrap heap, assuming that with dean out of commish we'd all just wither away and go back to playing racquetball or whatever other things we were doing before the true panther underground freed out minds and souls. Anyway, we're a team dang it! and I didn't join this rec-league just to warm the bench. Dean sprained his ankle or whatever but it's time to step up our game and prove that we belong here for real.
Here are three tropical jammy jams to munch on. I think they're A+. Alton Ellis has been my reggae-soul master-teacher-friend-guide ever since I bought an album of his on a whim 3 years ago. I hadn't heard this song until last night but it rocked me just right. I hope you like it. Nara Leão I just got into recently. Maybe she'll be my new Alton Ellis in 3+ years time. The circle will remain unbroken!
The last track is by a group called Satwa. This comes from a self-released album originally put out in Brazil circa 1973. I'm on the fence with regards to this, but I have to say that pedaling ascensions are probably the closest we'll ever come to imitating cellestial music so...why not?

Alton Ellis - Sunday Coming
Nara Leão - Fui Bem Feliz
Satwa - Can I Be A Satwa

Embededded in the Fertile Crescent

David Copperfuck live at at the sock hop.



Grocery List from the Speech Accent Archive

pets in the halls of science

staring into a dissecting scope for hours on end can bring on some heavy innervisions. with that said, friday was slightly different. a bird said hello to me while i was dissecting algae zygotes!! it's the way things go, pets are just becoming more common at the lab these days. the fur-pants pictured above has been making regular appearances. sort of sketchy, when is this dog going to smell some split phenol and decide to make a taste test? ewww.... but you have to keep your eye on the PMA. at least the bird didn't shit in my petri dish.

Cloud Chamber

Today's discovery of this amazing hyperzone, in tandem with free starbucks coffee day, has amounted to a totally derailed morning.

Steven tore apart my brain a few years ago by exposing Harry Partch on an lp-->cd transfer of Barstow in the middle of an Ohio snowstorm. American Public Media stepped up the game on every front creating handly little flash-powered synthesizers of a bunch of different Partch invented, just-intonation instruments, coupled with Partch elaborations, and in-depth biographical info.
IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!

Future Shock

Giorgio Moroder- From Here to Eternity
Corrupted- Rato-Triste Nem

Would You Buy Me A Six Pack?

Lately I've been distracted by the continual implosion and self-destruction of the New York Knicks who have mastered the subtleties necessary to break my heart in every possible way.

More recently I've been distracted by the Congos song Sodom and Gommorrow which I just listend to 3 times in a row and it is freaking me out. Keep on burning.

Anyway, I'm probably not in the best frame of mind to properly introduce you to these two tracks by a turkish fellow by the name of Bülent Ortaçgil, but it has to be done and now's the time. I know virtually nothing about him except that he's still alive and that this album was released in the early 70's. Wikipedia claims that "although the album did not become an instant hit, it is now considered as the only work that has had an everlasting effect on the Turkish popular/rock music scene." Sounds far-fetched to me, but if it's true, there's money to be made in booking psych-folk walking tours around istanbul.



Olmalý Mý Olmamalý Mý
Sen Varsýn

Nazareth

Hey everybody, today I am putting up one of my favorite songs from The Dirty Three's Horse Stories album. I found this filter on the internet that lets you cut out all of the overly sincere ebullient moments that made you cry in 10th grade but that you can no longer stand, adds some subtlety and restraint, and finally converts them into an ancient infinitely better band called Che-SHIZU from Tokyo, Japan. Despite the fact that I could swear I have heard this exact violin line in the past, it has shown up here in the future-past as a Kokyu on this 1981(!!!!) live recording from a group that shares personel and living/breathing space with what would eventually turn into the 90's Tokyo's psych. pop revival (Ghost, Nagisa Ni Te, Maher Shalal Hash Baz, etc.) The fact that this is a live recording provides it the surprising quality of being expansive and mind blowing, AND very simple and intimate. I can hear the basic improvised structures and very distinct instruments but underneath there is a little bubbling cauldron of molten magic that makes a musical voltron of all the individual parts. To put a little cherry in here, the last song is their take on pop which is always like a little funk gnome busting out of his hole and smackin' me in the face but I LIKE IT
Che-Shizu-Nazareth
Che-Shizu-Arran Boat
Che-Shizu-I met you in the morning on the road

Originally out on P.S.F. (Psychedelic Speed Freaks!!!) records who, upon further examination , have put about 3 mountains of amazing shit in their 15 year existence.

rough day

The Shapely Balloon from Ludo
Beautiful Cosmos from Jammy Smears


Samarya from Radio Mali
Mali Blues from Radio Mali



PS..... check out THIS awesome Ivor Cutler performance of Shoplifters off of the Old Grey Whistle Test courtesy of WFMU

Standing Nudes

So it's looking like the Standing Nudes 7" is getting delayed just a little bit, in order for us to fiddle with our options regarding the artwork. So for those of you bitterly starving to death for more music from them, we've got our hands on an awesome live set recorded last week on Brooklyn's Free 103.9 radio I was kicking myself for not listening to it in real time, but thanks to some bedazzled editing by Mr. Jesse Karch this molasses for the masses is avaible to feed on and enjoy. The sound quality isn't the best but the songs come through like lil' steam powered samurai swords. We here at True Panther are really proud excited and honored to be affiliated with these righteous dudes and dudette. Enjoy and go see them at the Cake Shop March 11th with Pearls and Brass!

Standing Nudes- ...Comes Alive on Free 103.9 radio 2/23/06

Purple City

Some mornings can feel like there are wi-fi alien death rays let loose all over the place. But then something like this will pop up and I get a global village feeling all of a sudden. Who had any idea that Rosie O'Donnell communicated all her various joys, loves, and insecurities in such an evocative poetic form. Not I! No 3+ word sentence is free from some sort of structural embellishment. It's holding me hostage and I'm getting some stockholm syndrome and here come the death rays againnnnnn.....

Also, I've seen a certain band called Sic Alps a few times in the last few months but have too chickenshizz to ask them if I could put up a few of their songs. It's kind of on the 70's cleveland/velvet/ death rays/50million4track/echobox tip and it's some of my favorite sound that I've heard coming out of here recently. There have been some line-up changes and some prominent guest stars (hospitals, erase errata, weasel walter) but now it's Mike Donovan (Big Techno Werewolves, Ropers,NAM) and Matt Hartman (Henry's Dress, Coachwhips, Cat Power) which means it's a couple of stone age san francisco longhairs who have figured it out hatching some syrrupy lethargic dark guitar psychedelia (lowercase grunge). Also, the internet says they are putting out a couple of records soon, one of which is on this label and that is good news for everybody.
Sic Alps- Down comes the Perm
Sic Alps- Surgeon and the Slave

OH P.S. I found an old WFMU recording of them. It's pretty good. the internet is great

Hawaiian Home

Sometimes I hold back from writing on here or putting up songs because I'm pretty sure it's old news and everyone who would've been interested is over it. This might be partially true, but today I'm thinking it also might be a little bit of a self-esteem issue. I mean, how is somebody gonna rise up if they don't just take off their shirt and flap it around? Also, if everyone has their shirts off does that somehow invalidate the collective sound of the hwwwwooooooooowiiiiing? Anyways, I'm just going to stop sitting on the egg today and go for it. If not for the court of the royal principality of new york francisco then at least for the 9 faithful monthly visitors to this site from the beautiful island of Seychelles and its thriving coconut rope industry. All praise be unto your and your homesteads! May your ropes be wound tightly and bear the full weight of your burdens!

Bobby Brown- My Hawaiian Home
Bobby Brown- Becoming One with the Forest
These are two awesome songs from the album The Enlightening Beam of Axonda by Bobby Brown before he got facial and skin reconstructive surgery and married Whitney Houston. This was when he was still a righteous experimental hawaiian puka shell surfer duder. When I first heard this I said YEAH, great, but then I found out that it was recorded as a one-man band using 50 self-made instruments and even potentially a 400+ string invented contraption with sitar,little zithers,percussion, instruments all manned from an organ-like central command only to be (((SOLD OUT OF THE BACK OF HIS CAR ON THE BEACH))) I wanted to climb on a big ole surf board and surf through time and make sure Bobby never found out about altamont or synthetic puka shells or any of the other universal bummers that always have searchers and dreamers in their tractor beams. It seems like a oneness of vision that has some Tim Buckley records, a silver apples style "use every appendage for the sake of music" work ethic, and forge through the muck idealism that always gets me. get into it! coconut rope! anything is possible!

DJ Screw- Sunny Day
A while ago I made my mom a mix for her birthday to blast out of her volvo. She called me right after she got it and asked about the "Sunny day" song talking about how much she liked it. Soon after that, my stepdad jacked the cd because he was feeling sunny day too hard. This makes me really happy and everything but I wish I had known this was such a FAMILY classic before I invested all that time trying to look super tough listening to it really loud. I also heard from my 5 year old sister that if you play this during the dolphin scene in Finding Nemo it is totally FUCKED.

The song itself is a Lil' Flip rhyme chopped & screwed over a DJ Screw beat. The original is pretty good but his laugh after saying "you get it? Flip Phone!" is way better a few octaves lower. It's off of a DJ Screw tribute CD entitled Soldiers United For Cash and it's got some other dudes like Lil' Keke, Big Pokey, and Archie Lee that I hadn't heard before but who are pretty good.

Alright, that's all. Happy Birthday Emma Kresch! Everything is possible!