Saturday, August 15, 2026

Renovating the Temple of the Golden Pavilion

 

When a phonograph record crackles and pops it sounds just like when there's seeds in the shitty shwag you're smoking.
- Jason Philip Wierzba



Wendy Marriott's Bright Boy with Dark Shadows
is No Longer Any Kind of a Boy






Creepy, Before We Vanish, To the Ends of the Earth, Wife of a Spy, Cloud...The Samurai and the Prisoner. It is now time for me to officially insist after having seen this new one focusing as it does on consciousness raising and the warrior mindset—tipping its hat a little to the other Kurosawa and his ongoing dalliance with Samurai Shakespeare—that Kiyoshi Kurosawa is the best and most consistent director working anywhere in the world today. His formal control clearly extends to mastery of every facet of production and postproduction. Hearing his sound designs in a theatre is always a true delight, as it very much was at the Globe last night. The Arioka Castle set is highly reminiscent of the main set from Kenji Mizoguchi's 1954 masterpiece A Story from Chikamatsu. In terms of manner and aesthetic, I would in general tend to associate Kiyoshi Kurosawa more with the presiding philosophy and strategies of Mizoguchi than with those of Akira Kurosawa, as both Mizoguchi and Kiyoshi Kurosawa are Japanese monumentalists, closer to architects or sculptors than to painters, concerned as they are with scale, geometry, and durability.

During the brief and dizzying period in 2016 when Pokémon Go took off and mobilized roaming distracted multitudes all over the planet, I very much thought I was getting a glimpse into the future of the human species. It will become easier to organize and direct people remotely, for better and for worse. When collectivized far-right edgelords stormed the U.S. Capitol in 2021, some of them would go on to say in their defence that they didn't really know why they were getting on a plane and going to Washington, it having been a matter in the end of their simply following their social media and connected devises like automotons. In his previous film, 2024's Cloud, Kiyoshi Kurosawa was the first artist in any field that I'm aware of to roll up his sleeves and deal with the omnipresent connective/vaporous cloud, the organizing metaphor that extends in historical order from the web and the net and indicates like Pokémon Go that the lives of groups can become a kind of treasure hunt that doesn't lead to any specific or determinable destination. Already in films like Creepy and Before We Vanish, we bear witness to characters whose motivations are so deeply unconscious and opaque that it becomes increasingly unclear whether those motivations originate with them in any proper sense. Set in feudal Japan during the Sengoku period and at the end of what a title card calls the age of warfare, The Samurai and the Prisoner could be said to be about a presiding historical spirit (akin to Hegel's Geist) that encompasses entire communities or nations and delineates for individuals their nebulous roll in an inchoate living apparatus. When the world war is always intimate and local, always at his doorstep, it is impossible for the war-maker or demigod to thrive or to possess a proper world-frame. Araki Murashige, the titular samurai, is unable to determine if the calamity happening around him is divine punishment, internal sabotage, or manipulation by outside forces. The prisoner, Kuroda Kanbei, becomes an Iago whose basic threat must be set aside so that a workable course of action may be forged. Whatever is a Warrior King to do? Salvation lies not in hunkering down and watching the material world fall in on you as the role in which you are imprisoned becomes instantaneously and permanently outmoded. Salvation is there for the powerful one who disconnects and walks away. To know the moment is to read the signs.    


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Top Four Grunge Albums


Nirvana, "Negative Creep"


  



Thursday, August 13, 2026

Strange Circus: Cheeky Little Monkey

 

Strange Circus (Sion Sono, 2005)

Guilty of Romance (Sion Sono, 2011)






Public Image Ltd., "This is Not a Love Song" 
[Official Video]


Jason Does Peaches 

🇨🇦







Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Sonnet

 


One never wears out the welcome of the Heathen 

With all the goods one gathers in prepossession

For they’re shaded here beneath the Heathen sun 

We take hardily to hoarding as pirates take to rum 

In all the indexes of the Heathen glossolalia

Something heavenly portends in the shape of a labia

Heaving downward to swallow up what ails you

Amidst the brick and mortar of ailing Astoria 

The old hag pushes thirty cats hither and yon

In a Safeway cart with four wheels minus one

On her bomber jacket the insignia emblazoned

Off t’ward the town where her ghost's now stationed;

Suppressed somnolent in the biology of madness

Is a crescent wrench and set of phosphorus matches.




Tuesday, August 11, 2026

Five Adult Movie Performers of Whom I Am Especially Fond

 

Cadey Mercury 

[all flexibility and fireworks,

definitely gets off for real]


Audrey Holiday 

[a discerning, cerebral goddess who's clearly a fan of 

William Wyler's Roman Holiday]


Violet Starr 

[unbelievably filthy and merciless]


Lena Anderson 

[doe-eyed wonder]


Evelin Stone 

[indisputably the Asia Argento of porn]





Salt-N-Pepa, "Push It" [Official Video]






The Most Underrated Power Pop Band of the 1990s and My Favourite Calgary Rock Ensemble of All Time

 

Flop


Primrods


When I went gaga for punk music around the age of fourteen, it was the Ramones who got their hook in my gums and hoisted me out of the heavy metal doldrums. I converted with the kind of zeal only the pubescent possess. Every three months some book, movie, or album changes your life. I had a dope hand-me-down oldschool Marantz stereo my parents had bequeathed to me when they upgraded. I could play CDs, records, and tapes through high quality speakers and thus could not help but become an audiophile and a snob. I loved punk music wholeheartedly, but I owned nothing by the Sex Pistols or the Clash, much preferring Buzzcocks, and only a very small amount of hardcore. It was with street-fighting bubblegum pop that the Ramones had first hooked me, and the 1990s bands descending from the punk tradition that I fell most in love with around the age of fourteen were groups I now tend to categorize as power pop. Redd Kross, The Muffs, Fastbacks. As good as these bands or better, by my estimation, were Flop, who sang songs about stuff like Gregor Mendel's genetic experiments, Albert Einstein's Unified Field Theory, and Charles Laughton's gothic noir masterpiece The Night of the Hunter. I first encountered Flop when I saw the video for "The Great Valediction" on MuchMusic's vital underground music showcase City Limits. (MuchMusic was Canada's version of MTV and City Limits the rough equivalent of 120 Minutes.) That song came off Whenever You're Ready, the only album Flop would do with the participation of a major label, in this instance Epic Records subsidiary 550 Music. They did do one more album after that, but like so many bands that came before and after, the demoralizing major label experience helped accelerate their breakup. They were not around nearly long enough to my mind. (While you can stream the entirety of Whenever You're Ready as a single convenient file on YouTube, you cannot embed that file on Blogspot, so below you will find the two music videos that accompanied that album upon its release.)   



The only thing that excited me as much as the Ramones when it came to discovering and exploring punk music was the revelation that my hometown of Calgary had a robust and highly idiosyncratic punk scene. Like Seattle, good bands seldom passed through Calgary so we had to do it ourselves. I had read about mysterious local music happenings and had become curious but it was only when I bought the legendary local underground/punk compilation Bloodbath at the Chinese Disco at Sam the Record Man that I figured I basically knew what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Capriciousness? Maybe a little. The most interesting and bizarre songs on the comp were the two by mysterious local outfit the Primrods, who I had the luxury of seeing perform many times before going away to university. They influenced my approach to the guitar and songcraft at least as much as John Fahey would subsequently do. Playful anarcho-syndicalism, with lyrics often referencing the mayhem of Western history—warfare, sabotage, spycraft—each member identified by the letter P followed by a number. When they released 1995's Kneecappin', their first proper non-cassette-only full-length, my friend Clifford and I were in total awe, quickly deciding that it was the greatest, most totally ingenius rock album ever. Amazingly enough, in a tale that would live in infamy, Chicago-based headbutting schizophrenic Wesley Willis was for a short, mercurial period a kind of über fan of our dissonant mystery men. Is that how the Primrods got signed to Geffen?! No other story is likely to make any more sense. If you had asked local scenesters in 1998 which hometown rockers would be least likely to get signed to a major, I suspect they'd all have identified the Primrods as suspect numero uno. Around the time they were recording the doomed Geffen album I asked P2 how they had managed to actually record an album for that outsized enterprise and he told me that they'd just taken their old approach and given it the "classic rock radio" treatment. Typically enough, the main reason the album never came out is because there was a sudden front office overhaul at Geffen and scorn was cast by the new executives upon most projects then in the works. And that was the unromantic end of the Primrods. Listen to the album—which I have been able to embed below—and I think you'll agree with me and P2 that it is brimful with remarkably palatable rock-and-roll music. 


Flop, "The Great Valediction" [Official Music Video]


Flop, "Regrets" [Official Musical Video]




Primrods, Unreleased Geffen Album, 2000



¿Honorario, Primrod?





Monday, August 10, 2026

The Greatest Greatest Hits Album I Ever Done Heard

 


Released as a limited run in 1984
I just scooped it for $16.00



Jan Garbarek w/ Charlie Haden & Egberto Gismonti 
"Folk Song"

[this piece was recorded in November of 1979
the month I was born]






Phonograph Room Security Detail

 









Calgary remains North America's
premier used record haven
🙏



Fat Boys, "Baby, You're a Rich Man" 

[Ofiicial Video]



* My name is Jason and I am deeply in love with Charli xcx. Please send help!