Thursday, December 31, 2009

71 Minutes to T Minus One!

We're drunk, grooving to Charles Wright and the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band. 2010 is just an immoderate glace and brazen ass-grab away. We'll soon be stumbling up the strasse to watch fireworks, and only Satan knows where the night will take us.

Thanks to everyone who loves, supports, or supplies a glancing blow to the superstructure of TLASILA Corp. Massive, unending, unyielding thanks to all who helped Karl Schmidt Verlag lift off - the 50-disc retrospective boxes should be in the post by the end of next week (my printer took two weeks off instead of one, so there's been a wee delay - no worries, gang, as you'll be rewarded for slight inconveniences).

Huge thanks to all who came out to see Rope Cosmetology, Three Resurrected Drunkards, my infrequent DJ sets, Claudia's (exceptional) sets, etc. Expect much more from all of us in the new year...

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Tradition time:

Every year I offer a list of my favorite recordings from the previous twelve months, and as in recent cycles, I must first warn that these aren't "bests" by any stretch - I haven't listened to two-thirds of the stuff I have, much less the preponderant tsunami of sound available to all of us. I never mention recordings by band members, associates, labels that support my art, their artists, anyone with the slightest connection, so keep in mind before I list my Top 3 for '09 that I really loved the track Mark Morgan sent me from the forthcoming Sightings album, and I was very proud of Andrew W.K. for releasing two collections as contrary and compelling as Gundam Rock and 55 Cadillac. Ditto releases by pals Magas, Balazs Pandi, Sickboy Milkplus, et al. Well done, all!

My favorite recordings of 2009:

Kryptic Minds - One of Us (Swamp 81 SWAMPCD001 CD)

Wax - Dub Shed Sessions I EP (Subsolo SUB005 12")

Kiki - Kaiku (BPitch Control BPC196 CD)

These have been locked in for ages, and I was hoping one would be bumped from the list, really just to disturb my own notions of primacy. But fuck it, these blew my mind. So there you have it...

44 minutes to Year 20!

Love,

Tom

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Arcade omens...

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Cesarean Mod,

TS

All Hail Doris!

Fifty years ago, my late friend Doris Wishman's debut feature, Hideout in the Sun, had its galactic debut at the Paris Theater on Miami Beach.



Most filmographies attribute a 1960 release date to her plucky crime 'n' boobs opus, but when I lived in South Beach and was running the Sick Sinema/Giallo Fever/Hiroshima Rising film series for the now-defunct Alliance Film and Video Co-Op, I did a lot of time in the stacks of the University of Miami library, printing period Miami Herald cinema ads from microfiche. (I made hundreds of copies, many of which were repurposed for Sick Sinema fliers.) Lo and behold, on December 31, 1959, Hideout's debut was blazoned, nay, trumpeted, on the Herald's movie pages. It was a monster hit for Doris, playing for months in the local art houses and drive-ins.

Years later (1991, to be precise), I met Doris while she was at work in the Pink Pussycat erotic boutique in Coconut Grove, and literally took her home with me. She hadn't made a film since 1983's A Night to Dismember, and although I was unable to lend her the $50,000 she'd asked of me at the time of our meeting, I did offer her a directorial assignment, which she accepted - she shot two hours of video (with the assistance of Syd Garon and Rodney Ascher) for the proto-TLASILA EP (credited at the time to Peach of Immortality) Spatters of a Royal Sperm.

There was no real TLASILA group back in 1991, just me, with a rotating band of co-conspirators (Fred Ware III, Tigra DeRougement, and Oscar Perez), and we used the POI moniker in anticipation of the release of Spatters on the Noiseville imprint. As you may know, Noiseville collapsed, and Doris left the project, slightly confused by the change from film to video production and the general chaotic nature of the lives of her young charges.

We remained friends, and she was a regular and welcome visitor to my flat. I was cajoled to appear in her late-90s slapdash sex comedy Dildo Heaven, and I although I tried to channel the combover anomie of her hapless male protagonists from My Brother's Wife and Another Day, Another Man, mainly I was just fucking awful. In retrospect, of course, it was pretty cool. I was in a Doris Wishman feature, and she directed the very first TLASILA video! No complaints here...

You are missed, you sweet, crazy lady...

TS