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Desolo Luna Vox Theatrum, fifth Mondays on KBOO

Richard A. Francis

Richard A. Francis

(I was devastated to learn of Richard Francis’ passing today.  Richard was one of the most generous, honest and caring people I have ever had the pleasure of working with, someone who cherished fun and was serious about love and harmony – although his taste in music strayed towards the dis-harmonic and his devotion to the avant-garde often seemed incongruous with his discipline and his attention to planning and detail.

Richard Francis had been a consummate champion of the KBOO community and his passing is a huge loss.

Back in the mid-Eighties, Richard and I at his invitation, and after he had allowed me to substitute for him on one occasion – collaborated on a pair of installments of his long-running program A Different Nature.  The first of these programs was devoted entirely to the music of John Cale, whom we both worshiped; Richard graciously arranged that we meet at his apartment – the walls were covered from floor to ceiling with books – where he prepared a pasta dinner, we discussed European literature and planned the show down to the second; he then loaned me the first three Cale-produced Nico albums which I had yet to hear.

The other program, Sleaze,” kidnapped a 5- or 6-hour late-night block of the program schedule in the service of  Richard’s idea – to make use of the hours that allowed for more racy material than he was usually allowed to play during his usual mid-evening slot.  I recall thinking that Richard’s idea of “blue” material was just as opaque as the balance of his obsessions – much of the “earotica” he saved for this program would have confused any would-be censors. At the two-thirds mark of the program we were getting pretty loopy and it was Richard who strove to keep us on track and focus on the programming rather than our inside jokes.

Ultimately I would settle in to my own program and we would each uphold our individual ends of the air.  At the time I chose to leave my gig behind, Richard was working harder than ever to guide station policy and unite its disparate factions.  I am humbled that after 15 years away I was welcomed back into Richard’s utopian vision of radioland, and I am grateful that we were able to collaborate a final time.

I am somewhat sad and quite disappointed that he was unable to hear this, but I am blessed to offer it as a memento.  This is one of three pieces that I promised Richard for what was to be the last show that he missed.  Throughout the production of these pieces during August 29-30, 2009 – and particularly of “Shaman,” with Richard’s almost unrecognizable voice affecting that of a tired, old man in my headphones – I hoped to make him proud of our collaboration.  It seems that its funereal mood was more than coincidence.  Love and farewell, Richard.  We will do our best to carry on without your warmth and enthusiasm. – Luke Lefler, September 6, 2009)

For ten leguminous years 90.7 FM KBOO Portland was the non-commercial, community radio home of Baron Landscape’s Broken Hours.  Every Sunday at midnight the Baron, bugler at the unprotected gates of dawn and raven-soft underjelly upon the fibrous circuitry, imprimpted his dubious brand of comedy and erstwhile music predications to-upon the greater metro polita, and it was a good run toward a seemingly predestined burn-out in the watershed year 1993.

It wasn’t until July of 2008 that Baron Landscape would endeavor to helm such radio as befit his high standards and return to KBOO with The Wreck of The Broken Landscape (see BLBH #12).  Around this same time we made the acquaintance of Rich Lindsay who informed us that long-time difficult-listening guru Richard Francis was mounting a 101-hour continuous celebration of Surrealism and Dada to overtake KBOO’s airwaves later that summer.

The shimmerling prospect of bloofing eepy radio m’bobs with other types enchanted us ferocious.  Therefore to those 101 diabolic hours, Broken Wounders houred up contributing over two-thirds of one hour – 23:23 of which was the monumental yet rarely-heard feral Boboist putrefaction The Herbed Brie Period By B. Blatherscape, Even (annoyingly unavailable for distribution due to licensing issues) (this situ hath been remedied – LL, 10/2016).

Creating the work for this festival was liberating, and the controversial (to some, anyway) celebration invigorated its many producers, Splice Finders included. Certain key individuals hoped subscreantly to re-air much of the material what had previomously come, and they additiomally desired a permanent place for us Surrealadadactyls to roam.

Thus clungterfly to the spatula joculaire and pursuant to radical reorganization of the KBOO evening program schedule, a place was farted unblong to traverse four hours from 8:00 pm to Midnight on every Monday that is the fifth Monday of a month.  It was crispened Desolo Luna Vox Theatrum, a name Richard explains he came up with “playing around with an English-Latin dictionary website.”  He says it means “Abandoned Moon Cry Theater.”

Presuming that which is abandoned to be either the Moon or its cry, we have Deicided to regularly contribute to the theater, taking our cues from Richard and his co-producer Sean Ongley.  The Anfangsgobs dieser Opfer d’oddio were broken spectales on a pair of Kurt Scwhitters pieces that met (we’re assured) with delight on the part of translator/interpreter Jack Zipes when they aired in June, 2009.

Material by Argentinian poet Oliverio Girondo was feted on the August 31, 2009 Theatrum, and – always down with a theme – Horas Quebradas spritely emboldened Richard’s performances of two pieces from Girondo’s Scarecrow with our prosaic “original music and additional production.”  Affixed hereto via the PowerPress is the elegiac “Shaman (version)” (Scarecrow #15), the choirs of bees and VSTs of which we’ve meddled with even a littly bit further since its air date, for the posterity “version” if one may – enjoy these minutos rotos lánguidos.

Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #43

 

The Three Scrapettes

David Abel, Marko Whens, Tony Christy and Leo Daedalus

We love what we do at Show and Tell Gallery, and we ask for no more than a bit of attention paid to those whom we bring to the stage.  Melissa Sillitoe signs them up, Nikia Cummings spreads the word and I gruffly co-produce and capture things for posterity as best I can.

On May 4, 2009, The Three Scrapettes sont descendus parmi les vibreurs et le papier et les un bon nombre de mutant de cri avec des mots to bring us “2+2=3” – Sound Poetry and Paraperformance with a variety of “non-acts, sound poems, peripheral pieces, audience impersonations and wrong solutions” that paid back in full the efforts we expend to make Portland a more caffeinated and arty placebo.  They offermade up some biographicallistic fallacies: Marko Whens falsely proclaims to be the first poet to misspell (in? -ed.) every language.  Tony Christy‘s father was a scrap surgeon his mother a mitt mender.  Leo Daedalus imagines that the ideal expression of any particular art form would have to be realized in a different form.  David Abel studied with Massenet and Fauré at the Paris Conservatoire (1890-97), then lived uneventfully as a teacher and theorist.

Let loose in Three Friends Coffee House, the four of them made incomprehensible, joyous mayhem on indirect trajectories from Dada, Fluxus, Surrealism and Situationism. The Broken Hours Remix is all spoiled up by Splice Finders with his little with ACID Pro 7.0c thingly in his basement area with his stuff in there and everything, he likes to say.  Roughed out and rhyming, the RSS feed leads the sojourning data file hefty onto your portable sound charmer off the media Montserrat Internet Archives grabbing burny onto the twine shall occasionally meet:

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God Damn You, NaPodPoMo! (BLBH #17)

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annihilator of dreams

What went wrong?  Breakdowns take many forms.  Some are brief and intense.  Others linger like a scratchy throat.  We can say that we can change.  Change is impossible.  Breakdowns and breakups are the blues and browns in the fog-bound mountaintops and silicon pastures of our Broken-hearted Hours, and all that we see or seem is but a podcast within a blog.

We who are about to upload salute you – Shawno and Jen, Dr. Normal and Cami Kaos,  David Grizzly Smith, Rowland Cutter, Jennifer Navarrete, Spanking Bea Arthur, and all the others too numerous to sample, for sticking together through that sullen and desperate NaPodPo Month of November, 2008.  We hope to play with you more in the new year.

“Music” by Broken Hours, with help from Alex H. Williams’ “Hey, Mr. Bankerman” and Phobia via Renegade Recordings.  Specious retrofaction from Shawno and Chloe Randolph, and from the Castrobot, whatever you are tying to accomplish.  Paranoid Russian-American woman, on the streets of downtown Seattle, speculates.

Alex H. Williams (BLBH #9)

He’s opinionated, he embraced podcasting from the get-go, and I can see his house from my back door, so this may not be the last time you hear Alex Williams on BLBH.  An hyper-active member of Portland’s tech community, as of this blogging he has 1,362 followers on Twitter and he just started his songwriting carreer.   Baron Landscape sits near Alex’ feet (soon to be shod with mpeg-playing slippers) and floats softballs about Podcast Hotel and starving artists, RSS and open source, the thrill of being in Portland today and the agony of moving trees in his yard.  In this ambling and entertaining conversation, pausing only at the 28-minute mark to roll out his FDR-folk opus “Hey, Mr. Bankerman,” Alex endorses Android and subjective journalism, and foresees promise in Obama and the new generation.

Oh and here’s a link to that Marriage Records XLR8R podcast that’s referenced.

(This podcast is not currently available)

Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #20

Heather Browne

Heather Browne

After about five months of fairly error-free journeyman podcasting, your humble producer has at last let down himself and his subject through technical glitchidelia.  Having earlier in the day connected the mighty and wonderful Olympus LS-10 to his XP desktop, highlighted the all of the unneeded .wav files in the display of the LS-10’s hard drive, hit delete and watched the icons disappear, he assumed that plenty of memory existed for recording that evening’s Three Friends Mondays: Caffienated Arts.  As it regrettably turned out, this procedure did not effect said file deletions, and as a consequence the recording cut off before the end of the performance.

Fortunately enough memory remained to capture all of Judith Fay Pulman‘s and Heather Browne‘s entire wonderful sets, as well as most of David Matthews‘ greatly anticipated reading.  Unfortunately, the end of David’s final poem “Each Day A Gift” did not survive this most painful digital catastrophe.

Splice Finders reflects, “The LS-10 was within my view during the entire show and I nervously glanced over at it from time to time to be sure that the red ‘recording’ light was still glaring steadily.  Because there have been occasions when the batteries have given out, and one occasion where the memory had maxed-out, I am ever watchful once recording has begun.  I have anxiety; it runs in my family.  Anyway, it cannot have been too long after the recording ceased that I looked over and noticed that the red light was off, and immediately my heart sank.  While David continued reading his remarkable verse in a soft, measured voice to that hushed, packed room, I knew that we were being cheated out of a complete document.  There’s really nothing to which one can compare that feeling – when the flashbulb does not flash, when the film advances to the end, when the tape spool runs out, when the computer is incorrectly told ‘ok’ rather than ‘cancel,’ etc., etc.  I have had many such times in my young career, but few as heartbreaking.”

He continues, “Not only that but also I discovered the next day that the LS-10’s microphone sensitivity switch had been inadvertently set to ‘high,’ resulting in a hot recording with a bit of distortion.  I must have stupidly done that earlier in the week when recording some other stuff on the spur.”  And so forth.  Perhaps it is the unforgiving pace of NaPodPoMo indifferently coming in its relentlessness to claim the weak and undisciplined.  For Splice Finders life has been Another Day, Another Podcast since November 1, and we are only halfway through this cruelest month to date.  Excuses are easy; diligence is the answer.  In any case, again we extend our deepest apologies to David Matthews, and to you the audience.

You’ll find the podcast on the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net.

Also, now you can access the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series podcast via iTunes using this link:

http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=295435461

Ohm NaPodPoMo

I asked for it, and you get it!  Here’s my insane schedule for National Podcast Post Month:

Saturday, November 1  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #1
  A Prickly Dream Forsaken.  In which Baron Landscape tries to
  remember what time it is.  A meditation on Anita Bryant is offered.
  The audience bleats supportively.  Many opportunities are squandered.
Sunday, November 2  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #2
  You Are Listening - Which means "trouble," and "amusement."
Monday, November 3  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #3
  The Broken Will of the People 2008 - "Off The Hook"
  Many old tapes are reviewed in search of the lost aircheck
  that reminds Baron Landscab and the Broken Festerlings how
  little has changed.  Multiple roles are considered, and
  some are rejected.
Tuesday, November 4  Three Friends: Caffeinated Art #19
  Lineup: Rick J and Garret Potter performing spoken word
  and backed by Eric McEuen improvising on acoustic guitar.
Wednesday, November 5  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #4
Thursday, November 6  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #5
Friday, November 7  Show and Tell Gallery Podcast #6
  with James Honzik and Heather Browne
Saturday, November 8  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #6
Sunday, November 9  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #7
Monday, November 10  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #8
Tuesday, November 11  Three Friends: Caffeinated Art #20
  David Matthews joins poet of radical amazement
  Judith Fay Pulman and Heather Browne, conjurer of ocean bones
  and moon poofs, congealed jazz lights and pillowed
  wicker tumbleweeds, for a reading of poems.
Wednesday, November 12  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #9
  Morgan Grace & Sam Henry at Slim’s (BLBH #9)
Thursday, November 13  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #10
Friday, November 14  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #11
Saturday, November 15  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #12
Sunday, November 16  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #13
Monday, November 17  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #14
Tuesday, November 18  Three Friends: Caffeinated Arts #21
  Ross and the Hellpets - Garage indie-pop with leftist political
  themes. Based out of Portland, Oregon, the band includes former
  members of Neutral Milk Hotel, The Gerbils, Orange Pop Chicken
  and the Lean-tos, and hail from diverse locales such as
  Baton Rouge, San Diego and Syracuse, NY.
Wednesday, November 19  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #15
Thursday, November 20  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #16
Friday, November 21  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #17
Saturday, November 22  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #18
Sunday, November 23  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #19
Monday, November 24  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #20
Tuesday, November 25  Three Friends: Caffeinated Arts #22
  Arsalan Darbandi, Chris Haberman, Heidi Shu, and Becca Yenser
Wednesday, November 26  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #21
Thursday, November 27  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #22
Friday, November 28  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #23
Saturday, November 29  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #24
Sunday, November 30  Baron Landscape's Broken Hours #25

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