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Now my helmet's on; you can't tell me I'm not in space ... on the National Guard United States Enterprise.

Prepare for ECHO'S BONES.

Rulin and Rulin's sister and Amjad's family, as IDF re-occupation of Gaza City imperils the whole concept of "survival."

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Nathan

Echo’s Boner. Seriously though, psyched to hear it

Brennan Utley

Damn it Nathan I came here to make the same joke, you bastard

John Waaben

Will listen later, but I’m curious about what MSJ + everyone thinks about seminal comedian/JFK investigator Mort Sahl?

Capital Knockers

Only a third through but if your interested in the history of mainly irish folk music, you should check out the podcast fire draw near. Its mainly from old tapes with many live recordings.

Nathan

Busted out laughing at your description of a protestant pastor. There’s an awful fake “non-denominational” church near where I grew up called “iTown” (yes, named literally as if it was an Apple product) where the pastor wears Yeezys and drives a Lamborghini and preaches about how you can get closer to God as long as you donate enough money. There are several hundred people that go to that church every Sunday. Soooo god damn frightening but also sooo god damn funny

abby

I knew you were gonna say No Other. Life’s greatest fool… apparently he wrote the song No Other during a period of sobriety at his place in Mendocino, staring at the roiling ocean

David

Am I allowed to fuck myself first?

Athena

goodness a tough listen at times but the poetry discussion at the end was some relief. as sick as it was the hear my name precede the lengthy discussion of pederasty it very much demands consideration in the rape-world we occupy. i feel sick with it. on that note i have a short something i've been meaning to write and share about the use of children in gravity's rainbow

Paul Bareham

'Heigh-Ho' is pronounced high ho in this instance. It's what the Seven Dwarves sing as they go to work.

David

but also, to ask a less important question, any chance you (or anyone out there) know of any good books about the first & second great awakenings? I've been working on a thought/writing related to melville, revelation, and apocalypse, and I think a better understanding of what exactly was going on in early american evangelicalism will be useful. also is this (http://thestonenyc.com/) the Stone you were referring to in NYC?

AJ McKenna

Such a good episode and it's lovely to hear you sounding in better health than last week. I actually listened to this twice because two questions occurred to me during the first listen which I told myself I'd ask after I did something else and then of course forgot. But listening back to (part of it so far) has unlocked one of them, which is have you heard anything by any of the modern UK jazz groups which feature Shabaka Hutchings? He's mostly known for The Comet Is Coming, who are good, but I really dig one of his other outfits, Sons of Kemet, who do angry political jazz which sounds like the soundtrack to the Brixton uprising.

Salt.

Just for the sake of pedantry: the Reivers are the scary bad guys from the series Firefly, not Battlestar Galactica.

Dan

Please do a Protestant episode. I thought I was traumatized after two decades of that shit but hearing you talk about Catholicism makes me feel like a fraud.

arden wezenberg

Could anyone tell me where the artwork in the episode cover is from? Looking forward to listening to this one.

agentmule

Echo's Bones ftw!

Byron’s Glowing Filament

Didion as a republican reminds me of Oedipa’s comment to Metzger after the play. Helps me put that one into context.

Michael McGroarty

I bit hard on Brian Catling and didn’t let go until I had three of his poetry books. The person who sold them to me was Nicholas Johnson, he was a fine poet who knew Brian Catling and Iain Sinclair, he ran poetry festivals during the 90’s all round England. We met in a little park in Bethnal Green and I figured he’d pass me Brian’s books and want to be on his way but we ended up walking laps of the park for an hour. He struck me as a scatty, earnest, intelligent man. He hadn’t gotten Late Harping (a thin book of Brian’s) ready in time for our meeting so he said he would send it along to me. A lot of his friends who had been poets had died over the years and he told me poetry associations were painful for him. But he offered to send along any other books in his inventory with Late Harping, so I asked for two, but he sent four, and one of them was an Ed Dorn book called ‘Westward Haut’. A day or so before receiving them I was watching a lecture by Ammiel Alcalay and he mentioned an Ed Dorn book called ‘The Shoshoneans’ and then wham, a Dorn book came in the mail. I asked him about Brian, because they were friends, and he said he was a deeply kind man who was very funny, and that he had never seen Iain so sorrowed as he was at Brian’s funeral. “They were like brothers,” he told me. I was reluctant to ask more, tact outweighing my curiosity. But Nicholas did say to me when Brian first saw his little dog he said “That’s not a dog that’s a toilet brush!”. He told me a thousand names and I stupidly made no notes, preferring to enjoy his company and the massive unlikelihood of holding A Court of Miracles in my unworthy hands. He messaged me subsequently and maybe the poet's names would interest you Michael. One is John Seed. The other is George Oppen. You’ve likely heard/read them both. But to swine like me they were glorious new names. I found Seed’s works at Shearsman Books which has a fucking massive inventory. My own attempts at poetry have been vastly improved by reading poetry that serially baffles me. The poetic exegesis seems to happen not in my everyday, thin experience but in the fat experience of dumbly looking at the evening sky or in the hybrid ultra-atmospheres that live between not-wake not-sleep, what do you call that, but somewhere in the gas of that threshold poems make some kind of sense. You mentioned wanting to know a little more of Iain’s birthplace in a previous Q&A, and maybe his monograph ‘Black Apples of Gower’ might help there. It was published by Little Toller Press. It’s a gorgeous little thing. Every time I hear you talk about poetry I feel so happy. No one I know could give a shit about poetry. Each to their own, I suppose. I just don’t think I’d have bones without language. I’d be a squall of flesh dying under dawn. No point getting up if nothing can be imagined and reimagined. From ‘Pleiades In Nine’, number 4: “There is that green washed calm in panels of wind, the skull its compass fluid sick bobbing to rest with wind with names. A direction blessed in body time.”

Philip Wailes

NYC based jazz musician here — the grant money for the original The Stone ran out around 2017/2018 I believe and it shut down. There still is a concert series called “the stone” happening through The New School, but obviously it is not the same thing…I was obsessed with YouTube videos for The Stone before I moved out here, when I was in undergrad in the Midwest. Stuff I was obsessed with usually oriented around Vijay Iyer, Steve Lehman, Tyshawn Sorey, Jen Shyu, all people associated with Steve Coleman who imho is one of the most truly original jazz musicians of the last fifty years, though unfortunately a huge pervert/predator. Truly heartbroken to have never been able to attend a show at the original venue. If there’s a place anywhere like that in the city at this point I’m unaware of it.

Escheloned Confusions

Please please do a Protestantism episode! Especially on the fundamentalist evangelicals. As an ex-Protestant, ex-Non-Denominational, ex-"it's not a religion, it's a relationship!" ex-Fundie ex-Christian, I'm interested in hearing an ex-Catholic's perspective on it. The more I think back on my upbringing in it, the weirder and more fucked up it seems to me now. One funny thing about our sect of Prot's was we called *everyone* else a cult. Catholicism was the Cult of the Pope (or Cult of Symbolism and Ritual), Mormonism was the Cult of Joseph Smith, and on and on. Walter M Martin's book The Kingdom of the Cults solidified this viewpoint. Looking back on it, I think that was a bit of clever inoculation: our church was actually a cult in many ways, but on the inside, externalizing the term cult meant it was harder to apply it to our own Religion That's Not A Religion, Denomination That's Non-Denominational, Cult That's Not a Cult. Our church walls were white, all bare except for a wooden, un-decoratored cross behind the pulpit. Our worship music was all organ and piano, never a mote of rock-and-roll instrumentation in the amber vault of the 18th and 19th centuries, and any artistic expression must be sufficiently plain to maximize humility and aesthetic piety. There was an American flag in our church, too, and something called an "AWANA flag." My church had a 3rd-12 youth group program called AWANA (an acronym taken from 2 Tim. 2:15, Approved Workmen Are Not Ashamed), in which the kids in our church and some other Christian churches in the area would play games, memorize and recite Bible verses, and then hear a sermon at the end. This video is a pretty good overview of AWANA and its history: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7KqeVXtvtc. If you did all of the workbooks and memorized enough verses, you could earn a scholarship to a Christian university. We'd have to wear uniforms too. At the beginning of each AWANA meeting, there'd be a flag ceremony where the American and AWANA/Christian flags are marched in, and we'd all say the American pledge of allegiance, and then we'd say the AWANA pledge: "I pledge allegiance to the AWANA flag, which stands for the AWANA clubs, whose goal is to reach boys and girls with the gospel of Christ, and train them to serve Him." There was also a version that ended with "One savior, crucified, risen, and coming again with life and liberty for all who believe." There was a song too, we'd sing it after the pledge, it ended with: "His banner over us, in service glorious, We’ll fight victorious for Christ our King! YOUTH ON THE MARCH!" That seemed pretty innocuous at the time when I was in it, but what the fuck was going on there?? That's really fucked up cult shit to be doing with children, and I'm so glad I got out! I think I got indoctrinated as a kid into basically an american hitler youth program for christian nationalism. Sorry this is getting long, but I'm in therapy now to work through a lot of the traumatizing shit I internalized in that environment. Love the show, can't wait to hear Echo's Bones

John Waaben

I’m excited to see what you’re cooking up about Gravity’s Rainbow and children, Michael. I’ve been reading up briefly on Hanna Reitsch and her test piloting manned V1 suicide cruise missiles + the separate testing of Natter manned surface to air missile … though they called that one an “interceptor”. Lot to tackle under the surface psychologically, along with the wooden jet plane “Volksjäger”. Some Wunderwaffe, huh?

dingo ate ya bussy

the Reivers (Reavers?) in Firefly (not galactica) are characterized as self multilating cannibalistic interplanetary beserkers…just like the real thing

Faroose

Jeff Baxter played pedal steel on those Steely Dan records

This is Pharmacist

As a white guy who was born and has lived out most of my life in the Appalachian mountains I can say without a doubt most people say they are from *The Mountains not from "Applachia" I never heard anyone local ever say that word, identify as Applachian maybe but never the word Appalachia. I grew up going to see to Doc Watson play live shows at elementary school gyms, and other just as talented but nameless folk music hillbillies, a very different cultural strain from the Nasheville country star.

kallampero

as shocked as I am delighted to hear you speak fondly of Steely Dan, and especially, the guitar solo on Reelin' in the Years. I always thought that was Warren Zevon, but I guess I was wrong.

ggmacd

Honoured to have my Stupid Questions as the episode closer, but dismayed to hear your voice sounding discernibly 2 points higher on the pain scale when answering them.

ggmacd

The metasolution in your case may be that the choice is irrelevant, because you could marry any cumboy and if the consummation of that marriage involves oral on your part you will probably also kill him when you fuck him. Btw, you're right that jaw tightness is related to inner ear issues. Worth looking into treatments like botox if you haven't already. If no medical professional has ever gone into this with you it's not because it doesn't exist or matter, it's because the medical profession as a rule does not know or care about musculoskeletal issues. They are cosmically uninterested in the kind of practical rehabilitation that could do anything for anyone. The two buttons they have here are "call patient fat" and "do nothing"

droning muffler

Love Lud Heat/Suicide Bridge, would love an ep on those + maybe a What Was Up w William Blake

Anthony

This show sucks man

Jack of all Fades

Yeonmi Park was exactly who came to mind when you began mentioning the ops funding defectors and gulag archipelago.

Kamran Husain

doing a yoamni park but for poland

Thomas Welsh

check out every swans record post 2012 for completely insane pedal steel usage

MRSAful Fate

Can't really argue with the artistic output of the Catholic Church. I grew up a good ol American evangelical protestant and the artistic output of that denomination, inasmuch as there is any, is fucking grotesque.

Nic Bodiford

Can you share the Sinclair reference to your book?