Showing posts with label outsider. Show all posts
Showing posts with label outsider. Show all posts

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Tucker Theodore



This stuff is it. To Make The Sun Hurt is a chunk of bedroom noise folk outside stuff that sounds exactly like it should. You can get a limited cassette copy of this record over at Antiquated Future

Monday, December 23, 2013

god|screaming|breathing

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Bad Turkey

"The first (and most definitely worst) LP by Isaac Jacobs & The Abrahams"

Pretty much what'd you'd expect when you search Archive.org's audio section for "Bad Turkey" and scroll down through four pages of "podcasts". An acoustic guitar and the occasional vocal accident. Track 5, "mad cow disease," is kinda nice in the way that, for me, this kind of thing can be kind of nice. I'd prefer somebody singing on it. Track 7 is "Turkey Jerky is Bad", and that's how we ended up here, in this terrible place, right now.

Wonder if they have a "last (and most definitely not as bad as that) LP" anywhere?

The Abrahams Unplugged (July 7, 2007) - Their sixth LP. More produced. Still pretty terrible. Intentionally so, I think. They reprise "Retard on a Guitar" from that first album here, called "Still a Retard on a Guitar". Definitely something has improved here, but this guy, when he sings, still insists on sounding like one of my kids trying to annoy me. And who knew? With a song title like "Do Not Sniff (fff) 2007" I would expect something meaningful. (to be fair, some of you know my background - if it weren't for the intentionally annoying vocal I'd enjoy this.) The track immediately after it - "Nineteen Ninety Three" - this is better. Much better. Backwards voices, whispers, some nice layers of atmospheric acoustic guitars. I'll leave it there.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Mar-Tie

Mar-Tie's story:

Ned Martin Stringham was my grandfather. He was a grandfather in the cliché way. The kind of man you'd want for your grandpa. As a child he'd spoil me with presents and dollar bills when my family would visit him in Utah.

He loved country music and would take my grandmother dancing. Ned Stringham was the father of six girls. He worked many jobs, but his favorite was the Recreational Coordinator at the State Hospital in Provo, Utah. Ned taught me at an early age to refer to the place he worked as the 'State Hospital' and not the 'Mental Institution.'

Later in life, when I visited Ned at the State Hospital, I went to see him not as an employee in the Recreation Department but as a patient in the geriatric ward.

Ned was severely bipolar and when he didn't take his medication he became maniacally convinced that he was no longer Ned Martin Stringham (grandpa, husband and father) but Mar-Tie, Country Western Superstar. While seemingly harmful looking, off of his medication, Mar-Tie was a danger to himself and to others. This is why he was committed to the State Hospital.

It was difficult to enjoy the music he created because of the mental and financial anguish these recordings put on my family. He blew through lifesaving's hiring bands to back up his songs. He'd leave my grandmother for long periods of time to record his music. Once he returned with a new van, convinced he needed to purchase this vehicle so his band could tour America. A week or two later, the van was repossessed.

He recorded thousands of songs and had boxes and boxes of cassette tapes with his music and musings. However, his wife, daughters, grandchildren, myself didn't recognize or appreciate the oddness of our wacky relative. Nearly all of his music has been lost. He stored his cassette tapes at random storage units throughout Utah. Never remembering to pay his bills, the cassette tapes were probably sold for pennies at warehouse auctions.

After Mar-Tie died, I collected the few tapes he had in his room and played them for my friend Penny who had a show on the public radio station KRCL in Salt Lake City. She played some of Mar-Tie's music over the air and people (not many, but a few) began requesting other songs by Mar-Tie. One listener, Blair Sterrett who also had a radio show (on KWCR/Weber States 88.1 FM in Utah) asked for a copy of Mar-Tie's music. Blair then sent Mar-Tie to Otis Fodder and that's how, a few years after Mar-Tie's death, that he became unearthed.

Maybe one day more songs will surface, but for now these are the complete recordings of my avant garde grandfather, Mar-Tie, Country Western Superstar. - Phil Jacobsen


so, this is pretty much a band in a can keyboard stuff with Mar-Tie singing. There's 3 hours of music here.

here's a sample of something d/l from a tape called The Voice of God. This is side A, track 1 and it is 17 minutes long. She says that the pearl ring has a flaw in it, in it. what are we gonna do about it?

This is interesting stuff for those that are sort of fascinated with mental illness and music.

here's the whole shebang.

sorry no .zip

"The indians are thinkin' about it with their flutes, with bells on." -Mar-Tie

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Demovangelis - The Duty of 3 in 1

Picked this up from  the artist himself handing them out from a shoebox on the street. Outsider Prog Metal? Maybe. This guy records all his stuff one instrument at a time on a portastudio in his apartment. I think the guitars are real, but everything else sounds like a keyboard or drum machine. The guy has talent, his arrangements are at times complex and crazy. If you're up for a weird adventure with slight biblical overtones (ok, there's more than a slight amount of Jesus is great here) that sort of sounds like what might happen if the guy that writes all the Iron Maiden songs lived alone in an apartment, did a lot of drugs, and recorded everything with keyboard then this is the adventure for you.

I'll try to get the cover and liner notes posted too.

d/l (vbr zip)

or visit the archive.org page

or stream it:

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Outsider Tuesday Night

wow bob wow. COCO the loopy clown. this guy sort of sings like Beefheart. It is worth your time to make it to the second song on here, Shiny Side of Purple, it is really good, like giving me chills good. Of course, I'm kind of a weirdo.

No Heavy Trucking

Kenneth Higney is awesome.