The Freedom Suite - Sonny Rollins (1958)

"Dérive" Part 1 (Remastered) - Vincent le Masne & Bertrand Porquet (1976)

Working Class Hero (Live) - Marianne Faithfull (2000)

Leo Tolstoy

8/28/1828 - 11/10/1910

Wound (for Heather Heyer) - Black Kaspar (2017)

Live at the Mammoth's small outdoor stage, Louisville KY 8/17/2017

This was, of course, the Thursday after the weekend of the Charlottesville fiasco. 

I was on the road between Traverse City and Louisville on that Saturday, and Sharri and I had stopped for some food and a beer in Grand Rapids; we learned about the shitstorm by checking our phones while we were waiting for our orders. We were horrified to find what was going down . . . by that time Heather's death had been confirmed, and the police had "a person of interest" in custody. The next day we marched with BLM down Broadway in Louisville.

Everyone still had that feeling of dread Thursday when the show rolled around (hell, as I write this, two weeks after the event, the dread still hasn't abated one bit). I toyed with going into a rant at the start of the set, but there was no point in me yelling at my friends, so I let it go. Along those same lines, I had no specific intention of reflecting the events of the time in our set, but we're improvisers: at some point, if you are honest with improv music, what is in your head is coming out. 

Our usual trio was augmented by Insect Policy's Brian Manley on bass (I wish he had been a tad more present on the recording, because he had it on lock that night). The Mammoth is an old abandoned/repurposed warehouse in a largely deserted industrial area off Broadway at 13th. We were playing on the small outdoor stage that night in support of New Orleans's Cult Wife. The outdoor stages are literally cut into overgrowth created by weed trees that had been let go for decades without culling. The paths carved out were illuminated with Christmas lights; there was lighting and small torches (oddly recalling the tiki torches of the Friday Charlottesville white supremacist march, but recontextualized) everywhere in the grove, creating an otherworld/fairieworld vibe in the low canopy. So: you roll up to the grassed over parking lot, you park, then pass by a table set up at the entrance to a two track lane that goes back into the undergrowth. When you get back in, you follow the paths cut into a close tree canopy and lit with torches and small colored lights. Well back into the grove is set a small stage.

Thunderstorms had been pounding Louisville all day Thursday, but by 8 pm the storms had moved through. What hadn't moved through, however, were the temperatures clocking in at just under 90 degrees at 100% humidity. The air was so thick that I had to take my glasses off, disorienting me even further. There was a thin layer of wet grit on the stage that I had to set my pedals and cords in to; it was so damp that I was almost sure that my amp would start acting like it was submerged in water. The simple act of setting up my equipment left me completely drenched, with water/sweat pouring off my body. At that point I decided to leave my good guitar in its case, grateful for the fact that I ponied up 40 bucks for a beater electric earlier in the summer. Jeff (the drummer) decided to set up on the ground in front of the stage: somebody had to set up in the wet grit, and it best not be people connected to sources of electricity. 

We set up quickly. Chris tuned up his guitar; in spite of the fact that I had a tuner in my abbreviated signal chain, I decided to go with a detuned guitar instead. A very brief level check on the strings (20 seconds or so), and we were off. About twenty minutes later we were done.

I don't spend a lot of time discussing politics with my bandmates, though I know where they stand. As I noted earlier, we had no intention of making a political statement, and I don't even know that it necessarily ended up being a political statement, at least not to the degree that we were MAKING A STATEMENT. Politics, however, are inescapable, and become even moreso at crisis points. And this, clearly, qualifies as a crisis point. Just living is political, and in times like this, everything political gets amplified, while the apolitical gets contextualized and mapped upon the political. The sounds we put out drew from the air, and projected back into the air. Politics is in the air; we inhaled and exhaled.

Titling improvised music is an odd task. I'm okay at it, but Jeff is better, so I'll probably be subcontracting that job out to him more in the future. In this case, though, the title seems apt to me: this is an injured howl, a raw wound radiating pain into the swamped dark of a Louisville August night. I hesitated before dedicating it to martyred Heather Heyer - such a move reeks of exploitation, even if not deliberate - but in the end, I wanted to say her name. I was also inspired by No Hate, the Wolf Eyes tribute, which (to my mind) stands as some of their very best work. They too exposed the raw wound opened by the blade of oppression, they too chose not to dance around the elephant in the room.

In the end, I believe that "Wound" is upfront about the pain, but more defined by a snarl not unlike the snarl of the anarcho-kitty that I chose as the visual representation of the song. And when it's done, it fades away into the night . . . just another howl blunted by heavy atmosphere, just another faded voice in the Louisville dark. Just another dead soldier memorialized in a manner forever inadequate.

John Lee Hooker

In Rotation: State Fair Days

Cecil Taylor - Erzulie Maketh Scent
Tony Williams Lifetime - Emergency
Frank Zappa - Meat Light: The Uncle Meat Project/Object
Scott Walker/Sunn O))) - Soused
Sean Price - Imperius Rex
Wes Montgomery - The Incredible Jazz Guitar of Wes Montgomery
David Nance - Negative Boogie
John Coltrane - Bye Bye Blackbird
Boris - Akuma no Uta
Wolf Eyes - No Hate
Sun Ra - The Soul Vibrations of Man
Feral Ohms - s/t
Shostakovich - Symphony 8 in C Minor, Op. 65 (Stuttgart Radio Symphony Orchestra, Andrey Boryko)
Glenn Gould - The Acoustic Orchestrations - Works by Scriabin and Sibelius
Junior Kimbrough - Meet Me in the City

Nate Archibald (being defended by Norm Van Lier)

God Of Nicaragua (Live at Hi Hat, La) - Feral Ohms (2017)

Joe Strummer

8/21/1952 - 12/22/2002

F#@&ing Crony Capitalism, How Does It Work? (Part 1)

Seems like the Pepe the Frog types have stopped posting the crony capitalism scare rants lately because, well duh, it's no longer a problem since the black guy has left office. But like magnets, crony capitalism can be a mysterious thing, especially to people who post memes that claim to refute global warming by showing that the earth used to be warmer in the past. So what is crony capitalism?

Donald has a very successful business manufacturing and marketing doodads. As a matter of fact, Donald is the most successful purveyor of doodads in the world. He got his start when he was very young, thanks to his family: his dad was an important builder of thingamajigs, and turned the small family business into a national thingamajigs empire. Pops is now retired; eldest brother Horatio claimed his birthright and runs the business, which still chugs along at a reasonable pace, if not quite as bullish as before. Donald, the second in line, decided he wanted to break away from the family business and make his own way in the world: so, with Pops's blessing (and a large stake which represented Donald's share of the family fortune), Donald struck out on his own and started building and selling doodads. The early days were a trial, and there were a lot of lean times . . . but with his business acumen, dedication, and strong family manufacturing background, Donald managed to persevere. Of course, being more or less fully capitalized and debt-free from the very beginning sure did help out.

Thirty years down the road, Donald is a doodad titan. Once he slogged through the first ten years with very little to show for it, he was established in the market; and then he was able to reap the rewards of his good fortune. Donald's doodad empire rivalled the thingamajig empire that bore the family name.

Lately though, Donald has faced competition. There have been inexpensive imported doodads for a while, but they've only made inroads within the last five years. Before that, Donald was able to maintain the public perception of the superiority of his "original, authentic, made-in-America" doodads over the cheaper imports: but now, his PR edge was eroding as fast as his profit margins. Online reviews are hammering home the message that the imported doodads, which come from places like Vietnam, India, and China, are very nearly as good as Donald's doodads at almost half the price. Some contrarians even assert that the Indian doodads might just be a little better. Donald has been leaning on his advertising boys (and they are, by and large, boys) for a while now to slow down the erosion of his market share . . . but with the "new media", customer reviews, and the interwebs, which give any moron with a laptop the forum to say what he thinks he knows, controlling marketing message becomes a futile exercise not unlike herding cats. So now, thirty years in, Donald either has to make changes, or sell his business, unless he wants to risk losing it and everything he has built.

Just as anyone who finds their cash cow slowly dying in the fields would do, Donald hires a guy (yup, another guy) with university accredited initials after his name to help him come up with a solution. After signing a six-figure retainer, this guy calls upon the vast reserves of knowledge imparted to him at great expense by the university, and comes up with a solution: cut costs. Donald, duly impressed with the sagacity of this suggestion, promptly empanelled three more guys (yup!), also at six figure retainers, to help him streamline the business. Donald was going to turn his doodad empire into lean, mean, manufacturing machine. Donald was going to save money, no matter what the cost.

It is here where Donald's friend George comes in. Donald has known George for a while, ever since George dated Donald's younger sister in high school. The relationship didn't last long, but George managed to continue to be friendly with the family afterwords. When George, a promising young mathematician and design aficionado, decided to matriculate, he followed Donald's advice and went to his alma mater. Once at school, George decided to pledge a fraternity, so naturally he chose the same elite fraternity that Donald joined, and enlisted Donald's help in getting his pledge. During and after college, George attended the same church as Donald and his family, though Donald was a much more avid churchgoer than the somewhat ambivalent and apathetic George. Donald and George were not exactly close, and Donald tended to run in somewhat more monied circles than George, but still there was plenty of overlap in their social life. Whenever Donald and George inevitably ran into each other at a church mixer or an alumni club shindig, they would step up to the cash bar and order (J & B and soda for Donald, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale for George), then spend some time commiserating about the ol' college football program, city government, the new downtown arena, or whatever it is that crossed the mind of two above-working-class guys of roughly the same age. Donald and George were never close, but they were always chummy, and both seemed to somewhat enjoy the limited encounters they had with each other.

When George, fresh out of school, needed a job, he (naturally!) tapped Donald as his mentor, and Donald found him an entry level job at the company that manufactured the widgets that were necessary for the production of Donald's doodads. Privately, Donald confided to George that the company was becoming moribund, and that maybe a bright young kid like George could restore some vitality to the company. Sure enough, after George had been there a handful of years, the original owner of the widget company, deciding that he had had it with the rat race, announced that he was looking for a buyer. Donald, without actually putting in any of his own money, managed to help George line up the financing to get the job done . . . so here was George, at a tender young age, owner of his own (somewhat stagnant) company, up to his eyeballs in debt, but with a friend . . . or maybe close acquaintance is more accurate? . . . as his main customer and, presumably, benefactor. Indeed, with the rising power of Donald's doodad business, George's widget business flourished. And while he still wasn't quite in Donald's social circle, he did manage to get flush, and pick up a boat, vacation home, nice cars, and private school for his kids to boot.

When Donald's cost cutting team started their work, George was producing widgets for Donald at 30 cents apiece, and delivering orders every six weeks. Donald never really bothered with George's pricing before, since the business was booming, and George was delivering his orders on time. But the cost cutting team insisted that George needed to deliver his widgets at a lower price, and faster as well, since they ultimately hoped to ramp up production at Donald's plant. Donald held out against this cost cutting move, since he didn't want to squeeze his friend George, but after the cost cutting team did their work on Donald's foreign suppliers, after they cut the work force and squeezed every penny out of everyone left on the factory floor, George was the only expense left. So, Donald made a call:

     Hey Georgie, it's Don. How you doin'?
     Don, what's up? What can I do for you today, pal?
     Well George, you know I got these damn kids with their fancy degrees down in accounting looking at all my books. We've been fighting against all this shit coming from Asia for years now, you know that, we've talked about it before. Anyway, these sons of bitches are telling me we're spending too much damn money making our shit. So we gotta cut costs, right?
     Sure, I know what you mean, bud.
     I know you do, you're the man, you know what is going down. Thing is, we've cut costs as much as we can on the factory floor - we've managed to keep the damn unions out, which, thank God, literally, right? - but still, we squeezed it as much as we could, and we're still not in what those little shitheals calls "the green zone".
     Sounds rough, Don.
     Shit, you don't know the half of it, Georgie. Anyway, now they're looking at my suppliers, and they tell me I got to start going overseas for my parts.
     (Silence on the line as George tries to process what Don is trying to say . . . is Don dropping his account? After a moment, Don continues)
     Now Georgie, you know me. There ain't no point in making these damn doodads if I gotta make 'em out of all foreign parts. May as well close the fuckin' doors, 'cause it ain't happening. I told 'em 'Georgie's my man, he'll stay my man'. Together we can lick this, right?
     Sure, Don. But I'm not clear what you want out of me here.
     You gotta sharpen your pencil, friend. You gotta help me out here. They want to open up this job for bid, but I told 'em no. But you gotta help me out, Georgie. You gotta sharpen your pencil.
     'Sharpen my pencil'? Exactly what are we talking about here, Don?
     You gotta give me a break, Georgie. They want to open it up to bids, but I told 'em no. I told 'em you would tighten it up.
     Okay, but what exactly do you need?
     Just sharpen that pencil, George, and get back to me. Let me know what you can do it for, let me know how much of a break you can give me. If it's good enough, we can keep it out of bid, but you really gotta squeeze it for me.
     Okay, Don, I'll see what I can do.
     Great George, I knew you would. No worries. How soon can you get back to me?
     Gimme a week, Don. I'll sit down with accounting and see what I can do. But you need to know, Don, I'm not ripping you off. You're getting a good price. I don't know how much I can come down.
     Sure, sure, Georgie. Do what you can, I'm sure it will be good enough. But get serious about it, okay? These guys ain't foolin'.
     You got it, Don. We'll talk again in a week.

George is a smart guy; after reading between the lines, he's pretty sure that Donald would drop his account in a heartbeat if another supplier comes in cheaper. And as far as "keeping it out of bid", George knows better, even believing that Donald already had quotes on his desk. Now George knew that the widgets he produced for Don were unique parts, and that even his foreign competition used US widgets in their doodads, so the "foreign suppliers" weren't a threat, but he figured there were people around the area who were. So, after "sharpening his pencil", he decided he could give Donald his widgets for 25 cents apiece, and drop the turnaround time to four weeks. He called Donald and gave him the news.

     Well, that's great Georgie, that's a pretty good price. Now those guys, they went behind my back, they did, and they got some prices. Now two of the guys, they were in the same neighborhood, one of the guys was at 23 cents and four weeks, another guy comes in at 25 but says he can roll an order in three weeks. But all that, that's water under the bridge, 'cause even though you're a little higher, you're the devil we know, if you'll pardon the expression. We know you, you know the business and they aren't beating you by enough to make the change. So that's good.
     Great, Don, so we're good at that price? I'll get you an official quote emailed today. I don't know how I'm going to do it, that's a big price drop, but I'll make it happen.
     Wait, not so fast, Georgie. I said you beat two of the quotes . . .
     Actually the last time I talked to you, the job wasn't even up for bid, but go ahead.
     That's all the guys down in accounting, you know me, we're good. But what I'm saying here is that you're okay with two of the bids, but we got this guy Chester down the road a bit, he came in at 19 cents and three weeks turnaround. I mean that . . . that's hard to ignore.
     Wait, Chester? I never heard of that guy, and I know everyone who makes widgets.
     He's new, just opening up, says he can be ramped up by the end of the month. Me, I don't know how he's going to do it, but he says he can.
     There's no way, Don. There's no way a new shop pulls that off, unless he's using slave labor. No way.
     I know, Georgie. I mean, it kinda looks like he is using slave labor, if you know what I mean. And if I go with this guy, I guarantee you, we'll be sorry, and we'll be back to you at the higher price before the year's up. But we gotta give that deal a shot. That puts us where we need to be.
     So that's it, I've lost the bid?
     No, George. You and me, right now, we're just talking. Far as I know, you haven't submit a bid, I can give you until the end of the week, then we gotta decide, because every day we put this off, the more money we loose.
     That price is not realistic, Don. There's no way Chester pulls this off.
     I know, George, I know. But we gotta make a move. Here's the bottom line: the winning bid is going to be 19 cents per unit with three week turnaround. Beyond that, a more experienced shop obviously has an advantage over a new shop, especially one we've worked with before.
     Well, I might be able to come down a few pennies a unit . . .
     George, the bar has been set. Get back to me later in the week and let me know if you are the man.

So George is stuck: he has to meet Donald's price, since Donald is his only real customer. George still had a few side jobs, but those would barely cover his boat payments, much less payroll. His only chance is to lay off staff, knock a bunch of the remaining workers back to part time and cut their insurance, and then hire new part timers to double production capacity, George knew over the long run this wasn't sustainable, but he had to buy time to cultivate new jobs, to diversify his income. He was in a corner.

By the end of the week, he had lined up new materials suppliers to cut his costs. He had started outlining the timing on the layoffs. He emailed Donald his quote, providing widgets at 19 cents each with a three week turnaround. He hoped Donald wouldn't notice that he removed the clause guaranteeing a defective rate below three percent on his widgets, since he felt it was unlikely that he would hit that goal with a new, cheaper materials supplier and a faster assembly line with inexperienced part timers and disgruntled vets. He couldn't believe that any body else made that guarantee anyway.

But, because he was Donald's crony, he had the contract, and Chester did not.
 

Yes, Virginia, there is a part two. We will link to it here as soon as it is posted.

Demonic Velocities/20,000,000 Volts - The Flying Luttenbachers (1995)

Bob Mitchum

Oscar Robertson, Indianapolis Crispus Attucks alum

Negus - Sean Price featuring DOOM, Ike Eyez (2017)

George McGinnis

Heather Heyer Rest in Power

Times are Bad - Paul Sturm (1982)

Paul Sturm addresses the state of affairs in 1982. This was at the front end of Jim Manion's Son of Segments cassette compilation, a hugely influential part of my youth.

Paul has been mailing out CDRs of his new work lately, and it is deep. Angels and Threads have been in heavy rotation. His work is so real . . . much love to Paul.

Decisions' Empty Nest - Tropical Trash (2017)

Leaving Leelanau County today, heading back to Louisville . . . different body of water, very different place. When I'm away, I always want to be in Michigan; but given a choice, I would always choose Louisville. Back in the middle of August, still time to hang out at the pool before the end of the season.

Larry Bird

"I no yr down there mouse"

miss my girl - does that make me a sad pathetic cat person?

In Rotation: On the Shore

Bo Diddley - Black Gladiator
Duke Ellington - Far East Suite
Alex Chilton - Set
Prince - 1999
Marianne Faithful - Broken English
Mekons - Curse of the Mekons/Fun 90
Giant Sand - Chore of Enchantment
Paul Sturm - Angels, Threads
Hank Williams - Maximum Hank mixtape
Ennio Morricone - Moses the Lawgiver OST
Country Teasers - The Empire Strikes Back
Adeptive Radiation - 4 CDs with indecipherable titles
Alice Coltrane - Transfiguration, Journey in Satchidananda
John Coltrane - Olé Coltrane
T Rex - Electric Warrior
The Rolling Stones - Exile on Main Street

Black Kaspar Live

Solace of Other

colors are transmissions

    you said

transmissions from somewhere else

you always crave transmissions 

from somewhere else

shortwave radio broadcasts

rife with the chi of center earth

public access television

from deep in a rainforest

snippets of exotic musics 

  raining down

  dust from the stars . . . 

you sit tucked into a corner

your face pressed against a small window

wanting another street

    magical, luminescent

other –

you would leave your room, go

  down into that gray street,

have someone stake you bus fare,

  if only you knew where to go

Political Song for Bernie Sanders to Sing

2nd rate Debussy piano on the public station at the
used bookstore, liberal declamation & outrage

this shit litters the clean streets of
high tax bracket enclaves like
biodegradable coffee cups from Starbucks-like
places that defiantly claim they are not Starbucks

& that liberal hippie on your timeline
sez that once an old black homeless man said to him
“you’re not white because of your opinions and politics”
well, except for that one called liberalism
which makes it possible to say nonsensical shit like this

I write this poem as if it matters,
because it does until it doesn’t.
What is over and done when the pen lifts?
Done is never a thing,
poems are never a thing.

I dare not say “they”
for it is the “we” in whose crimes
the “I” is implicated
with only make-believe distance as alibi;
Bernie Sanders tears off his shirt and screams
IT IS YOU WHO SAY I AM
but it wasn’t me.

Today we hit the road north!

Transgender Law Center Day at bandcamp

By now you probably are all familiar with the fact that bandcamp will be donating proceeds for all downloads on August 4th to the Transgender Law Center. Black Kaspar will also join the party by donating the proceeds for ALL DOWNLOADS THROUGH AUGUST 15th to the Transgender Law Center. Of course, all Black Kaspar downloads are "pay what you will", so if you only have ten bucks, go ahead and download everything if you want, pay ten bucks for one of them, and we'll kick the ten bucks over to TLC. AND, to tempt you even further, we will be releasing a new album, Radiate, on August 4th.

There is also a good list of trans/non-binary artists on the bandcamp site, so make sure to check out as well . . . and don't forget friends of Critter Lore such as Harpy, Equipment Pointed Ankh, Teal Grapefruit, Panopticon, The Bassholes, Lather Sommer Duo, and many more. It's not like you can buy a revolution, but you can put together a good soundtrack and help some people while you're waiting.

More from bandcamp:

Over 200 artists and labels have joined us in donating their share of sales tomorrow to the Transgender Law Center. We’ve done our best to list them all here, but if you’re a label or artist who will be making a donation, you can let people know by sharing your information in the comments below. Regardless of what you purchase, Bandcamp will be donating 100% of our share of the proceeds to the Transgender Law Center. The labels and artists listed below are making additional donations.

12XU
100% Electronica
22 Entertainment
25 Diamonds
6131 Records
86th Floor Music (Donating 100% of all sales from Friday through Sunday to TLC.)
A Sound of Thunder (Offering special vinyl release.)
The Absent City (Donating the proceeds from all August sales to TLC.)
Alexalone (Donating proceeds from newest EP to TLC.)
Alice Bag & the Sissybears (Donating all proceeds from advance release of Alice Bag & the Sissybears single “XX” to TLC.)
alt255
All Dinosaurs
Allison Weiss
Already Dead Tapes & Records
Allysen Callery
Amadeus Records
Amigo/Amiga (Donating 100% of digital and 10% of physical to TLC.)
Amy Kucharik
Anneka
Anthony Saunders (Donating all sales in August to TLC.)
ANTI-
Aqualamb (Donating 100% of digital sales and 20% of physical to TLC.)
Art and Music
Audio Antihero Records
Audiotree
Automation Records
babygotbacktalk
Bad Bat Records
Baggage
Bary Center
base
Bedlam Tapes
Bella Union
The Bran Flakes
The Brangs (Donating 100% of proceeds from Seafoam Green to TLC.)
Brock Wilbur
BSNSS CLSS (New album The Altered States available for 24 hours, with all proceeds going to TLC.)
The Buddy System Project
Built By Snow
Buzzkill Squad
Cait Brennan
Candy Says
Captured Tracks (Offering exclusive releases from B-Boys, Alex Calder, and Lina Tullgren)
Car Seat Headrest (Releasing exclusive demo, with all proceeds going to TLC.)
Caribou
Cascine (Donating 50% of all sales to TLC.)
Casey Dienel
Cat Meat
Charlie Ulyatt
Charly Bliss
Chase Rayment
Christian Fitness
Christine Bougie
Circuits (Posting new EP early to support fundraiser.)
Claire Michelle
clipping.
Clouds Collide
Common Jack
Community Records (Donating all weekend sales, beginning Friday, to TLC.)
The Cornersmiths
Crossbill Records
Crown Larks
Cult of the Lost Cause
Curious Quail
Daniel M. Karlsson
Danny Paul Grody
Dark Horse
Dark Vision Media
Darko the Super
Datavis
Dawnings
Dear Astronaut
Deathwish Records (Donating a portion of Friday sales to TLC.)
Debra Galactica
The Deepsea Goes
Deep Sea Records
Depth & Current
Deserted Village
Devin Hoff (Donating all sales and releasing two new albums.)
Dharmata 101
The Difference Engine
Dion Lunadon
Distort//Discos
Donker (Donating all proceeds from the song “Shadow Box Butterfly” and 50% of album sales to TLC.)
Don’t Panic Records (Donating $1.00 of every sale to TLC, plus selling limited-edition hot sauce.)
Drawing Room Records
ella guro (Releasing Atoms, a collection of unreleased material, for fundraiser.)
Emily Elbert
Epitaph
Escapist Records
Euforquestra
Eric Benoit (Donating all sales and releasing exclusive single.)
Evade the Eye
Evan Greer and Friends
Ever/Never Records
EXOAURA
Exploding in Sound Records
Eyes Behind the Veil
Fact Pattern
Faith\Void
Fate vs. Free Willy
Father/Daughter Records
Fay Wolf (Donating proceeds from all digital sales to TLC.)
Fedorahead
felte.
Ferdi
First Word Records
Flannelgraph Records
Florist
FLUF
Fotocrime
Fractal Cat (Donating all sales from Friday through Sunday to TLC.)
Fun Never Starts
Gavin Prior
Gaywire
Georgie Jessup
Germany Germany
getXwell
Ghoul (Donating all sales Friday through Sunday to TLC.)
Glasfrosch
The Glitch Mob
Gold Flake Paint (“Putting something together” exclusively for Friday.)
Grace Petrie
Great Circles (Donating 100% of all digital sales, 50% of vinyl sales and 100% of all WOLF EDM vinyl sales to TLC.)
Great Grandpa
Greenleaf Music
Grotesque Organ Defilement
Hallelujah the Hills
Hang In There Records
Hardly Art
Hausu Mountain (Donating all shipping costs and 20% of sales to TLC.)
Heather Christian & the Arbornauts
Hello June
Home Skillet Recordings
Honest Horse
Horse Lords
HUGOwho
Human Heat
Humanly (Donating 60% of all sales to TLC.)
Hyperdub
Iapetus
Iberian Juke
Idiotic Intellectual (Donating all proceeds from Resist, a compilation of previously-unreleased material, to TLC.)
ilyAIMY
Immortal Bird
The Implicit Order
Indian Jewelry
Indonesian Junk
Infinite Best
Inspected by 13 (Proceeds from new album, Thundershaft, will be donated to TLC.)
International Orange
Internet Club
io echo (Donating all proceeds from sales of new song “Harm” to TLC.)
Jackknife Seizure
Jay Regan
Jeffrey Holmes
Jennie Sadler
John Marglin & Carl Bauer
Jonathan Geer
The Judys (Donating proceeds from The Very Best of the Judys to TLC.)
Juliana Finch
Julius Eastman (Offering unreleased, exclusive single.)
Kelly Parde Cooper
Ken Reid
Kiam Records
Kill Rock Stars
King Britt
Klipspringer
kranky (Offering an exclusive new song from Grouper, with proceeds donated to trans-friendly organizations.)
Lamb’s Legs
Lamniforms
Landscape Tapes
Late Bloomer
The Late Cretaceous
Lazy Legs
Lee Rosevere
Lenny Zenith
Lich King
The Lighthouse Keeper
Liquid Library
Lonely Voyage Records
Lost Twin
LRKR
Lycanthea
Maki Yamazaki (Donating 50% of all sales to TLC.)
Mall Music (Donating 50% of all sales to TLC.)
Marc With A C
Matt Block
Matt Steady
Matthew Ashcroft
Mel Stone
Melodywhore
Merge Records (Donating 50% of sales to TLC, plus offering free mystery 7″ with the purchase of two or more vinyl LPs.)
METZ
Mexican Summer
Michael Hefner
Michael Hix (Donating all proceeds from new album, Pneuma, to TLC.)
Minorcan
Miracle of Sound
Mirror Universe Tapes (Donating proceeds from all purchases to TLC except Gimmie Tinnitus, which benefits NYCLU.)
Misbehavin’ Maidens
Mississippi Jones
Mister Vertigo
Modern Radio
mothpuppy
Museum Mouth (Donating proceeds from exclusive demos for Popcorn Fish Guinea Pig to TLC.)
Nancy Falkow
Near Mint
Nebulamigo
Neon Shudder
New Professor
Night Heron
NIKK BLVKK
Northwoods Records
Nosedive
Numero Group (Proceeds from early release of Jackie Shane’s single “Cruel Cruel World,” from the forthcoming Numero Group collection, will be donated to TLC.)
Old Flame Records
Old Lion
Once and Future Nerd
Ongakubaka Records (Donating 20% of all sales.)
Opossum Trot (Donating 50% of all sales to TLC.)
Other Electricities
Ordinal Records
Outside Music
Owen Kilfeather
Oxidant
Pangs (Proceeds from new song, “Next to Me,” will benefit TLC.)
Paper Garden Records
Paper Thin (Donating sales from 10am PST Saturday to 10am PST Sunday to Minus18 Youth.)
Patrick Turner
Patsy’s Rats (Donating 100% of digital sales.)
Paul Melancon
Perfect Scums
Personal Archives (Donating sales to TLC, with matching donation to Dubuque Rescue Mission.)
Pilgrim Omega
Pixelpussy
Polarities
Polyvinyl Records
Powi
Primitive Acoustics
Psychic Troubles Tapes
QOHELETH
Revolution I Love You
Rezbit Diortem (Donating 100% of all digital sales.)
Richard Eaton
Room 40 Records
Roommate (Donating all August sales to TLC.)
Round Whirled
Ruins of Elysium
Rum Bar Records (Donating 50% of their share of sales.)
Run For Cover
Sad13
Saddle Creek Records
Salem Wolves
Sarah Hennies (Posting exclusive, unreleased material.)
Sarah Shay
Schwebung
Seb Woodland
Self Aware Records (Also donating proceeds from Amanda X’s Giant to Women Against Abuse.)
Servant
ShyBoy (Donation 100% of proceeds from the song “He and She” to TLC.)
SINthetik Messiah (Donating 100% of sales from the past quarter, plus Friday sales to TLC.)
SLEAZY (Donating proceeds from limited-edition test pressing.)
So Is the Tongue
Soft Lashes
Sol y Momma (Donating proceeds from all sales of new album to TLC.)
The Sonder Bombs
Sophia Subbayya Vastek (Donating 100% of digital sales and 50% of CD sales to TLC from Friday to Sunday.)
Sparkler Monthly
Speedy Ortiz
Standard Issue Citizen
Static Noise Bird (Offering two exclusive songs with screenshot of Friday purchase.)
Stelliferous
Stephen Liu
Stereochemistry
The Striped Bananas
Studded Left
Sub Pop
Sunrot (Donating all first-day sales from their debut full-length to TLC.)
Swedish Columbia
Swept to See (Donating all sales from Friday through Sunday to TLC.)
Tara Jane O’Neil (Releasing exclusive live EP, with all proceeds going to TLC.)
Technikal Ted
Ted’s Dead
Tender Loving Empire
Terrance Pryor
Tim Fromont Placenti
The LSDJ (Donating all Pre-Order sales on Friday to TLC.)
Third Kind Records (Releasing “something new” on Friday for the fundraiser.)
This Is Hell
Tiny Engines
The Tired Horizon
To Live a Lie Records (Donating 50% of all sales to TLC.)
Toby Goodshank
Tofu Carnage
Tom Winckles
Tonks and the Aurors
Topshelf Records
Totally Knuts
Tru Thoughts (Donating 50% of all digital sales to TLC.)
UIQ Music
Ulrike Mod
Umm
Verses Records
Vertigo Fox (Donating proceeds from all sales from Friday to Monday to TLC.)
Victor’s Lament
Violet Crime
Voices of Where
WAKE
Wakesleep
Warehouse 86
Watching Nebula
We Are Not Trump
Wenda Rose
Wetlands
Whimsically Macabre
Whitevisitation
Wichita Recordings
William S. Braintree
Wounded Knife (Donating to Kampania Przeciw Homofobii, a non-profit organization aiming to promote legal and social equality of LGBT people in Poland.)
XETAS
Young Adults
The Zannies (Donating proceeds from new live record to TLC.)
Zontarian Moments (Donating 100% of all digital sales to TLC.)
Zoom Lens (Donating 100% of all digital, cassette, CD, and vinyl purchases to TLC.)
ZUM Audio
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Captain Beefheart - 1982 Backing Tracks

Groupies outside the practice space.

Krazy Kat, Ignatz, Officer Pup . . . by George Herriman