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bassie

from partypak.de / Partytermine: Mittwoch, 24.08.2005



Bar Sounds:



Elektra

22:00 Miss Bassie

mit Sista Luv



and of course, what i'm named for:









Move On Up! hits three



Last Saturday saw the third anniversary of monthly Move On Up! at the Cloak & Dagger, a cozy little pub just east of the main College strip focusing on vintage soul and reggae. DJ Islamabad helped out at the turntables. Instead of the underground hiphop he's known for, he dropped classic rock along with old R&B and soul.

It's a nice, no-frills, mellow night, perfect for when you've had enough of the clubs and don't want to deal with the pretentious VIP-oriented lounges that currently dominate the city's nightlife.





Smooth Move



The tiny Cloak & Dagger was packed like a can of sardines Saturday for the monthly Move On Up! party, a night that's all about classic reggae and vintage soul.

Move on Up! was joined by Shocks Almighty , whom some might recognize from behind the counter at Kops Records.

One of the great things about Move On Up! is the range of people it attracts ??? you'll often see a few local indie band members, a handful of roots reggae fanatics from the downtown scene and even DJs from the house and techno scenes.

And even though there's barely enough room to squeeze from the front door to the bar, you still find people trying to dance toward the end of the night.

Fatback

Often confused with SALT PORK (which comes from the sides and belly of a pig), fatback is the fresh (unsmoked and unsalted) layer of fat that runs along the animal's back. It is used to make LARD and CRACKLINGS and for cooking-especially in many Southern recipes. Salt-cured fatback is also sometimes available. All fatback should be refrigerated: fresh up to a week, cured up to a month.

SPlDEY

- spidey

Birdman9

Birdman9. yes homo.[/b] Reged: 11/04/03. Posts: 3446. Loc: " Whatever, Whitey."

coffinjoe

"Years before Freddy Krueger, another maniacal fiend with long fingernails stalked world cinemas for years in Brazil. Jos?? Mojica Marins, one of the most unforgettable director/actors ever, began his bizarre career in 1963 with At Midnight I'll Take Your Soul, a film shot on scraps that turned out to be a huge hit in screens across the nation. With his top hat, chiseled beard, piercing eyes, flowing black cape, and inhumanly long fingernails, Marins became a celebrity as Z?? do Caix??o, or "Coffin Joe," a self-centered man who becomes more of a demigod with each film. "

"Awakening Of The Beast: Coffin Joe
Year: 1969 length: 100 tint: Rating: Not Rated
Directed By: Jose Mojica Marins
Starring: Jose Mojica Marins
Synopsis: "Awakening of the Beast" is a deliriously psychedelic nightmare about the rise of drug use and perversion among the youth of the nation. In a series of increasingly bizarre vignettes we see all manner of depravity, from a group of finger-sniffing hippies to a lecherous movie producer seducing a young starlet. Four drug addicts are chosen out of this group to take part in an LSD experiment. What follows is the closest thing to real acid trip ever put on film--but are they under the influence of LSD or Coffin Joe? Banned by Brazil's military dictatorship for nearly 20 years, it is now considered by many to be writer-director-star Jose Mojica Marins' masterpiece."

" Underground filmmakers countered the resulting influx of government-sanctioned T& A films or ???pornochanchadas??? with unapologetically provocative low-budget films. Collectively known as Mouth of Garbage Cinema, after the slums of Sao Paolo where many were produced, movies such as "Killed the Family and Went to the Cinema," "Orgy, or the Man Who Gave Birth" and "How Tasty Was My Little Frenchman" were populated with cannibalistic doctors, cigar-chomping skulls, transvestite detectives, self-castrating men and sadistic undertakers. Artur Omar, Oswald de Andrade and others thumbed their noses at officials with images apparently influenced by Surrealism; including accidental electrocutions, people throwing cream pies, and murderous catfights set to Carmen Miranda tunes.

One of these renegades, Jose Mojica Marins - Ze Do Caixao or "Coffin Joe" to his fans - is currently storming northward with videos of his films from the 60s through the 80s, expressly subtitled in English. Of special interest is "Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind ," a mixed-media compilation of every shot officially censored from his career, prior to the restoration of democracy. This delerium consists mostly of excruciatingly depicted body piercing, satanic-looking wax candles and hefty but scantily clad belly dancers. The crowning achievement, however, is a lingering sequence of Coffin Joe himself - majestically descending a living human staircase.

Even in the 90s, Mojica upholds the motto of Sao Paolo's underground, the Udigrudi. For a garbage-picker's cinema the screen should be dirty, with only beauty pilfered from the squalor allowed. As "Cult Movies" quotes him, from one of his letters, "I breathe and drink the essence of the primitive cinema." "

Unknown

When A Man Called Warwick parted ways with the Movement crew, it seemed like a potentially foolhardy decision. Would he be able to pull enough of that scene out to his Turning Point parties? Well, judging from the packed house in the back room of the Gladstone Hotel Saturday, it's worked out well. He's defined an esoteric identity for the monthly party, and brings in guests who complement it (this week it was local vinyl junky Prince Budgster , aka Kevin Laverty ). While the rare groove and funk roots are still there, it's more about a tropical funk feeling: Afrobeat, Latin, Brazilian, calypso, ska ??? basically vintage funk from very hot places. Without much visible promotion and without famous guest DJs or a big street team, the night has acquired a regular following of dancers who come specifically to hear this take on world music.

I think every other Kevin LAverty in the world is a professor.



K.

CousinLarry

"Perfect Strangers" (1986)
... shock when he arrives unexpectedly at the door of his distant cousin, Larry.
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funky16corners

When I Googled my real name I found out that it's the same as the title of an old pipers tune from the 1700's (I had never seen the name "Larry" on anything that old before).




I also find links to this guy (no relation, thank you Jeebus..)

http://www.poetry.com/poets/LarryGrogan.html

scones

every reference on google is never my full name. more often than not its a 'rory' then later in the document my surname. but no rory falloon..

noz

Cr??ateur de Coca??ne Blunts, la mine pour tout amateur de hip-hop old school, Andrew N*******, 21 ans, n?? dans le New Jersey, animateur d'une ??mission radio, assimile l'audioblog au mixtape de l'??re digitale : ??J'aime penser que ce que je fais est une sorte de djing digital dans le long terme, si cette technologie n'??tait pas ?? ma port??e, je serais toujours en train d'enregistrer des cassettes de dub et de les fourguer de la main ?? la main, comme ?? l'??poque.?? Andrew ne poste que des morceaux rares, ??puis??s, introuvables.

From: "David D. Rogers"
Subject: Re: Bad Trader Alert
Date: Tue, 12 May 1998 14:11:44 -0700

>From: Paul Rafanello
>Subject: Bad Trader Alert
>Date: Mon, 11 May 1998 23:30:48 -0400
>
> Bad trader alert:
>
>multsanta@juno.com
>Andrew N*******

[address snipped]

>
>
>
>Paul Rafanello
>intone@warwick.net
>ICQ #: 11686727

Can you tell us why this person is a bad trader? Posting someone's address
without explaining why seems a little sleazy. Posting anyone's address
without a _very_ solid reason is sleazy, IMO, and we don't know if you have
one.

the later is from a DAT traders list, and i'm positive that i've never traded a dat in my life. especially when i was 15.

Swayze

morocco_mole sent this to me a few weeks back as a diss. having a basic name, like matt clark, does nothing to narrow down the search.

djsheep

Bushwick Bill - Interview by: Bevan Jee
by: Bevan Jee - July 2003. "Bushwick Bill is one of the most recognized and
respected artists in gangsta rap music. As a solo artist and member of Houston's ...

SonicReducer

Google image search for SonicReducer turned up lotsa Dead Boys pics...

Same search on TEAMAARON came up with:




some records I sold in 2003!

While my real name turned up quite a few cool pics:







SONIC

Mike_Bell

"Years before Freddy Krueger, another maniacal fiend with long fingernails stalked world cinemas for years in Brazil. Jos?? Mojica Marins, one of the most unforgettable director/actors ever, began his bizarre career in 1963 with At Midnight I'll Take Your Soul, a film shot on scraps that turned out to be a huge hit in screens across the nation. With his top hat, chiseled beard, piercing eyes, flowing black cape, and inhumanly long fingernails, Marins became a celebrity as Z?? do Caix??o, or "Coffin Joe," a self-centered man who becomes more of a demigod with each film. "

"Awakening Of The Beast: Coffin Joe
Year: 1969 length: 100 tint: Rating: Not Rated
Directed By: Jose Mojica Marins
Starring: Jose Mojica Marins
Synopsis: "Awakening of the Beast" is a deliriously psychedelic nightmare about the rise of drug use and perversion among the youth of the nation. In a series of increasingly bizarre vignettes we see all manner of depravity, from a group of finger-sniffing hippies to a lecherous movie producer seducing a young starlet. Four drug addicts are chosen out of this group to take part in an LSD experiment. What follows is the closest thing to real acid trip ever put on film--but are they under the influence of LSD or Coffin Joe? Banned by Brazil's military dictatorship for nearly 20 years, it is now considered by many to be writer-director-star Jose Mojica Marins' masterpiece."

" Underground filmmakers countered the resulting influx of government-sanctioned T& A films or ???pornochanchadas??? with unapologetically provocative low-budget films. Collectively known as Mouth of Garbage Cinema, after the slums of Sao Paolo where many were produced, movies such as "Killed the Family and Went to the Cinema," "Orgy, or the Man Who Gave Birth" and "How Tasty Was My Little Frenchman" were populated with cannibalistic doctors, cigar-chomping skulls, transvestite detectives, self-castrating men and sadistic undertakers. Artur Omar, Oswald de Andrade and others thumbed their noses at officials with images apparently influenced by Surrealism; including accidental electrocutions, people throwing cream pies, and murderous catfights set to Carmen Miranda tunes.

One of these renegades, Jose Mojica Marins - Ze Do Caixao or "Coffin Joe" to his fans - is currently storming northward with videos of his films from the 60s through the 80s, expressly subtitled in English. Of special interest is "Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind ," a mixed-media compilation of every shot officially censored from his career, prior to the restoration of democracy. This delerium consists mostly of excruciatingly depicted body piercing, satanic-looking wax candles and hefty but scantily clad belly dancers. The crowning achievement, however, is a lingering sequence of Coffin Joe himself - majestically descending a living human staircase.

Even in the 90s, Mojica upholds the motto of Sao Paolo's underground, the Udigrudi. For a garbage-picker's cinema the screen should be dirty, with only beauty pilfered from the squalor allowed. As "Cult Movies" quotes him, from one of his letters, "I breathe and drink the essence of the primitive cinema." "

Mike_Bell

IS THIS THE REAL BELLCITY OR AN IMPOSTER?

bassie

IS THIS THE REAL BELLCITY OR AN IMPOSTER?

I guess I always pictured you with shorter hair and less make-up.

Mike_Bell

IS THIS THE REAL BELLCITY OR AN IMPOSTER?

I guess I always pictured you with shorter hair and less make-up.

Got jokes, eh?

Salary_Diz

IS THIS THE REAL BELLCITY OR AN IMPOSTER?

I guess I always pictured you with shorter hair and less make-up.

But still painting pictures of TheMack's mom.......

bassie

IS THIS THE REAL BELLCITY OR AN IMPOSTER?

I guess I always pictured you with shorter hair and less make-up.

Got jokes, eh?

yes. yes i do. but they're not very good ones.

Mike_Bell

IS THIS THE REAL BELLCITY OR AN IMPOSTER?

I guess I always pictured you with shorter hair and less make-up.

But still painting pictures of TheMack's mom.......

Aww, hell naw

coselmed

morceaux rares

Are any of these "rare pieces" by DJ Leacy (RIP)?

iron_monkey

Here's what I got....amazing how accurate it is


Name:iron_monkey
Location:fire mountains of another universe
Occupation:student (obviously)
Member since:Jan 2003
Logged in:No

SoulOnIce

I got this, which is dope:



But I also got this:



When I googled my real name a while back, most entries were for a fairly well-known UK artist:

Known for his soft-focus paintings of cellular clusters, M**k F*****s has been associated with the 'Young British Art' phenomenon while steadily forging his own highly original path. F*****s' work has been collected by numerous public museums - including the Metropolitan Museum, New York, and the Victoria and Albert Museum, London - and has been exhibited in major venues such as London's Tate Gallery and the Royal Academy.

I daydream of a little identity theft allowing me to crash the NYC art scene with celebrity:

"Just arrived in the States, mate! Got a condo I can 'house-sit' for you?"

generique

I felt 'crative' so I made a little collage from some google results.





And this one would actually be nice to have. Probably synth rock, but still.

noz

only leacy braeks

Garcia_Vega

Apparently there is another Garcia_Vega who is a member of a nerd fantasy virtual reality group, that has an awesome name, the KGB, Knights of Glory and Beer. Their oath is as follows:

"As a Citizen of the KGB Nation, my personal integrity is irreproachable. I will never degrade myself by the lying to, cheating of, stealing from, or harming my fellow Citizens or declared Allies. I hold myself personally and unequivocally responsible to ensure the preservation of the honor of the Citizenship and good name of the KGB at all times. I will, to the best of my power, uphold the KGB Ten Commandments while preventing all offences against the persons and properties of the KGB Nation.



We are deeply involved in consuming Beer in either real life, virtual worlds, or both (To be a member you have to at least enjoy drinking virtual beer.)"



check out the flash work in their intro page, hahaha

gloom

uhh...

unlascivious

He was good, attentive and sensitive to her tiniest stiffness. Surprisingly he found many little tight spots, little circles of tension in her neck, shoulders, back and arms. Her body sank heavily into the carpet, scraps of thoughts and memories flitting through her langourous mind. As his touch lightened slightly, she wondered if his intent had changed and his thoughts had become sexual. It wasn't going to work this time, she smiled to herself. But his massage remained direct and unlascivious[/b] and, after a few minutes, her suspicions were allayed. Beneath his touch, her muscles melted. She felt content and pleased with life. She felt contented in the languour of sunlight, lunch and t he slight hum of the champagne. He massaged her ass, but carefully, not moving onto her legs as she had expected. "Here," he said, "I'm going to stretch your arms," and he moved away from her ass and began rubbing her arms. There was a rustling in the bag he had brought and left under the coffee table, but she thought nothing of it. The sun through the window was on her legs and it felt as though it was warming her very bones, heating her legs and flowing over them like a thick warm liquid. The weight of her breasts a nd pelvis in the carpet felt good. She smiled vaguely. After two years, he hadn't lost his touch with her. His massage was fulfilling, relaxing. His rubbing moved to her wrists and she noticed that he was rubbing her forearms and wrists with some soft material, something of velvet or felt. As he rubbed he lifted one wrist and then the other and put the material around them, gently lower ing the arms back to the floor. There was the sound of a belt buckle and she wondered if he was taking off his pants, perhaps to masturbate over her. She wasn't sure she minded if he wanted to masturbate, but he was going to be disappointed if he expected her to help in any way.