Archive for the ‘The world is a SEXY and beautiful place’ Category

Will-signing party

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Download episode 0070 of Clone The Homeless

THY WILL BE DONE. hy Will Be Done

Friday, 11 July 2008

Michael W. Dean and Debra Jean Dean, being of sound mind and body, have a will-signing party. Their friends George Earth, Becky Haycox and Lydia Lam come over and sign as witnesses. Everyone has a great time, nibbling good food, giving each other backrubs, laughing, and chatting. They play with some electrical devices, then talk about personal stories about The Mentors, El Duce, MDC, Franco from MDC, Danny Plotnick, Moterbooty magazine, and Bomb touring with the Flaming Lips.

They talk about Jethro Tull (greatest band ever, sort of), people who don’t take care of their kids, why all humor is to stave off fear of death, fun with guns, home security and spy cameras, and they wonder if Kurt Cobain was murdered or offed himself.

worm intruder

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

My friend jezebel from back in the day’s art site, wormintruder.com

Very cool art, Flash animations, video, words, music, and more. Loads kinda slow, but worth it.

I used to write her love letters. I’ll still write love letters to her art.

Click this image for cool video of her:

Donations link set up

Wednesday, May 28th, 2008

We’ve set up a PayPal donations link where you can help us with the costs of producing all the free media we produce, in many fields. You can either make a one-time donation, or set up a monthly five-dollar automatic donation. Thanks!

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Indie media mavericks Michael W. Dean and Joseph Matheny interview each other.

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008

Michael W. Dean and Joseph Matheny chat on the phone and there’s no way these two talkers could interview one or the other. So they rap together, in a concentric hypertextual parenthetical way, TCP over IP, about how to make money by releasing things for free, the coming apocalypse, a secret underground lair, and much more.

Indie media mavericks Michael W. Dean and Joseph Matheny interview each other. (Part two of two. from alterati.com)

Get the podcast here.

my resume

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

DEFINING MOMENTS IN MY LIFE:
–Read an entire book myself - age 5
–Heard the Partridge Family, fell in love with music - age 7
–Interest in science - age 8
–Molested by teenage boy - age 8
–Parents’ divorce - age 8
–Got into studying electronics - age 9
–Got into ham radio, realized there was a world out there - age 10
–Loved the local library - entire childhood
–Discovered sister’s Rolling Stones records - age 9
–Discovered sister’s boyfriend’s Frank Zappa records, realized the world wasn’t the way adults told me it was - age 10
–Stole a look at teacher’s grade book when she was out and learned that my IQ is 143 - age 10
–Smoked pot - age 11
–Read “Steal This Book” - age 12
–Got caught shoplifting, first and last time I did (stealing shotgun shells to make bombs, never made any) - age 12
–Had sex, started to play guitar, and took LSD - age 14
–Read “The Book of the Subgenius” (while tripping). Decided I wanted to start my own fake cult one day - age 16
–Had GREAT sex - age 17
–Kicked out of boarding school - age 17
–Discovered Dr. Gene Scott (while tripping) Reinforced my desire to start my own fake cult one day - age 18
–Became a father - age 19
–Discovered punk rock (from Skip Lunch), while on LSD, formulated “The Hum of the Universe” theory on the spot - age 19
–Left home, moved to DC , saw Dischord punk bands live, met them, hung out with them - age 20
–Put out first record - age 21
–Moved to San Francisco - age 22
–Started Bomb - age 22
–Discovered heroin - age 23
–Toured the US with Bomb - age 23-age 29
–Toured Europe with Bomb - age 27
–Bomb signed to major label- age 28
–Bomb broke up because of my drug use - age 29
–Got first computer (8086, couldn’t get online with it, but could write and edit) - age 29
–Learned to type (in one night, while shooting coke) age 29
–Got sober - age 30
–Went back to college - age 32-33
-Got on the Internet (on hand-me-down 386 from my other sister) - age 32
–got DSL internet connection - age 33
–Put on a suit, joined the corporate work force (but wrote my novel on their time) - age 33-37
–Self-published first book - age 35
–Relapsed on drugs, nearly died - age 35
–Got sober again - two weeks later
–Started making films - age 36
–Made my first feature film: age 37
–Moved to Los Angeles from San Francisco (it’s not uncool to be ambitious in LA Like it is in San Fran) - age 37
–Started to make a living as a writer and filmmaker - age 38
–Discovered D/s - age 41
–Met the woman of my dreams - age 41
–Daughter died from leukemia - age 42
–Got married, moved out to the country/burbs - age 42
–Discovered podcasting - age 42
–Started using BitTorrent to share massive amounts of MY media with the world - age 43
–got 10 Mbps fiber optic internet connection - age 43

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Pretty fun stuff.

So, my friends, post your list as a reply.

Great free anti-hacker program, PeerGuardian 2

Monday, March 24th, 2008

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(Peer Guardian 2 running, with I.P. addresses blocked out to mask my own I.P.)

Amazing program. I’m running it and it’s blocking about 10 attempts a minute to get into my network, from everyone from the office of the president of Lithuania, to cops in China to the Sony corporation in Los Angeles. It blocks unwanted traffic, both incoming and outgoing.

Download PeerGuardian 2 free, here.

By the way, China is posing massive attacks on US servers this week…no one’s sure if it’s the gov or hackers there. Pentagon has shut off some of their own computers, though. So it must be a serious deal.

Though judging from the number of Chinese Government sites showing up in my logs (images above), I really must assume some of it is Chinese Government computers turned into zombies by hackers to attack many other computers anonymously. I really can’t imagine that so many people in the Chinese gov would really be that concerned with what I’m doing on StinkFight, etc….

My router has a built-in firewall, and I’m running Norton firewall too.  The traffic being stopped by Peer Guardian is getting past BOTH of those firewalls.

EVERYONE should have this program.

(Note, occasionally it will block a site you want to see. You can simply right click on the name/i.p. in the protection log window, and allow it for fifteen minutes, or for an hour, or permanently.)

MWD

Me, over a period of time…..

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

Photos of me at age 3 and age 17:

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Me at age 12 (stoned on pot):

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Me at 16, in drag:

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Me at 21 (on left. Brian Childers is on the right):

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Me at 27 (in slip, with Bomb):

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Me at 33:

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Me at 39: (left of me is Ryan Brown, who edited Selby movie, on right is Robert Downey, Jr, who narrated):

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Photo of me taken yesterday (age 43):

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Our gay cats

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

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Great pix of our gay switchy littermate boy cats, Fuzzbucket McFluffernutter and Peanut McFluffernutter.

Brian Childers obit in MRR

Monday, March 10th, 2008

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I wrote an obituary for Brian that came out in this month’s Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll magazine (March 2008 issue).

(Thank you Barbara Vaughan for the wonderful photo, and thank you Pat Libby for helping make this happen!)

The Plump Buffet podiobook

Thursday, February 14th, 2008


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THE PLUMP BUFFET - a romantic kinky curvy cat cult comedy. (I really like this one.)

Subscribe FREE at Podiobooks.com

WEB:
http://www.podiobooks.com/title/the-plump-buffet/
RSS:
http://www.podiobooks.com/title/the-plump-buffet/feed/

(to subscribe in iTunes, go to “advanced / subscribe to podcast) and paste that URL into the little window.)

VALENTINE’S DAY RELEASE!
A Submission and Coffee production.

“The Plump Buffet” is a cast-production radio play about a sex cult in the desert, and they’re all cats.

WARNING: “The Plump Buffet” is comedic literature with sexual motifs. If you are not of legal age, you should not listen. You are also not to listen if you are easily offended by such material. But compared to network TV, it’s a wholesome story, no one dies.

TAGLINES:
–THE PLUMP BUFFET: it’s not a love triangle, it’s a love polygon.

–THE PLUMP BUFFET is “Fritz the Cat” meets “Showdown at Waco.”

–50 women aren’t 50 times the fun, they’re 50 times the hassle. And one of them always feels like killing you.

PROMOS:
2-meg MP3 promo: http://www.askdollie.com/temp/PB-PlumpBuffet-Promo.mp3
14-meg WAV promo: http://www.askdollie.com/temp/PB-PlumpBuffet-Promo.wav


Debra Jean Dean reads The Declaration of Independence

Wednesday, January 30th, 2008

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13-minute high-quality MP3. Engineered by Michael W. Dean. Covered by Creative Commons.

 Page with info and link here.

Direct MP3 link. 

Touring the world without leaving your bedroom

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

A very cool guy named Torodd Eriksen from a town called Kirkenes (in Norway, on the Russian border) asked me to come tour the region with DIY or DIE and do Q&A and filmmaking seminars. He wrote me:

And after Kirkenes and Norway - you do the same thing in Russia. Russian societies are so hungry for artistic and political impulses. Generally speaking Russia is a safe country, but still it is one of the most unsafe countries for journalists. For that reason alone the skills and tools of citizen-journalism and documentation is very important in Russia……..

Beautiful sunny downtown Kirkenes:

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I replied:

Three years ago I would have jumped to do this, and probably would have tried to meet a pretty girl there, get married, and stay.

However, now I’m married here, really happy, and feel I don’t want to travel in an unstable region where journalists get kidnapped. I basically believe I would be considered a “journalist” by some people, because I write for this well-known media company O’Reilly, for the O’Reilly Digital Media site:
http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/au/3220

How about this. Why don’t you tour this region in my stead, show DIY or DIE, keep the money, and you can bring a laptop and I’ll do a Skype Webcam question-and-answer period at each show? You can hook me up to the video projector, you’ll take questions from the audience, translate to English, ask me, I’ll answer, and you can translate back.
Much respect,

MWD

Brian Childers obituary

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

http://www.punktv.ca/?c=131&a=3124

Same is going to be printed in the upcoming issue of Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll magazine.

MWD

Foxy reading of the US Constitution

Wednesday, January 16th, 2008

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Debra Jean Dean reads the US Constitution:
http://www.debrajeandean.com/constitution/index.htm

Free Creative Commons audio book.

United States Constitution (with all amendments), read by Debra Jean Dean, engineered by Michael W. Dean

Audio file covered by Creative Commons, feel free to share and link.

“The best recording with the best voice of any free, non-DRM audiobook of
the US Constitution, anywhere.”

Pete Matzdorff, R.I.P

Friday, January 11th, 2008

Just got this from Allison, who got it from Marie:

Subject: R.I.P Pete Matzdorff
Body: you might not know that Pete came down with the
leukemia in July. he fought it as hard as he could
but on mon. January 7 he lost his fight..
we will all miss him.

I do miss him.

Pete Matzdorff was my roommate in San Francisco for a year shortly after I got sober.

I didn’t like Pete all the time, but I did love him. And I felt a mystical connection to him because we were both born the same day and the same year.

Pete was a sexy, troubled, smart, punk rock body builder. Pete was a man’s man who worked on the docks in Hunter’s Point as a welder while everyone else I knew was either waiting tables or designing Websites for a living.

Guys wanted to be him, and girls wanted to be with him.

I saw him in LA about three years ago. He walked up to me from across the street, had seen me and recognized me. Out of the corner of my eye, as he walked up, I thought it was Henry Rollins.

Chatted a minute, he seemed happy to see me, asked for my phone number. I gave him my number, number, he never called.

Pete had his demons.

Eddy Sky dancing with Bomb in 1987

Saturday, December 15th, 2007

So, I recently posted about my friend Eddy Sky, (a.k.a. Eddy Carranza) the Go-Go dancer for Bomb who died in 1995. I was really missing him, and sad I didn’t have a photo of him dancing.

This week my dad sent me some old photos out of the blue (he doesn’t read StinkFight, he doesn’t read the web. He has trouble navigating e-mail sometimes.) But he sent me these awesome 20-year-old pix he took of Bomb playing in Jamestown, NY. It was in 1987 on our first tour, at a bar called The Rusty Nail.

One of the pix is of Eddy dancing (he’s in the middle, I’m on the left, Jay Crawford is on the right):

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Here’s the rest of the pix>>>

Me singing with Bomb. I think I wore a suit that night to impress my dad:

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Me and Jay in Bomb (you can sort of see Tony playing drums to my left, and you can sort of see Eddy rolling on the ground between me and Jay):

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Me jumping after the show. I look kinda Ska, though I wasn’t thinking that:

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And just for further kicks, here’s another photo my dad sent, me in 1980 (left, the incredibly skinny guy) at age 16 in a redneck pool with some friends, Grant Beckman and (I think) his cousin, Billy Beckman:

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More of Brian Childers singing

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

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(Photo of Brian Childers by Barbara Vaughn. Used with permission)

Well, I just finished writing an obit for Brian that’s going to be in Maximum Rock ‘N’ Roll magazine. Was the third hardest thing I’ve ever written (after my daughter’s obit and my mother’s obit.)

So, let’s party. Put some Brian music on your pod and rock out for life.

The Beef People EP, “Music For Men”: DOWNLOAD THE RECORD

(Most of the MP3s removed because a very cool UK record label, Damaged Records , are releasing VINYL of the Beef People EP, combined with the unreleased tracks, which are great.)

Click to download the Beef People song “Lots”

Click to download the Beef People song “Industrial Jelly”

Other music that Brian sings on:

>>Brian is also the voice saying “I’m happy all the time”, and he does the scream right after that on the Bomb song “Power of Suggestion” on the Warner Brothers Bomb record, Hate Fed Love. MP3 of that song is here.

>>Two songs by Drooler, the band Brian sang with in Berlin (he sang under the name “Brian St. Brian”): King of the Coal Mine and One Night on the SS Bahn

I’m still trying to get a hold of some Crawlpappy.

Love,

MWD

Video of last Bomb show ever

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Xu0oKUpsBE

“All My References Are Dead” - Last show we ever did (and ever will do.) At the SF Eagle, a tough gay biker bar South of Market.

“Bomb performing live at The Eagle, San Francisco, 9/15/1999. Special Eddy Edition. The sound is awful. It was Bomb’s last performance, so far, at the Eagle’s 2nd Anniversary. What a place. What a time…..”

Shot by Woody for an un-aired episode of RealityCheck TV.

Photos of Brian Childers

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

Photos of Brian Childers, my friend who recently passed away. Photos by Barbara Vaughan, used with permission.

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Brian in 1985

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Brian (middle) in front of CBGBs in 1988

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Brian (left) with cute girls (Barbara Vaughn on far right)

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Brian (left) in 1990

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Brian in cool creepy makeup while in Bomb.

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Brian eats the worm.

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My good friend and old roommate, Kurt Shute; Greg Johnston, Brian Childers.

(click here if you are over 18 to see this photo, it’s got Jay’s dick in it.)

Brian when he was in Bomb. L to R, Michael Dean, Tony Fag, Brian Childers, Jay Crawford.

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Obit I wrote for Brian is here.

Guestbook for Brian, put up by his friend Dave, is here.

Remembering Eddy Sky

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

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Edgar Ivan Carranza (”Eddy Sky” to friends) was my good friend, and a was a roadie/go go dancer on tour for my band Bomb.

Eddie died of AIDS in 1995.

I am really missing him today for some reason.
Eddy was a really sweet guy. Great painter. Smart. Funny. Very beautiful. Very bisexual. And loved pleasure in all its forms. Including needle drugs.

His grandfather was the president of Mexico:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican_Revolution#Venustiano_Carranza
Eddy told me that his grandfather’s heart is in a clay jar in a museum in Mexico City.
Here’s a song I wrote for Eddy:

http://www.kittyfeet.com/lil25.htm

http://www.kittyfeet.com/stuff/little25.mp3
It’s got an answering machine message from Eddy at the end of it. Telling me to come visit before he dies. I did.
Here’s the list of dead people I know:

http://www.kittyfeet.com/dead.htm
MWD

MichaelDeanVoice.com

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

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My new voiceover resume website, www.michaeldeanvoice.com

Michael W. Dean: high-quality work at reasonable rates, years of experience, full-service in-house recording facility, and a smile.

Grand Canyon!

Monday, November 26th, 2007

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Today, as part of our honeymoon, Debra Jean and I drove on a whim to the Grand Canyon. It took almost four hours each way from where we’re staying near Phoenix, and was TOTALLY worth it.

The Canyon is awesome, and I’ve never seen it before. DJ has been there, but not as an adult.

We loved every minute of the day.

There’s a few pix here on StinkFight, but the rest of them are at

http://www.debrajeandean.com/GrandCanyonWeb/grand.htm

I know it sounds like a cop-out, but I don’t really have any words to describe the awesomeness of the day. I’m speechless. And the pix speak for themselves.

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Me representin’ for my homies, The Echo Park Film Center.

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Me representin’ for my homies, The O’Reilly Digital Media site

Dirty, filthy blues quote of the week, (8)

Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

It’s that time again…….

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So, kitties……More from our new series, “Dirty, filthy blues quote of the week.”

Each week around Sunday night (the longest period before more church, lol…) I’ll post a new quote from my friend Debra DeSalvo’s book, The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu.

I love this book.

The quotes won’t always be dirty and filthy (though sometimes they will), but they’ll always be great. And they’ll always be dirty and filthy in spirit, because it is, after all, the blues

Here’s this week’s quote:

 

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blues

(part three) 

Although very early blues did not have the twelve-bar, three-line AAB structure of the classic blues of the 1920s, the three-line structure of the blues verse that eventually emerged was a function of call-and-response singing. The lead singer would repeat a line twice while waiting for another singer to improvise a response. African spiritual chants often repeat an important line. Yorubans, for instance, rely on the poetic chants of a divination system called Ifá for insights into their personal problems[i]:

            The life of Ifá surpasses water’s coolness

            The life of Ifá surpasses water’s coolness

            The speaker-of-all languages married a woman

            Who herself bathed only in water that is cold

            The life of Ifá surpasses water in its coolness

Work songs were primarily sung primarily a cappella, but after Emancipation, the guitar and harmonica made it possible for traveling country blues singers to earn money playing for juke joint dances, passing their songs along in the process. Over time, the blues developed into music played and listened to for pleasure, not for work. It became music that expressed the singer’s individual struggles and passions, both carnal and spiritual. It is interesting that the idea of the instrumental solo, relatively unimportant in West African music, became very important in the blues, which emerged in a country that idolized the individual and had steamrolled over the concept of tribe altogether.

Unlike Africa’s wandering griots, who keep tribal histories intact over centuries, emerging blues singers, according to musicographer Samuel Charters, used “little history and even less political comment.” Most observers believed, Charters wrote in The Roots of the Blues, that “The blues function in American black society as a popular love song~~in the early period almost obsessively concerned with infidelity.”[ii] It is possible, however, that all those songs about wreaking revenge on a “no-good woman” who kept a man “in chains” were metaphorical expressions of the determination of African Americans to free themselves from oppression.  (See also signifying.)

While Charters was in Africa, he observed that although their songs served different purposes: “The voices themselves [of blues singers and griots] had a great deal of similarity in tone and texture. If a griot like Jali Nyama Suso had sung in English the sound of his voice would have been difficult to distinguish from an Afro-American singer. There was the same kind of tone production, the same forcing of higher notes. In the gruffness of the lower range and the strong expressiveness of the middle voice I could hear stylistic similarities to singing I had heard in many parts of the South.”[iii]

Blues guitarists transferred African vocal devices to the guitar, and bent the strings to mimic singing but to mimic singing by reach intervals beyond the limitations of the frets. They flatted the thirds, fifths, and sevenths into quartertones~~blue notes.

Alan Lomax offered an interesting take on this in The Land Where the Blues Began. He theorized that “interval size is correlated cross-culturally to those factors that restrict the social independence of the individual.”[iv] He noted that where strict castes have developed, such as in India, musicians use quartertones and other intervals smaller than a second. In contrast, hunters and gatherers from more easy-going societies, such as Native American and African Pygmy, sing songs filled with great leaps, such as octaves and fifths. In sub-Saharan Africa, “where only a modest level of social layering stiffened social intercourse,” the most common intervals were thirds and fifths. These were sometimes flatted but not nearly so much as they are in the blues.

 Lomax attributed this favoring of narrowed intervals among blues musicians to “the painful encounter of the black community with the caste-and-class system of the post-Reconstruction period.”[v] Freed by the Civil War, yet hemmed in by racism, African Americans wound up on very bottom of the social heap as day laborers and sharecroppers. “Homelessness and orphaning were the order of the day for Delta working-class blacks, creating the wellspring of melancholy whose theme song was the blues,” Lomax wrote.[vi]

This very expression of a tough situation, however, became a way out of poverty for some African Americans. The country blues, sung by one singer accompanying him- or herself on guitar or banjo, evolved into the classic blues of the 1920s and 1930s, sung by such stars as Bessie Smith in front of a big band or piano-led combo. The blues gave options to women like Memphis Minnie and Bessie Smith, who without it might have spent their lives scrubbing white peoples’ floors and washing their clothes. [M: I changed Ma Rainey to Memphis Minnie cause Ma Rainey worked a lot as a housekeeper.] The blues drew together the descendants of once-disparate tribal people who had suffered sickening humiliations in a foreign land.




[i]Flash of the Spirit: African &and Afro-American Art &and Philosophy, by Robert Farris Thompson, p. 37 (New York: Random House, 1983).

[ii] The Roots of the Blues: An African Search, by Samuel Charters, p. 123 (New Hampshire: Da Capo Press, 1981).

[iii]Ibid, p. 119.

[iv] Lomax, p. 354.

[v]Ibid.

[vi]Ibid.

 

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(Excerpted from The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu by Debra DeSalvo. Published 2006 by Billboard Books, an imprint of Watson-Guptill Publications, a division of VNU Business Media. Reprinted with permission. ISBN: 0823083896)

“Starving in the Company of Beautiful Women”, free as eBook

Monday, November 19th, 2007

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DOWNLOAD AS FREE EBOOK HERE.

This is my first novel, “Starving in the Company of Beautiful Women“. Published as a paperback book in 2000. (Out of print, but available used on Amazon here.)

“Like On the Road as written by Dean Moriarty.”

–Author, and Penn State English professor, Michael Bérubé, Ph.D

“It reads a bit like a Henry Miller novel without all the meandering bullshit. I’m glad the book is selling well. It deserves to.”

–Ben “Weasel” Foster

“This book is about perspective. Cash Newmann is a fictional character who carries more truth than even the self-absorbed author would know.”

–Your Flesh magazine

Excerpt from the book: “I pulled the half-smoked ciggy butt out of my pocket and lit it. I took a deep drag and thought about the politically correct lesbian who had taken me home and seduced me. I met her at the VD clinic. She smiled at me and she was alone. I said “Hi, come here often?”

Some of this book translated into Lithuanian.

DIY or DIE now free on Zune Marketplace!

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007

…..And I’m damn happy. It stands to get hundreds of thousands of downloads.

Here are two screenshots:

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It’s in the top-four video podcast picks on Zune Marketplace, alongside “Ask A Ninja”, Diggnation, and Peter Tong’s (from the BBC) cast.

(Download the free Zune software here. No Zune needed.)

Yay!

976-BeckyChat! (4)

Friday, November 9th, 2007

Download episode 0057 of Clone The Homeless

THE FINAL INSTALLMENT OF THE BECKY CHAT TETRALOGY!

Fri, 9 Nov 2007

Michael W. Dean and Debra Jean Dean have a chat with our special little friend, Becky Haycox. (Part 4 of 4)

Why Becky enjoys the lusty pleasures of life, why gelato is almost as good as sex, if you live alone and die and have cats - they will eat you, why we like saying “Yessssssssss”, “Jill had touched the chick”, why women like gay porn, Judith Krantz, why everything should be digital, all about the “Urban Food Log group”.

Photos of the day here.

Entire episode recorded on location on the street in Ventura, California on the Zoom H2 portable handy recorder.

Dirty, filthy blues quote of the week, (7)

Saturday, November 3rd, 2007

It’s that time again…….

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So, kitties……More from our new series, “Dirty, filthy blues quote of the week.”

Each week around Sunday night (the longest period before more church, lol…) I’ll post a new quote from my friend Debra DeSalvo’s book, The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu.

I love this book.

The quotes won’t always be dirty and filthy (though sometimes they will), but they’ll always be great. And they’ll always be dirty and filthy in spirit, because it is, after all, the blues

Here’s this week’s quote:

 

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black cat bone

Europeans consider black cats unlucky, but African American hoodoo practitioners believe that every black cat has one magic bone that is a powerful mojo, or charm. Some hoodoo practitioners claim that carrying a black cat bone grants invisibility; others say it can be used to draw a roaming lover home or to dissolve a would-be lover’s resistance. But the black cat bone’s most notorious use is to bring fame, followed by an untimely death, to musicians who can’t resist its lure.

When Muddy Waters recorded Willie Dixon’s “Hoochie Coochie Man” in 1954, he added a list of charms guaranteed to “make you pretty girls lead me by the hand.” First on the list was a black cat bone:

I got the black cat bone and I got a mojo, too

I got the John the Conqueror Root, gonna mess with you

But how to get the bone out of the cat? According to bluesman Sam Taylor, who was born in Mobile, Alabama in 1934, there is only one method: boil the unfortunate animal alive.

Taylor recalled that as a little child he eavesdropped behind the kitchen door while a touring harp player came by each night for a solid week to beg Taylor’s grandmother, the neighborhood hoodoo lady, for a black cat bone. When, despite her dire warnings, he kept coming, she finally told him, “I’m not goin’ to get you one, but I’ll tell you how to get one for yourself.”

Grab hold of a black cat, she told him, and plunge it into a pot of boiling water. Boil until nothing’s left but hair and bone. Take the bones down to the creek and toss them in.

“All the bones ’cept one will float downstream with the current, but that one will float back up to you,” Taylor’s grandmother told the young harp player. “That’s your black cat bone.”

Other methods include placing each bone upon the tongue until one makes you invisible, 
or choosing the bone that floats to the top of the pot. Some use the oil of the cat that 
rises to the surface of the pot to anoint the bone and other charms for luck in gambling. 
A less gruesome method is to buy a “black cat bone,” which is most likely a chicken 
bone painted black, from an occult store. 

According to Taylor, the harmonica player in his grandmother’s kitchen was John Lee “Sonny Boy” Williamson, the peerless innovator who did for the harmonica what Louis Armstrong did for the trumpet. (John Lee Williamson is sometimes called “Sonny Boy” Williamson I; Aleck “Rice” Miller, who also used the name “Sonny Boy” Williamson, is “Sonny Boy” Williamson II.) Williamson brought the harmonica front and center as a lead instrument and created new techniques that were widely imitated and formed the foundation of modern blues harp playing.

Raised in the South, Williamson migrated to Chicago (with a black cat bone in his pocket?), where he recorded the hits that made him famous by the early 1940s. On June 1, 1948, at the height of his fame, Williamson was murdered by a mugger. He was only thirty-two years old. His wife, Lacey Belle, found him that summer morning on the doorstep gasping his last words: “Lord have mercy.”

Taylor grew up to play guitar for many legendary artists, including Etta James, T-Bone Walker, Big Joe Turner, Otis Redding, and the Isley Brothers. He was the musical director for the Sam and Dave band and wrote the gold record smash “Do It ‘Til Your Satisfied,” recorded by B.T. Express. Taylor is still performing in his seventies with the popular Sam Taylor Band.

Songs:

:“Got My Mojo Working”~~Willie Dixon

“(I’m Your) Hoochie Coochie Man”~~Willie Dixon

“Shootin’ Star Blues”~~Lizzie Miles

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(Excerpted from The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu by Debra DeSalvo. Published 2006 by Billboard Books, an imprint of Watson-Guptill Publications, a division of VNU Business Media. Reprinted with permission. ISBN: 0823083896)

I’m such a homebody these days

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

I joked to the wife tonight that “if I were put under house arrest, I wouldn’t notice.”

Also, my attention span for most things outside my head is very limited. Here’s an example:

Every night before the wife goes to bed, we turn off the phone and put it on the charger. If I’m busy, I’ll ask her to do it. Turning the phone off makes a sound like it’s ringing. But in the 30 seconds it takes her to walk into the other room and turn it off, the creative conversation in my head forgets I asked her to do it, so when I hear the phone ringing sound, I always think someone’s calling.

Yet despite my brain working like this (or perhaps because of it), I am able to do all the damn nifty things I’m able to do creatively.

Debra Jean is not only my wonderful partner in life, she keeps my brains from figuratively leaking out my ears, so I’m free to work.

Old Bomb flyers

Saturday, October 27th, 2007

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Debbie Rathaus (Rathaus was MDC’s pad) sent me these scans today. Bomb flyers from 1991, with photos of The Rolling Scabs on them. (One drinking underage in the photo.)

Li’l Mike made these flyers. We used to put up over 1000 flyers for each show. You couldn’t walk down a street without seeing one. Sometimes I’d shimmy up a pole and put one up with wheat paste 20 feet up. Some of those stayed up for years.

Liza Matlack, R.I.P.

Friday, October 26th, 2007

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I just got word that my friend Liza passed away from complications from treatment for Leukemia.

She was a great person, a wonderful dancer and had a really sparkly personality. Quick-witted, sharp mind and I really dug her.

Meh.

I hadn’t had an e-mail from her in a while, and just got the news.

She’s in DIY or DIE. I’ll upload her extras segment today.

MWD

ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF CLONE THE HOMELESS!

Thursday, October 25th, 2007

 

Get episode 0053

Thurs, 25 Oct 2007

YUP! IT’S BEEN ONE YEAR TODAY!

 

EPISODE 55

976-BeckyChat! (3)

Michael W. Dean and Debra Jean Dean have a chat with our special little friend, Becky Haycox. (Part 3 of 4)

Checking out womens’ racks over your wife’s shoulder, sexism, ominsexual people, San Francisco, how to deal with your boyfriend working at a strip club, feminist strippers, couples who like the same pornography, taking your girlfriend on a date to see the strippers, why women like romance in their sex, other ways that women differ from men, why these chicks hate male bashing, sleeping with more than one person without being a slut, how to get rid of a panhandler, why there’s no such thing as spare change, seeing the Sex Pistols in San Antonio on January 8, 1978 at Randy’s Rodeo, Pink Floyd never murdered anyone, Syd Barrett rocks, and how to freak out the youth of today.

Photos of the day here.

Entire episode recorded on location on the street in Ventura, California on the Zoom H2 portable handy recorder.

Sweet song for my sweet, departed daughter.

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

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Song for my sweet, departed daughter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqZNMO3oIdc

Song I sang for my daughter, Amelia Laine Worth shortly after her death from Leukemia last year. Haven’t been able to listen to this song I sang it in memory of my daughter, Amelia Laine Worth shortly after her death from Leukemia last year.

Finally listened to it again yesterday. And today I went up on a hill, recorded another track of vocals. Wife held the camera, I edited the video. I like it a lot. Made me cry, and that made me feel better.

JESUS, I miss my daughter.
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Song: “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen.
Arrangement: Jeff Buckley.
Arrangement: Michael W. Dean.
Vocal: Michael W. Dean.
Drums, guitar, bass and organ: Cliff Truesdell.
Pedal steel guitar: Charlie Kramer.

For those of you in China, or who just want a better-looking encode than the YouTube, here’s the 85-meg file. (right click to save.)

BE-A-FAG

Monday, October 15th, 2007

Download the 1989 Bomb song BE-A-FAG.

(note, the chord progression, AND the entire lyric of this song, is BEAFAG.)

Was only on the cassette of “Happy all the time” EP, wasn’t on the vinyl. Is a rare track from 1989.

MWD

Dirty, filthy blues quote of the week, (6)

Sunday, October 14th, 2007

It’s that time again…….

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So, kitties……More from our new series, “Dirty, filthy blues quote of the week.”

Each week around Sunday night (the longest period before more church, lol…) I’ll post a new quote from my friend Debra DeSalvo’s book, The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu.

I love this book.

The quotes won’t always be dirty and filthy (though sometimes they will), but they’ll always be great. And they’ll always be dirty and filthy in spirit, because it is, after all, the blues

Here’s this week’s quote:

 

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biscuit

The blues is loaded with culinary references to sex~~this is a form of signifying, or the use of innuendo and doubletalk that is fully understood only by members of one’s community. A delicate flaky biscuit dripping with butter and honey, therefore, becomes a metaphor for a delectable young woman, while a skilled lover is called a biscuit roller.

The biscuit roller can be male or female, as evidenced by Robert Johnson’s lyric from “If I Had Possession Over Judgment Day”:

I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long

Boy I woke up this morning, my biscuit roller gone

In the 1930s and 1940s the word biscuit was also sometimes used to refer to a human skull The King Biscuit Blues Festival in Helena, Arkansas, by the way, has nothing to do with any of these meanings for biscuit. It’s named after the King Biscuit Flour Company, which used to sponsor the famous King Biscuit Time radio program.

Songs:

“Biscuit Roller Blues”~~Kokomo Arnold (James Arnold)

“If I Had Possession Over Judgment Day”~~Robert Johnson

“Big Mama’s Door”~~Alvin Youngblood Hart

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(Excerpted from The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu by Debra DeSalvo. Published 2006 by Billboard Books, an imprint of Watson-Guptill Publications, a division of VNU Business Media. Reprinted with permission. ISBN: 0823083896)

Rock video for “Alien Symptom”

Sunday, October 14th, 2007

Video HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InugVk1bxxM

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(Debra Jean Dean on the set of “Alien Symptom”)

Song: “Alien Symptom” by Michael W. Dean (inspired by Helios Creed)
Story:
Michael W. Dean and George Earth
Camera:
Michael W. Dean and George Earth
Actors: George Earth, Debra Jean Dean, Becky Haycox,
Michael W. Dean.
Filmed Oct 14, 2oo7 at Paramount Ranch (Where they shot “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman”)

Oh….and I took Skip Lunch’s advice on where to fade it.

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George Earth relaxes between takes on the set of “Alien Symptom.”

George is the punk rock Marlboro Man (who smokes “American Spirit” ciggies).

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Making-of pix (c) Becky Haycox:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/hambox/sets/72157602433416584/

Stink Fight TV - episodes up on YouTube

Thursday, October 11th, 2007

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part of episode one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QKy-_jVvRA

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All of episode two (four segments, starts here):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4g1jgnPkbXc

The circle of (Internet) life

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

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I’ve actually gotten a number of fan letters bemoaning me “shutting down” kittyfeet.com, the sprawling pop culture / Michael W. Dean ego site I’ve run since 1996.

The site actually has over 1400 pages and 6245 files on it now, most of them hand-crafted by me. Kittyfeet has no central navigation scheme, and no site map. The best description I’ve heard of it is some blogger who said “Kittyfeet.com is the Winchester Mystery House of the Internet.”

The passing of Kittyfeet.com isn’t a bad thing, it’s a natural thing, like tossing out a beloved T-shirt that has served you well. In fact, I tossed out my favorite red shirt (pictured in better times, above) today. I was a little sad to do so, but the shirt was nothing but holes, had served me well, and was beyond sewing any more. And unlike the shirt, Kittyfeet.com is archived. It’s all still there. I’ve just moved on to other things (like this blog, like my podcasts, like live appearances, and my books and films. And like whatever I come up with next. Stay tuned, kids.)

Below is an e-mail from a guy who got hooked on Kittyfeet.com when I was temping in the cubicle next to him in San Francisco in the Web 1.0 boom, around 1998. I’ve gotten a bunch of mail like this.

MWD

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Michael,

I’d be amazed if you remember me, but I wanted to drop you a quick note to say I am saddened to see kittyfeet.com go away. I realize we all must grow and change and evolve–and if this is what you choose do, it’s a great thing. As many people surely do, I’ve checked in on your life through the website from time to time—and always loved it–probably for no reason other than that it was unique, like you–and that gave me an occasional weird sense of comfort in all this life madness.

I hope you’re well. Good luck in you endeavors!!

Dave Bratton

(Worked with you a brief while many, many years ago while you temped at the SFCVB)

Dirty, filthy blues quote of the week, (5)

Monday, October 8th, 2007

It’s that time again…….

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So, kitties……More from our new series, “Dirty, filthy blues quote of the week.”

Each week around Sunday night (the longest period before more church, lol…) I’ll post a new quote from my friend Debra DeSalvo’s book, The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu.

I love this book.

The quotes won’t always be dirty and filthy (though sometimes they will), but they’ll always be great. And they’ll always be dirty and filthy in spirit, because it is, after all, the blues

Here’s this week’s quote:

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Blues (part one, including “coolness”)

The most popular version of the musical structure known as “the blues” follows a twelve-bar, I-IV-V chord progression, and typically repeats a lyric line twice at the beginning of each verse. The blues form is described in European musical terms as based on a major scale with the third and dominant seventh notes flattened, or as a twelve-bar sequence of tonic, subdominant, and dominant seventh chords. “Such a definition,” LeRoi Jones (Amiri Baraka) argued in Blues People, “is like putting the cart before the horse…. The fact is that [these] are attempts to explain one musical system in terms of another, to describe a nondiatonic music in diatonic terms.” The blues cannot be defined in strictly African terms either, however. The best way to define the blues may be to say that blues music is an American music that reflects African musical devices and aesthetics.

Even though their native languages and music were forcibly suppressed, African slaves in the American colonies managed to hold onto the aesthetic values of African music~~and these profoundly influenced the development of American popular music. Blues, jazz, and rock reflect not only African musical and vocal techniques, but also African principles regarding musical improvisation and such aesthetic values as “coolness.” In Yoruba culture, the ability to connect with one’s inner divinity is described as (itutu) or “coolness.” From this we get the American ideal of the cool or soulful musician. Interestingly, the color most often used to symbolize this quality in African art is blue.

“The blues” stems from the 17th-century English expression, “the blue devils,” which described the intense visual hallucinations of delirium tremens, the trembling and psychosis associated with alcohol withdrawal. Shortened over time to “the blues,” the phrase came to mean a state of emotional agitation or depression. Although there are happy, uptempo blues songs (sometimes called “jump blues”), most blues songs mine a melancholic vein, and express feelings of loss and emotional turmoil.
For white Americans, “blue” meant “drunk” as early as the 1800s. Among African Americans, an intimate couples dance called the slow drag that involved plastering as much of one’s torso to one’s partner’s as possible and grinding the hips together very slowly and sexily was also called “the blues.” A rural juke joint at the turn of the century would be jammed on a Saturday night with couples getting their drink on and doing the precoital shuffle to the accompaniment of a bluesman on guitar, stomping the beat out on the floor with his foot.

Although no one knows for sure, it seems probable that “blue,” meaning drunk, led to a dance called “the blues” that got hotter and sexier the drunker the dancers became. In turn, the slow sensual music that accompanied the dance became known as the blues.

The link between “blue” and drinking and dancing is also indicated by “blue laws” that still prohibit the sale of alcohol and the operating of saloons on Sundays in some states. The term “blue law” was first used by the English Reverend Samuel Peters in his 1781 book General History of Connecticut, which caused a stir when it appeared in London during the American Revolution. Peters described ludicrously punitive Sabbath observance laws purportedly enacted by the Puritan governors of Connecticut. Peters also convincingly described the