tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35724052011-04-21T12:55:33.949-07:00surrender # 6Being the sixth issue of Surrender: A Journal of EthicsBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-59491879037083039582007-09-15T20:09:00.000-07:002007-09-15T20:13:16.653-07:00Preliminary Notes Toward The Taking of Notes Vol. 3Sid Bucknor, Jamaican sound engineerIgor Sikorsky, helicopter pioneerSir Richard Owen, anti-darwinianMarty Palmer, candymaker (Twin Bing)Leo Lerman, NY fashion journalism world man about townBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-85835257634577437222007-09-15T20:01:00.000-07:002007-09-15T20:03:37.814-07:00Welcome back!I have officially abandoned the "review every book I read in 2002" project.New project: at least once a week record reviews.At least once a week preliminary notes toward the making of notes.I have a new favorite singer this week. She calls herself Roadkill. I listened to her for over five hours (I think) live a few weeks ago. Now I listen to her tracks on MySpace between Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1144867776576044442006-04-12T10:32:00.000-07:002006-04-12T11:49:36.616-07:00More Preliminary Notes Toward the Taking of NotesBrig. Gen. Kenneth J. Glueck Jr., U.S. Southern Command's chief of staffFanny Trollope, Domestic Manners of the Americans (Anthony's mother)Elvin Semrad, residency director, Massachusetts Mental Health CenterBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1143061271808113052006-03-22T13:00:00.000-08:002006-03-22T13:03:35.940-08:00FOR SOME REASON...Posting something fresh here for the first time in over a year caused all the older stuff to change fonts and turn all quotes and apostophes into question marks. I will do nothing about this.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1143057943159194882006-03-22T12:00:00.000-08:002006-03-22T12:58:38.743-08:00Some Preliminary Notes Toward the Taking of NotesHenry Sheve, great Mississippi navigator, 1810sPaul Moddy, inventer, Waltham System--spinning and weaving in one operationJim McNerney, Boeing CEOCasey Jones, Cannonball express, 1900Walter Sickert, Jack the Ripper?? (artist)Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1108754011310512492005-02-18T11:10:00.000-08:002005-02-18T11:13:31.310-08:00Reading too much can make every one of one's own feelings, thoughts, and reactions seem like a cliche, overdone, been said and felt a million times before, to be avoided. (Although, as Mr. Rinaldi once told me, "Doing something just because it has never been done before...has been done before." The ellipses represent a conversational pause--he's a verbal artist--not anything elided by this authorBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1106790127594267252005-01-26T17:28:00.000-08:002005-01-26T17:42:07.593-08:00Music From the Mint Green Nest: A Love Song
When I began this zine in 1992, it was all of a piece with a burgeoning energy, desire, need, obsession with giving something back to the dominant social movement of my life and times, yes, that's right, just gimme indie rock. I'm not embarassed, not anymore. I'm willing to consider that I should have been, but I'm not.
The culmination, and what with Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1091829132140289732004-08-06T14:41:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:52:12.140-07:00I've Been Living a Lie
I've been pretending that this was merely the sixth issue of my beloved xeroxed folded-over 8 1/2 x 11 zine from the mid-'90s. I didn't want to admit it was no longer the mid-'90s. I was so trim then. Certain restaurants that are no longer open were open. I still enjoyed new records. I didn't spend 90 percent of my life "online."
But it's not a zine. It's a web site. SomeBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1070863826216208482003-12-07T22:10:00.000-08:002003-12-07T22:11:27.233-08:00Will No One Rid Me of These Meddlesome Books?
Possible future essays in the zine: the hows and whys and deep ambivalences of becoming a late-in-life Deadhead after years of ignorant disdain for them; a long disquisition on my favorite photograph of myself. In the meantime, here are some more books I finished last April.
PSYCHIATRY AND NEW PERSPECTIVES ON CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR by C.R. Jeffery et alBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1070522753256491872003-12-03T23:25:00.000-08:002003-12-03T23:26:48.890-08:00Books, Books, The Magical Fruit
Here's the deal: I'm writing little comments about all the books I read in 2002, in chronological order of completing them. These were finished sometime in April of 2002. The comedic premise, such as it is, is that it's really hard to remember much about books you read 18 months ago with over 100 finished in the interim. I'm not sure if this gag gets any funnier Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-1068734213378103752003-11-13T06:36:00.000-08:002003-11-13T06:37:20.640-08:00If It's All the Same to You, I'd Rather Rock
Either despite or because of the sheer ridiculousness of it, I do intend to continue with my self-imposed burden of writing little snippets here about every book I finished in 2002. I might then get around to doing the same for 2003. Bear in mind that I will be writing about books not even physically available to me and that I finished well over a Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-916409932003-03-29T23:39:00.000-08:002003-03-29T23:39:56.170-08:00It’s Just a Lack Of Memory, Haunting Me
As I slowly dredge through writing these little comments on every book I finished in 2002, the task becomes more difficult and absurd—I am here writing about books finished slightly more than a full year ago, so this should all be read more as fantasy than actual “book reviews” though I am not—obvious jokes excepted—trying to be particularly Borgesian: allBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-881449612003-01-27T23:20:00.000-08:002003-01-27T23:20:38.280-08:00"I offered up to the people Michael Skakel or Ted Bundy, and Verily They Chose Ted Bundy..."
I don't give out, I don't give in, I don't give up, and I'm only up to March 2002 in this punishing slog through every book I read (now last) year.....
REVISIONIST VIEWPOINTS: ESSAYS IN A DISSIDENT HISTORICAL TRADITION by James J. Martin. Largely forgotten American historian of how the intelligentsia Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-854697932002-12-03T22:46:00.000-08:002002-12-03T22:46:09.570-08:00I Can't Even Touch the Books You've Read
THE FUNDAMENTALS OF LIBERTY by Robert LeFevre. The lecture notes from LeFevre’s courses at his crypto-legendary Freedom School in the late ‘50s/mid-‘60s in book form. An eccentric, unsophisticated take on the libertarian basics. LeFevre was notorious for a personal magnetism apparently bordering on the cultish—without the avuncular grandunclish gentlemanBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-843393232002-11-10T18:01:00.000-08:002002-11-10T18:01:42.950-08:00Let’s Jam the Jukebox Babe the Fuckers Will Shine On
A show review.
So I saw Tsar the night before Hallowe’en, doing a Unicef benefit (?) at Lava Lounge (??) a way-too-small bar-not-performance-space in the strip mall on LaBrea with Mashti Malone’s. (I have a pal who can recite the whole Mashti Malone’s poem. Don’t see him too often.)
For some reason Tsar hardly plays publicly anymore—it hasBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-830007032002-10-14T22:16:00.000-07:002002-10-14T22:16:09.246-07:00Book 'Em, Cowboy
THE ART OF FICTION: A GUIDE FOR WRITERS AND READERS by Ayn Rand, edited by Tore Boeckmann. It is the habit of many smart libertarians to publicly deny Rand three times and more. While I do not agree with every aspect of her architectonic—I don’t see that she has ultimately proved the objective reality of her moral code, and think she sloughs over important problems regarding Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-828302862002-10-10T23:36:00.000-07:002002-10-10T23:36:04.723-07:00!!!Books dammit all books!!!
Boy I’m I sorry I ever publicly vowed to write these little mini reviews of every book I’d finished this calendar year. But remember, it’s not self-indulgence; it is a cruel and difficult discipline. And the wheels grind slow, and not very fine either. I’m barely into February with this latest triad. I’m tempted to write about the new Bon Jovi record I got for free inBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-824486152002-10-02T20:08:00.000-07:002002-10-02T20:08:12.073-07:00Blurbed excerpts from reviews of recent meals
Burger King Homestyle Griller Value Meal, Medium
"A terrible meal...a mistake"
---Brian Doherty
Tom Yum Kai from Thai-on-the-Corner
"A four-napkin weeper...big leaves!"
---Brian Doherty
Three-Egg Omelette with onion, avocado, mozzerella (homemade)
"Silky-smooth surface...a little runny inside. And is that avocado too old?...not a smashing success."Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-822872862002-09-29T16:33:00.000-07:002002-09-29T16:33:05.603-07:00Contemplating eternity beneath the vast indifference of heaven
More on the relentless march through books I've read this year soon.
Songwriter Warren Zevon is dying of cancer, giving his many fans and admirers the rare opportunity to eulogize him while he’s still here. Zevon carved a unique niche among singer-songwriters—the mordant one, the tough guy, who could veer precipitously from mellowBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-822871342002-09-29T16:28:00.000-07:002002-09-29T16:28:37.236-07:00Contemplating eternity beneath the vast indifference of heaven
More on the relentless march through books I've read this year soon.
Songwriter Warren Zevon is dying of cancer, giving his many fans and admirers the rare opportunity to eulogize him while he’s still here. Zevon carved a unique niche among singer-songwriters—the mordant one, the tough guy, who could veer precipitously from mellow Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-800903212002-08-10T22:43:00.000-07:002002-08-10T22:43:50.760-07:00Books: I Read 'Em, You Weep
GIL EVANS: OUT OF THE COOL, HIS LIFE AND MUSIC by Stephanie Stein Crease. Suffers the typical failures of a music bio: the writer brings nothing to the material except the gathering of it, evinces no personality, no special take or insight into the subject matter, doesn’t even imbue any feeling for the reason why she cared enough about Gil Evans to research and write Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-790816532002-07-17T15:17:00.000-07:002002-07-17T15:17:52.120-07:00Point size is becoming a problemBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-790811932002-07-17T15:05:00.000-07:002002-07-17T15:05:21.306-07:00Nothing's working.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-790717122002-07-17T10:37:00.000-07:002002-07-17T10:37:09.450-07:00testBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-790536802002-07-16T23:14:00.000-07:002002-07-16T23:14:55.106-07:00testBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-790533412002-07-16T23:04:00.000-07:002002-07-16T23:04:23.080-07:00“Up in the sky is a place where you go if you’ve done nothing wrong”
The book commentary will be taking a short breather.
John Entwistle is dead.
Not news anymore, but history. Still. A lot of people’s history. Musical history. Bass guitar history. In paying him respect some people used the mistaken term “influential” for John’s style. But that’s not really right. He was sui generis; few tried Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-782408942002-06-26T14:45:00.000-07:002002-06-26T14:45:53.856-07:00Books: It's What's for Supper
DESIGN FOR DYING by Timothy Leary and R.U. Sirius. One suspects this is written almost entirely by Sirius, using Leary’s past writings and ideas as a guide. Another explanation of Leary’s still interesting “eight circuit” model of the brain (more precisely, of human personality development); but that job was still done best by exegete Robert Anton Wilson in Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-778773472002-06-17T22:14:00.000-07:002002-06-17T22:14:33.270-07:00When I have spare time, I read books. Only then do I write half-remember lies about the books I read
As threatened, the book review section. Herewith begins a relentlessly continuing account of all the books I've finished so far in 2002, in chronological order. Someone get me a sandwich.
AGAINST THE AMERICAN GRAIN by Dwight MacDonald. Fascinated by his recent Michael Wreszin-edited letters Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-777878872002-06-15T14:41:00.000-07:002002-06-15T14:41:14.166-07:00Alec Bemis, an old chum from the halcyon rock-n-roll fanzine days (former publisher of JABONI YOUTH, a fine periodical that was graceful enough to publish some thoughts of mine on rock and capitalism) (and also majordomo of the record label Brassland, issuers of the Clogs THOM’S NIGHT OUT, a slice of heavily lovely orchestral wonderment that it would alternately sooth and amaze you to hear) Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-776750552002-06-12T17:04:00.000-07:002002-06-12T17:04:29.743-07:00It has been six years since the last issue of Surrender, the now mostly-out-of-print-let-me-check-my-closet issue, with the legendarily grueling 33-page interview with Gregg Turkington and very detailed, extremely well-thought-out comments on every book I had read and every record I'd listened to that year. This is now the beginnings of Surrender #6.
Since then, electricity has been invented andBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-776747812002-06-12T16:55:00.000-07:002002-06-12T16:55:52.690-07:00Never mind. It turns out I don't your help. I can take care of this just fine, thank you. In fact, just leave me alone. Please. Just for minute.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572405.post-776742412002-06-12T16:38:00.000-07:002002-06-12T16:38:07.676-07:00Help me.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762531666318117072noreply@blogger.com