Before the Ghosts Came (2 of 2)

March 20, 2021 in Article, Feature

D Howland Abbott

[For the first part of a two-part article go here.]

Dr. Bob wound a chewed pen in his wiry hair and looked at me over the top of his John Lennon spectacles. “So how is your testimony doing these days, David?” I was appalled at the question; he was asking if I was a good and faithful member of the Mormon church, which was none of his business. This question had no place in what was supposed to be a therapeutic relationship; fortunately I knew the language of this particular lie very well. I’d had to recite it dozens of times in my life, and my response was thoroughly scripted.

“Well, doc, I believe that God and His Son appeared to Joseph Smith in the Garden of Gethsemane. I believe that Gordon Hinckley is a prophet, and that God speaks to him directly. I pay my tithing, I attend all my church meetings… My testimony is in great shape.”

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Video: Diplomat

March 18, 2021

Renowned video artist, Michael Lewy, has created Mutable’s first-ever video, and we are using this video for Diplomat to kick off our new YouTube channel! Diplomat is from our latest release, Different Directions, which is available now on Bandcamp. You can find out more about M. Lewy here and follow him on Twitter (@mlewy). What a delightful monster-filled romp about disillusioned diplomats!

1. It's Alright Merry
2. Break in the Line
3. Different Directions
4. Hiding Out
5. Parents Disease
6. Diplomat
7. Directions Theme
8. Now and Here
9. Home
10. Insomnia
11. World of Angels

Digital album available to stream or download now!

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Escape from Mayor McCheese Prison

March 17, 2021 in Story, Feature

John Wilmes

In my thirty-first year, what I looked forward to more than anything were my walks. My wife did not know about them. On these walks, I would get McDonald’s—often a shameful amount, double-digit McNuggets and multiple sandwiches. I would take laps around the neighborhood and, while walking, eat it all secretly. The dexterity, the downright athleticism required to do this with my robust pace was considerable. And here we have to add in that I would perversely construct my laps so to pass by our house during them, adding extra levels of hiding complication to the routine. My ingenuity was pushed to impressive heights by the goals and restrictions of my secret McDonald’s exercise; my left forearm grew much stronger over months of doing this, it being so often a tensed narrow table I put all my food on and kept balanced amidst high walking speeds. I was also required to skillfully hold a coat over this mobile dining structure, as cover, when I passed by our home.

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Video: Steam

March 14, 2021 in sad, Series

Song-A-Day

“Fill your head with steam, dear.” At the end of a long day, John Manson knows just what you need. Another Song-A-Day from the minds of Manson & Madri, who brought us Angels and Fillies, Rage and Sirens, Surge and Brigade and Maidens. Another barroom anthem for the late-night heavy drinking crowd. Fill your head with steam.

You can find a selection of these songs on their album Secret Griefs here.

John Manson and Dan Madri of The Gondoliers, became involved 4 years ago in a project called Fun-A-Day. (Or FAD.) And now John and Dan are continuing this tradition under the title Song-A-Day or SAD, and over the course of the coming months, we here at Mutable will be posting them regularly for your viewing and listening pleasure. Enjoy!

Audiobook: Welcome to Weltschmerz, USA

March 13, 2021 in Podcast, Bedroom Theater, Series

The Bedroom Theater Dispatch

Bedroom Theater began with a changed lightbulb and ended in a desert in Nevada. The audio book presented here presents the journey it took to bedrooms across America in the 1970 VW minibus pictured above, a journey of two young people, and a journey through the summer of 2003, and its many back alleys and exotic half-stories. This is the abridged audio book version of Welcome to Weltschmerz, unfolding biweekly on the Mutable site. Start at the bottom and work your way up to follow Jill and Gabe through the bedrooms of the past. Enjoy!

Featured

Chapter 15: Every Day a Different Toxin

Chapter 14: Alone Again, Naturally

Chapter 13: Anarchy for You and for Me

Chapter 12: I Sing a Slice of Life

Chapter 11: Unicorns & the Rest of the Bestiary

Chapter 10: The House of the Rising Sun

Chapter 9: Frank & Eddy

Chapter 8: A Detour From Nowhere

Chapter 7: These Dark Days Have Come Back Again

Chapter 6: Impaled on the Horn of Texas

Chapter 5: A Family Affair

Chapter 4: The Forest of Freshly Lit Carnage

Chapter 3: The Van & The Camera

Chapter 2: Dream a Little Dream of Dramamine

Chapter 1: Last Week's Broadcast

AfroSurreal Manifesto

March 12, 2021 in Manifesto of the Month, Feature

Manifesto of the Month

I'm not a surrealist. I just paint what I see. — Frida Kahlo

THE PAST AND THE PRELUDE

In his introduction to the classic novel Invisible Man (1952), ambiguous black and literary icon Ralph Ellison says the process of creation was "far more disjointed than [it] sounds ... such was the inner-outer subjective-objective process, pied rind and surreal heart."

Ellison's allusion is to his book's most perplexing character, Rinehart the Runner, a dandy, pimp, numbers runner, drug dealer, prophet, and preacher. The protagonist of Invisible Man takes on the persona of Rinehart so that "I may not see myself as others see me not." Wearing a mask of dark shades and large-brimmed hat, he is warned by a man known as the fellow with the gun, "Listen Jack, don't let nobody make you act like Rinehart. You got to have a smooth tongue, a heartless heart, and be ready to do anything."

Before the Ghosts Came (1 of 2)

March 10, 2021 in Article, Feature

D Howland Abbott

Sit beside the breakfast table. Think about your troubles. Pour yourself a cup of tea, and think about the bubbles. You can take a teardrop and drop it in a teacup. Take it down to the riverside and throw it over the side to be swept up by a current and taken to the ocean to be eaten by some fishes, who are eaten by some fishes and swallowed by a whale who grew so old he decomposed. He died and left his body to the bottom of the ocean. Now, everybody knows that when a body decomposes, the basic elements are given back to the ocean. And the sea does what it oughta, and soon there’s salty water—not too good for drinkin’, ‘cuz it tastes just like a teardrop. Goin’ right into a filter, it comes out from a faucet and it pours into a teapot which is just about to bubble. Now: think about your troubles.
– Harry Nilsson

I have heard it said that LSD, once ingested, remains in your system forever. They say that it sits, hibernating or just bored, somewhere in the gnarl of one’s spinal column; waiting for an inopportune moment to put on its hobnail boots and start stomping around. When this happens, often for no discernible reason (although I have found that certain geographical locations have a tendency to agitate the little devil), it is referred to colloquially as an ‘acid flashback’.

Food Hackers, the 90's, & TAZ

March 06, 2021 in Article, Letter from the Editor

Letter from the Editor

The first time I met a man I will call M, I was traveling across the country in a 1971 VW minibus with a girl who broke up with me after a week, and performing plays in people’s in people’s bedrooms, and he was going to cooking school. Sometimes it takes a really destructive love affair to realize this’s no way to spend your life. Writing code for hours and hours and hours and then? What do I get at the end of the day? A headache. We then proceeded to perform an anarchist musical in his living room.

That was years ago now, and he has since gone on to become a food hacker, his own term.

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Video: Maidens

March 02, 2021 in sad, Series

Song-A-Day

“Spare me your story.” Our heroes are weary. Another low-fi masterpiece from John Manson and Dan Madri, but where are we going on this journey of mind? We have witnessed Angels and Fillies, been torn by Rage and Sirens, and then came the Surge and its Brigade. And now… Where to now, John?

You can find a selection of these songs on their album Secret Griefs here.

John Manson and Dan Madri of The Gondoliers, became involved 4 years ago in a project called Fun-A-Day. (Or FAD.) And now John and Dan are continuing this tradition under the title Song-A-Day or SAD, and over the course of the coming months, we here at Mutable will be posting them regularly for your viewing and listening pleasure. Enjoy!

Lawrence Ferlinghetti RIP

February 28, 2021 in Article, Feature, Poetry, Story

Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)

(Lawrence Ferlinghetti, perhaps best known as the champion of the Beats, founder of City Lights, a star lost in the lap of San Francisco, was of course something of a poet in his own right, and is now dead. We wanted to mark this moment with a poem from the man himself. To hear more beat poetry, including by Mr. Ferlinghetti himself, go here.)

Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of day
performing entrechats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be

For he's the super realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying leap

And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence

Gabriel Boyer & Malcolm Felder: 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

February 25, 2021 in Mutablesoundofthemonth, Feature, Podcast

Mutable Sound of the Month

For this Mutable Sound of the month, Malcolm and I thought we’d present you with a song we recorded one fateful night many years ago. I will never forget my irritation when Malcolm nudged me to come out to the car to record another pop masterpiece. I remember very distinctly thinking to myself, Oh. God. Do we have to record every time we hang out?

The idea was to record an inappropriate holiday country song using an array of instruments from Malcolm’s stash, like his chinese accordian and autoharp, in Malcolm’s grandfather’s old Chevy Caprice Classic. What we ended up with was a new year’s song about an absentee dad.

Then Malcolm began recording, on a stereo microphone attached to a simple cassette. After each track had been recorded, he would play it back on the car stereo, and we would record over it on a new tape, then put that tape in the car stereo, and record yet again, until our final track was this bizarre blown-out mush. Then Malcolm performed his usual production magic, and voila. Here it is. Another song I love.

Gabriel Chad Boyer

Mutable Sound is pleased to present a unique musical experience every month or so by ourselves or someone we’ve been introduced to. These are from the reel-to-reels and tascams of the garages and basements of the world. If you have a track you would like us to hear, please feel free to send it on to mail@mutablesound.com along with credits and a brief description.

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Boston Bands in the 90's: Morphine

February 21, 2021 in Series, Boston Bands in the 90s

Here at Mutable, we remember the 90s with a fondness, and especially the bands in Boston of the 90s. We thought we’d start this series of live footage of Boston 90s bands with the notorious Morphine as filmed below at the Middle East in Central Square circa 1990. You may not be able to go to live shows currently, but you can remember the world that was, when bands, both momentous and ill-advised, played the venues of Boston with vim and vigor. All footage care of the legendary and now deceased Billy Ruane and his Road to Ruane feed.

shared by the Billy Ruane live archive preservation, videotaped by Jody Urbati-Moore

Billy Ruane was a staple of the scene at one point, and he documented endless shows throughout the 90’s and beyond. These videos came out of that.

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Video: Brigade

February 18, 2021 in sad, Series

Song-A-Day

“I want to fight when you say fight. I want to kill when you say kill. I want to play for the winning team.” John is taking us further into the depths of the American psyche with his ongoing treatment of themes with Dan Madri. From Angels to Fillies to Rage to Sirens to Surge, John & Dan’s Song-A-Day project is relentless.

You can find a selection of these songs on their album Secret Griefs here.

John Manson and Dan Madri of The Gondoliers, became involved 4 years ago in a project called Fun-A-Day. (Or FAD.) And now John and Dan are continuing this tradition under the title Song-A-Day or SAD, and over the course of the coming months, we here at Mutable will be posting them regularly for your viewing and listening pleasure. Enjoy!

The Manifesto Manifesto

January 19, 2021 in Manifesto of the Month, Feature

Manifesto of the Month

1:There is an art form

1.1 There is an art to manifestos as there is an art to anything. Avoid this art form. Make other forms of art. There is no reason to make unfounded statements into strong declarative sentences. Do not believe yourself. Believe others first. Rather than holding yourself up as somehow a larger life form, remember that your unique perspective is a wondrous fallacy. Instead believe everything and anything. Be credulous.

1.2 When writing your manifesto, find yourself hidden behind a potted plant. At other times be other places. Make sure that you are always somewhere. If you are ever somewhere that is also nowhere, then be warned that this is dangerous. This is the sort of place that happens when a person is walking around without formed thoughts. It can be pleasurable. Some people drink themselves silly to achieve this placeless place on a nightly basis. This has little to do with the art of the manifesto.

Gloomy Sunday

January 18, 2021 in Article, Isstillcools**t, Feature

In the Mutableye

According to one anecdote, the song Gloomy Sunday was originally written by Hungarian pianist and composer, Rezső Seress in Paris in December of 1932, the day after a row with his fiancée over his failure as a composer had led to her departure, this being a Sunday, but then again, Gloomy Sunday is plagued by anecdotal evidence. Mostly having to do with its ability to drive perfectly sane people to suicide, and who and when. Rezső Seress’ now estranged fiancée for example? It became famous in the states as the “Hungarian suicide song” before Billie Holiday ever touched it. However, speculation aside, that it was connected with a rash of suicides in Hungary around 1936 seems uncontested.

Scripted Cocktail Party

January 16, 2021 in Article, Bedroom Theater, Series

Bedroom Theater Dispatch

During these strange covid times, perhaps we all need to calm down, down a few drinks, and read aloud the words of others rather than venturing into the dangerous theatrics of our normal everyday improvised speech.

Forced to have a cocktail party for two because you’re under quarantine? Or a cocktail party of one? Worry not! These dialogues are engineered to entertain! Often surreal, occasionally audacious, silly, unrepentant, and embarrassing/humiliating, you are guaranteed a good time if you and one or two friends sit yourselves down on the couch and read and act out the attached plays for your amusement.

With such memorable one-liners as: “Are you the object of my affection? I forget,” and, “Who put the rotten tentacles in my bed,” this Collection of Conversations for Everyday Use is best done over Moscow Mules. These plays have been performed in Chicago, Boston, New York, and throughout America, in living rooms, art spaces, lofts, and of course bedrooms, as many of the attached short plays came out of the two years I spent performing plays in my bedroom, which culminated in a summer spent traveling from Boston to New Orleans to LA to Seattle in a 1971 minibus performing plays in bedrooms and courtyards and all with a girl who broke up with me after the first, a tragicomic experience to be sure.

These short plays are written in the hopes to alleviate the boredom and strain upon my fellow Americans during these trying times. Please feel free to pass them on to your friends. You can view or download the scripts here to throw your own scripted cocktail party or click on the link below!

Read Scripts

Bedroom Theater began when my roommate changed the light bulb in my bedroom and ended in a five-hour crying spree in the Nevada desert. There is no audience, only people performing for each other. For more on this, please see Welcome to Weltschmerz.

Video: Surge

January 15, 2021 in sad, Series

Song-A-Day

“The blood will surge.” This prophecy of apocalypse is an anthem of our times. John & Dan, as usual, are taking us down roads we do not want to travel, to contemplate realities we wish would just leave us alone, but unfortunately, you are living and breathing this time and place along with rest of us. From Angels to Fillies, from Rage to Sirens, John & Dan’s Song-A-Day project continues to drag us through the muck of our times.

You can find a selection of these songs on their album Secret Griefs here.

John Manson and Dan Madri of The Gondoliers, became involved 4 years ago in a project called Fun-A-Day. (Or FAD.) And now John and Dan are continuing this tradition under the title Song-A-Day or SAD, and over the course of the coming months, we here at Mutable will be posting them regularly for your viewing and listening pleasure. Enjoy!

Roy Orbison in Clingfilm

January 15, 2021 in Story, Feature

Ulrich Haarbürste

It always starts the same way. I am in the garden airing my terrapin Jetta when he walks past my gate, that mysterious man in black.

‘Hello Roy,’ I say. ‘What are you doing in Dusseldorf?’

‘Attending to certain matters,’ he replies.

‘Ah,’ I say.

He apprises Jetta’s lines with a keen eye. ‘That is a well-groomed terrapin,’ he says.

‘Her name is Jetta.’ I say. ‘Perhaps you would like to come inside?’

My Asinine Life: The Non-Existent Machine

January 15, 2021 in Article, My Asinine Life, Series

Gabriel Boyer

How does the crisis come? What is the moment? Who owns the disaster? And where does it lead?

There is no one moment when the things we saw become things that are seeing us back. There is no time coming when my own hands will turn to birds and begin fluttering about the pages of my face. There will never be a day when I wake with a single yelp and hop skipping from my bed to go do the two-step down to what paradise lurks on the first floor. I am not draped in the lights of epiphany. I know no answers, but the questions continue to evolve into ever more exotic questions every year.

I am the kind of half-assed loser who categorizes different vistas of bathroom tile as to their degree of ominous and/or disease quotient. I am the one who hyperventilates over video conferencing as the clicks begin to invade our connection. I wake on my firm sheetless mattress wrapped in a single fuzzy blanket to protect from the incessant attacks of mosquitoes whirring about the vicinity of my earholes in an otherwise empty room in rural Vietnam, where I now live, as in I rent a four-story house with other foreigners and work in the rural city of Phủ Lý, and generally speaking am haunted by the more unpleasant sexual encounters of my younger days while also ensconced inside of what hungry ghosts latch onto the already dwindling days gone by, hopes to come, and passion spent—and the body begun its long dysfunction unto death.

Enter the disease.

Enter Mister Maurice (2 of 2)

January 15, 2021 in Article, Feature

William Levy

“Hello, Bill,” he croaked.

“Hello, Bill,” I echoed.

“Where did you get that manuscript of The Wild Boys?” he asked.

“From Gerrit Komrij.”

“Who’s that?” He cried out with exasperated incredulity.

“He’s Maurice Girodias’ agent in Holland.”

“You mean Maurice gave you permission to publish it?”

“Well, not exactly,” I sputtered. Even back then, Burroughs and I had known each other a long while, over a decade. We had first become acquainted in 1960 and in 1961 at the now famous, albeit then deeply shabby “Beat Hotel” on rue Git le Coeur in Paris, had seen each other in New York at his loft on Centre Street and also often in England, and he had generously given me manuscripts to publish in other magazines I edited, The Insect Trust Gazette(USA) and International Times (London).

“Your book came up at a dinner party. I asked to read the manuscript and Maurice gave his agent, this Komrij, permission to give it to me. I took it on my own to publish it,” I admitted. “Out of admiration for your work, Bill. I wasn’t trying to harm you.”

D Howland Abbott

1. It's Alright Merry 2. Break in the Line 3. Different Directions 4. Hiding Out 5. Parents Disease 6. Diplomat 7. Directions Theme 8. Now and Here9. Home10. Insomnia 11. World of Angels

Digital album available to stream or download now!

John Wilmes

THE PAST AND THE PRELUDE

D Howland Abbott

Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)

Billy Ruane was a staple of the scene at one point, and he documented endless shows throughout the 90’s and beyond. These videos came out of that.

Bedroom Theater began when my roommate changed the light bulb in my bedroom and ended in a five-hour crying spree in the Nevada desert. There is no audience, only people performing for each other. For more on this, please see Welcome to Weltschmerz.

Ulrich Haarbürste

1. It's Alright Merry
2. Break in the Line
3. Different Directions
4. Hiding Out
5. Parents Disease
6. Diplomat
7. Directions Theme
8. Now and Here
9. Home
10. Insomnia
11. World of Angels