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TONIGHT!!!

July 13, 2009 By: shitalphin Category: Music No Comments →

Valerie's singing from her latest CD "Antenna" at Sweet Paradise on Orchard at 10pm. FREE.

WELCOME BACK TO BABYLON YHOSEPHUS & IDIT!!!!!!!

June 02, 2009 By: zoroastroyid Category: 'tis a plant, 'tis a plant; like sweet basil, 7FATCOW EXCLUSIVE, Blogroll, Charedi Porn, Chulent as a movemnet; of the arts et al., CowFare, Good vs. Evil, Holy Masochism, Jewish equals SCARY many times, Literature, Madness, Music, Poetry, Ruckus, Secular and Jewish equals Scary sometimes, Snag!, Thanks Johnny, Yoyli, a slow news day, a stone would cry, art, bullshit, comparative religion, drugs, freudian, goyim get drunk and kill each other, health, hechereh zachen, just because, kidush hashem, kike!, l'chaim!, like fucking parsley, moshiach's tsaytn, oisgefucked, politricks, public service, racism is schism on a serious trip, scary shit, sex, shabbos, shah! di rebeh redt…, tish above, toyreh chadushu, trip reports, worse than Satmer, yeridas hadoyres 3 Comments →

Up through the ashes of Babylon, Cannibus Chassidus shall rise — Jah!

TONIGHT: she’s one smokin’ bitch

May 21, 2009 By: shitalphin Category: Music 2 Comments →

from emilia cataldo:
it's also my graduation party, early birthday party, going away party (just for the summer) ..
but that doesn't detract from the fact that i've put together a new cd that I LOVE and i want all my friends and their friends and so on to come and celebrate.

PTERODACTYL BABY (that's the name of the cd) Release Party
THURS MAY 21ST
Location: Desmonds Tavern  433 Park Ave, Bt 29 an 30th st
$5
8pm-1
the kickassss lineup is:

8pm stolen brown evergreen
8:40- Toby goodshank
10:30 Jon Taub
11:00 NEHEDAR

I hope to see you there : )

life-changing

April 16, 2009 By: shitalphin Category: Literature, Music, Poetry, a stone would cry, art, goyim get drunk and kill each other 12 Comments →

http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2009/apr/16/susan-boyle-britains-got-talent

most of the world has viewed it but in case you were passing over…

[de profundis adds: please watch this. you won't regret it.]

Susan Boyle - Singer - Britains Got Talent 2009

(they don't allow embedded video so click to watch)

Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil…

March 31, 2009 By: atgate231 Category: 'tis a plant; like sweet basil, Chulent as a movemnet; of the arts et al., CowFare, Good vs. Evil, Madness, Music, Poetry, ViDeO, art, bullshit, comparative religion, drugs, fuck judaism, hechereh zachen, torah, trip reports No Comments →

Mind Games

-atgate231 (for Radha)

Mick Jagger’s Poilisher Drug Pimp

February 23, 2009 By: yiush Category: Charedi Porn, Madness, Music, drugs, moshiach's tsaytn 2 Comments →

You can't make this stuff up. From an excerpt in The New York Post from  the book the fan Under Their Thumb: How a Nice Boy from Brooklyn Got Mixed Up with the Rolling Stones (and Lived to Tell About It)"by Bill German

BAND'S STRANGEST SIDEKICK A COKE-SNORTIN', GROUPIE-GROPIN', YIDDISH-SPOUTIN' GEEZER

…THERE were a number of characters among the Stones' rotating cast of assistants and friends. Like Svi, the pharmacist and Talmudic scholar, who was given $700 every day by the tour's accountant to buy things for Keith Richards

…But if you had to pick a "Rolling Stones insider" out of a line-up, Freddy Sessler would be your last candidate. He was a Holocaust survivor with two decades on Keith and four decades on me.

I met him in the mid-'80s during an all-nighter at Ron Wood's house. His first words to me were "So vot are you vorking on vit Voody? You vant maybe some blow?" His accent was so thick, I can't do it justice in print. He pronounced Keith "Keet" and Woody "Voody" and sounded like Peter Lorre from those old horror films.Bill German (center) celebrates at a 1988 party for Beggar's Banquet, along with (from left) legendary R&B singer Don Covay, Keith friend and Holocaust survivor Freddy Sessler, Keith Richards and Sarah Dash, a member of Keith's solo touring band, the X-Pensive Wines, and member of disco group LaBelle.2nd from left, Freddy Sessler


Freddy Sessler was born in Krakow, Poland in 1923. When he was 15 years old, Hitler's forces came through his Jewish neighborhood, torching homes and shooting people in the street. Freddy, along with his entire family, was rounded up and sent to a nearby concentration camp.

He attempted an escape one night, and it worked. He left his family behind and made his way to Russia. But when the Communists got hold of him, they shipped him to Siberia. They then sent him to England during World War II, because the Allies needed translators in London. Freddy spoke English, Polish, Russian, German and Yiddish.

When the war was over, he returned to Poland to search for his family, but learned they were dead. The house he grew up in was no longer standing. Freddy had to start his life over.

 

Greek Precursor to Chabad Farbrengen

February 13, 2009 By: de profundis Category: Literature, Music, comparative religion, hechereh zachen, kidush hashem, l'chaim!, torah 14 Comments →

(recent Chabad rants inspired by atgate231 and radha)

"Symposium" should be the right translation for the word "farbrengen". The original meaning of the word, before it was usurped by the Academics, was "drinking party".

Of course "Symposium" is the title of Plato's dialogue on Love, which fits right in. The homo-eroticism is platonic: cross that with a Chabad Farbrengen.

And as for the Academics, well, that fits in too: a forum for each person to express their views/emotions in an open accepting environment.

Abraham Abulafia Visits the Pope: A Fragment of a Steinian Opera

February 01, 2009 By: atgate231 Category: Chulent as a movemnet; of the arts et al., Literature, Madness, Music, Poetry, art, bullshit, moshiach's tsaytn, trip reports No Comments →

By Jerome Rothenberg

for Charlie Morrow

Scene One Chorus
Jews in a ring.
Jews on a rollercoaster.
Jews who sing in a ring.
They are & they sing about everything.
Old Jews who do what they do they sing & they ride on a rollercoaster they sing in a ring & young Jews do too who move by ones & by twos they ride to the sky & over the sky they ride in Italy over the sky & on the sky Jews on a rollercoaster do who ride over Italy on a ride to the sky.

First Jew
[in black face & puffing on a stogie]
I am a Jew I am a Jew too & I have come to Italy to ride on the sky & to be blue oh yes blue yes blue blue.

Second Jew
[a pirate with a gold ring in one ear]
Over the sky in a rollercoaster I too who am a Jew & who say blow me away & shiver my timbers sweetly yes sweet my sweet Jewish timbers.

Third Jew
[in a feather bonnet he is an Indian tomahawk & all]
Yes yes I have come all the way to Italy to be a Jew like you oh like you yes yes like you I ride on a rollercoaster over the sky.

Fourth Jew
[majestically dressed he is dressed as the statue of liberty in a long gown & with a glowing torch]
I have left the golden land & I have a torch in my hand in my precious Jewish hand I have come to land in Italy too & to ride on the sky like you.

Fifth Jew
[a wolf mask over his face & a shepherd's crook in his hand]
Am I not a Jew if I am not a Jew what am I, but if an animal can be a Jew I am one too.

Sixth Jew
[in the clothes of an Arab or maybe of a patriarchal Jew]
I am a true Jew true & blue & I say barakh hu to everyone I see in Italy & here too.

Seventh Jew
[wears a military costume with medals on his chest & a cockade on his head]
A Jew who says one two & two knows one & two & can do whaever I do, he can ride on a rollercoaster & dance yes a Jew can dance too in advance of a rollercoaster.

Eighth Jew
[a faggot]
A Jew like me in Italy is a Jew & is a faggot too like me yes anyone who comes to Italy can be a Jew & he can ride on a rollercoaster on the sky & so I am true & blue.

Ninth Jew
[spherical & round he rolls across the floor]
I cannot say barakh hu & yet I am a Jew nevertheless & this is true.

Tenth Jew
[Abulafia]
But Abulafia who is a Jew is different too. He is the first to sing & the first to come to Italy. He is the first to meet the king the true Italian king & the first to meet the pope the way I do. He is the first in war the first in peace & the first in the hearts of his countrymen.

[The true Italian king comes in he is dressed like George Washington & rides on a bicycle.]

Chorus & Jews
[singing]
He is King.
He matters.
He is King.
He forgives.
He is King
He is King.
He attends a wedding.
He is King.
He attends a decision.
He attends.
He attends.
He dances.
We see.
He is King.
We siphon.
The inheritors dance.
He matters.
He is King.
We attend a wedding.
He is King.
He is King.
He forgives.

Abulafia
This is a scene.

King
In a garden.

Abulafia
In Italy.

King
What is your name.

Abulafia
Abulafia.

King
You have come a long way. What is your name, I pray, I pray.

Abulafia
My name is buried in a hat.
[He looks for it.]
Yes it is Abulafia. See. It is Abraham Abulafia.

King
I see & do you sit beside me.

Abulafia
Yes I do. Thank you I do.

King
I am a king.

Abulafia
I see that & I thank you too.

King
But I am a hidden king though I am most true.

Abulafia
Do not forget the penpoint when you do.

King
No but I forget the world in bits & pieces.

[Abulafia reads from a book.]

King
Will you read to me from a book.

Abulafia
Thank you, I pray & I pray. I will read to you from a book.

King
Begin here

Abulafia
Yes here.

[He begins to read aloud. The other Jews circle around him.]

Abulafia
Here is here now & here is here now & here is here now. And here. He does & does he sing between the curtains. Yes it says. A herd of horses crosses through his hall & circles. In a ring. What is his book called. It is called the Book of Witness. See. The little y is where his name is. It is here & here. Oh yes cries Abulafia & do it once. Once here & one here. One is called a king & two is called a king's king & three is called a king's king once. Four is fourth & goes forth to a door. He opens to begin a door. And five. Five is on a hand & is a herd of horses. Six are Jews & brightly. Seven is a proposition. Eight is also nine. And Abulafia again is ten & goes forth to a door.

[He passes the book to the first Jew.]

First Jew
He goes forth to a door. Here is Barcelona where the trip begins.

Second Jew
Begin is pleasing. Capri is rich with fish & goyim. If you can do mileage with a pencil others will find the way.

Third & Fourth Jews
When they say they say. When a month is far away they say the gay month.

Fifth Jew
Jews kiss Jews. A gay month. He is on his way to Rome.

Sixth Jew
Two Jews are on their way to Rome. One is gay & one is in golf shoes. The other is in despair.

Seventh Jew
A king a garden & a violin. The door before the Pope is open to a door. A door swings shut so sadly sadly.

Eighth Jew
Two Jews in golf shoes. Two Jews in paper hats. My hat is launched. To see the King first is to be with kisses.

Ninth Jew
Two Jews in tears. One bows before you. One is the other's keeper. The Messiah is the one called the Messiah.

Abulafia
Now Abulafia puts down the book. He is all smiles. The King is charmed by him & the Jews are irreversible. Abulafia winces. His right leg feels the skateboard still in place. Ring a rubber bell for me. He rings it. The house in Italy leads to a rollercoaster in the sky. A Jew lights a cheroot & feels a small decline. I let the King peak through my glasses. See oh yes I see. A wise Jew pisses in a tub. He rubs her ivories with lemons, then descends. Dance One: The King in Limbo. Strike a pose. Repose. Disclose. Expose. A thin Jew swings a shoe. Dance Two: The King is talking to his telephone. Where is the Pope is he in Rome of course the Pope would be in Rome. And the Messiah. Tell oh tell is the Messiah in the garden in which he fell.

King & Abulafia
Yes he is here oh yes yes he is here & here before a garden.

From Poems and Poetics bolg: http://poemsandpoetics.blogspot.com/2008/11/abraham-abulafia-visits-pope-fragment.html

-atgate231

The Fugs mit Tuli Kupferberg fin de Lower-Eastside

January 17, 2009 By: atgate231 Category: 'tis a plant, Charedi Porn, Chulent as a movemnet; of the arts et al., Good vs. Evil, Literature, Madness, Music, Poetry, ViDeO, art, bullshit, death, drugs, kidush hashem, moshiach's tsaytn, oisgefucked, politricks, sex, torah, trip reports 8 Comments →

The Fugs are a band formed in New York City in 1965 by poets Ed Sanders and Tuli Kupferberg, with Ken Weaver on drums. Soon afterwards, they were joined by Peter Stampfel and Steve Weber of the Holy Modal Rounders. The band was named by Kupferberg, from a euphemism for "fuck" used in Norman Mailer's novel, The Naked and the Dead. Their participation in a protest against the Vietnam War in the late 1960's, during which they purportedly attempted to encircle and levitate the Pentagon, is chronicled in Norman Mailer's novel, Armies of the Night

From Wikipedia  

Tuli Kupferberg (born September 28, 1923) is an American counterculture poet, author, cartoonist, pacifist anarchist, publisher and co-founder of the band The Fugs. A cum laude graduate of Brooklyn College in 1944, Kupferberg founded the magazine Birth in 1958[1]. Birth ran for only three issues but published notable Beat Generation authors such as Allen Ginsberg, Diane Di Prima, LeRoi Jones, Ted Joans in the Beat circle. Kupferberg reportedly appears in Ginsberg's poem Howl as the person "who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown". The incident in question actually occurred on the Manhattan Bridge[2], and is mentioned in the prose poem "Memorial Day 1971″ written by Ted Berrigan and Anne Waldman: I asked Tuli Kupferberg once, "Did you really jump off of The Manhattan Bridge?" "Yeah," he said, "I really did." "How come?" I said. "I thought that I had lost the ability to love," Tuli said. "So, I figured I might as well be dead. So, I went one night to the top of The Manhattan Bridge, & after a few minutes, I jumped off." "That's amazing," I said. "Yeah," Tuli said, "but nothing happened. I landed in the water, & I wasn't dead. So I swam ashore, & went home, & took a bath, & went to bed. Nobody even noticed." In 1961 he wrote 1001 Ways to Live Without Working, which actually contains 1005 ways to live without working, and also a number of very interesting old ads, for instance referring to raffles for slaves and unfailing ways to cure cancer and obesity. His most recent work is Teach Yourself Fucking (2000), a collection of cartoons that was published by Autonomedia. Kupferberg is active in New York pacifist anarchist circles. He was featured in a cameo appearance in the Richard Pryor underground film Dynamite Chicken and more recently in the Jeffrey Lewis music video for Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror.[4] His biweekly T.V. show Revolting News airs on Manhattan Neighborhood Network's channel 56, alternate Mondays at 10 P.M. Eastern Standard Time ,and may be accessed by MNNs internet stream in real time http:// www.mnn.org. His YouTube channel is called "tulifuli."

From Wikipedia

I put together some of their music here. They have a ton of great shit but this is just a sampling I deemed relevant to this post on the Cow.

On the development of the band:

Rhapsody Of Tuli 

Slum Goddess


“Bulbes”

Nothing

One of the seventy faces:

The Ten Commandments

A sacred choral:

Marijuana

Poems set to music:

Two by Blake:

Ah, Sunflower Weary Of Time

How Sweet I Roamed

Matthew Arnold:

Dover Beach

Allen Ginsberg's Howl

I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Rock

(Btw, Allen wrote a book titled “Consulting I Ching Smoking Pot Listening to the Fugs Sing Blake” of which only 100 copies were printed)

B”H Tuli is doing well (ad me'ah ve-esrim) and is being mefitz toireh over the internet.

There Are Only Three Jokes

Tuli Kupferberg Fig Leaf Olympics

There is a lot more stuff on YouTube…

And this from their website thefugs.com,

The Fugs have begun recording The Fugs Final CD (Part 2)!! Over eleven songs by Fugs co-founder Tuli Kupferberg were recorded in New York City, including potential airplay hits such as "Backward Jewish Soldiers," "Where Have All The Commies Gone," the Campfire Girls classic "Ghost Chickens in the Sky," "Emma's Song," a paeon to the great Emma Goldman, and other excellent Kupferbergian poems.  In the new CD, watch for a further tune in the Johnny Pissoff series. This one will be titled "Deep Six Pack," and trace Mr. Pissoff's adventures as a new age healer. Ed has also written a rock version of the Bill of Rights, including the entire text of this freedom-quaranteeing eternal document.

So they’re still hanging out here in NY. Instead of waiting for them to show up I think it’s time we tried to visit them…or at least got Tuli to teach us each 1 way to live without working.

 -atgate231

freddie hubbard, a true jazz great, one of the last, just passed on, check him out on trumpet

January 11, 2009 By: Shmuel Category: Music, Poetry 1 Comment →