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AS COMMERCIAL RADIO KILLS MUSIC, JOIN ME...FRIENDS REQUESTS: This is all about the music, so to make my "friends" page useful and uncluttered, only bands, record labels, and other FP-approved music-related things (and other friends of the blog) will be added as friends. Thank you for understanding, now go find some good music.Funeral Pudding is both an mp3 blog and a fine chap raised young on a healthy San Antonio diet of Def Leppard, AC/DC (first record purchase, age 6:"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap"), Iron Maiden, Ratt, Rush, etc. courtesy of a neighbor who he styled his cool on, to the dismay of his country and oldies loving parents. This seemingly ideal childhood of course lead to tragic circumstances, including exchanging real dollar bills for Bon Jovi's "Slippery When Wet". It's shameful (yet in defense still middle-school) purchase not even a week old, FP had a sudden epipheny upon hearing the Smith's "Frankly Mr. Shankly" in a friend's bedroom one magical afternoon in 1986. Henceforth came a couple of mix tapes from older sages, a first taste of things like New Order, and then a weekly bible, the once-great, unmissable 120 Minutes Sunday nights on MTV. New things like the Pixies, Stone Roses, Pavement, Sonic Youth, Charlatans UK, Pere Ubu, TMBG, the Church (alright that one shows the age) and everything else that was great from the mid eighties to the mid nineties (that almost nobody else at school gave a rat's ass about then). FP has sinced expanded his horizons with everything from the Boredoms and Coltrane to Junior Brown and Willie. FP's now an old man with a very finely-tuned bullshit detector, and he listens to what's new with an ear that cuts out the mediocre with razor-sharp precision, equal to nine blades, and he plays only the best, mixed with a healthy dose of the classics that still need to be heard.There was once a Funeral Pudding show on the radio. Then there was The televised pledge drive. Some people got upset about the host's and guests' use of fake blood and chocolate pudding. The show no longer exists, except for hopefully in a more interesting music selection amongst its former listeners.It now exists as an mp3 blog... http://funeralpudding.blogspot.com
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Kurt Vonnegut whether or not you like to read, you'll love VonnegutFrom "God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian":"This morning, thanks to a controlled near-death experience, I was lucky enough to meet, at the far end of the blue tunnel, a man named Salvatore Biagini. Last July 8th, Mr. Biagini, a retired construction worker, age seventy, suffered a fatal heart attack while rescuing his beloved schnauzer, Teddy, from an assault by an unrestrained pit bull named Chele, in Queens. The pit bull, with no previous record of violence against man or beast, jumped a four-foot fence in order to have at Teddy. Mr. Biagini, an unarmed man with a history of heart trouble, grabbed him, allowing the schnauzer to run away. So the pit bull bit Mr. Biagini in several places and then Mr. Biagini's heart quit beating, never to beat again. I asked this heroic pet lover how it felt to have died for a schnauzer named Teddy. Salvadore Biagini was philosophical. He said it sure as heck beat dying for absolutely nothing in the Vietnam War.""It was worthwhile living a laughable life" -Smiths "Vicar In A Tutu""And in a deep funk I felt a murky brotherhood with the inhalers of water, intentional or not" -TFUL 282 "Sinking Boats""When the priest leans over me, starts talking about Jesus and the state of my soul, please remind him... we're having a funeral here, not a play" -Of Montreal "Scenes From My Funeral"
John Peel + sessions"If they say, for instance, that music hurt my ears, we assume that it probably didn't, that what were hurt were mental attitudes and feelings."-John Cage