WASHINGTON, DC - When customers walk into Adams Morgan record shop Crooked Beat, says owner Bill Daly, they come looking for local music.
So Daly is going to stop just selling records, and start making a few of his own. He’s starting a new record label, Crooked Beat Records, and he’ll release its first 7-inches for Record Store Day on April 19.
Audio-visual group Sculpture creates vinyl picture records that appear to animate when viewed unders the correct conditions, and its latest is gorgeous. When you start “Plastic Infinite” spinning, the images on the record just look like a blur. Apply a strobing light to the record, or film it at 25fps with a high shutter speed, and the record is transformed into a giant zoetrope disc.
I wrote this story out for some friends and decided it was good enough to share out here. Last summer at that SHINDIG! festival up in Baltimore, there was a serious, debilitating lack of porta-potties. The situation was dire.
Late in the day, we were waiting in 25-35 minute lines for these limited facilities. Fortunately I only required use of the stand-up portion of the unit. Which was good, because when I did turn around to depart, I noted that the sit-down area of said unit had been fouled so badly by a previous occupant that my gentlemanly nature was nearly compromised. Why, “the vapors” does not even begin to describe the effect the befoulment had upon my sensory notions.
Upon my departure from the unit, a young lady approached hopefully, but in a fashion befitting my gentlemanly demeanor, I gently advised her that another unit might be much preferred to the one I had just exited. Perhaps I inadvertently besmirched my reputation in her eyes, but she’ll never have to think about the horrors I saw within.
The area of the park in which these restroom units were situated had very clearly marked points of ingress and egress. Approaching next was a bloke who Led Zeppelined his way into the facilities area, in through the out door as it were. His lack of civility conveniently allowed him to bypass the massive line we had waited in. Folks, this dumbfuckery would not stand on my watch. The rock and roll honor code demanded action.
I held the door to hell wide open for him, beckoning him into the foulness. “Here you go, Chief!” I exclaimed as he entered.