Eggplants and flowers offered to the orisha Oya, deity in Santería and Yoruban pantheons, goddess of cemetery gates.
Left at the fence of Astoria's Our Lady of Mount Carmel cemetery, popularly known as the Irish Famine cemetery.
Sometimes there is junk in my brain and this is a good place to keep it.
The rosebush in front of my house (which you may have heard about before) is especially vigorous this year. I, of course, credit my judicious regimen of trial-and-error deadheading and pruning which began last year. I'm forced to curate this plant semi-clandestinely, as my landlords' parents feel the rosebush is theirs. For my part, I feel I'm the one who's pushed it to produce so well this season and as such I have certain rights of my own.
Like taking cuttings, for example.
I've decided to see if it's possible to train a rosebush into something approximating a bonsai-like size. I picked a cutting which had an abundance of branches while still being small enough to start in a pot. Internet research led me to believe that the success rate of rooting new cuttings is fairly high, so I got myself a pot and bag of organic potting soil and went to work.
This cutting, my first experiment, has a dab of honey on the cut end to stimulate root production (apparently this is a thing?), and I'm hitting it with 700 lumens of artificial daylight from a compact fluorescent bulb at least until it shows some evidence of new growth. Let the experiment begin.
It's been quite a week, mediawise, down here in our spectre-haunted practice space.
First, on Monday we received an alert about a new review of Old, Blackened Century on the Penny Arcade affiliate metal blog From The Dust Returned. Writer/editor Autothrall writes, in part:
They've here written a pretty tight debut showcasing their potential, which rests heavily on the killer riffing of Don Blood and 'Zosimus'. Seriously, these gentlemen can groove, and though many of their riffs recall the primal, morbid ascensions and declensions of an old Slayer, or the more creative sludge of The Ocean, Cult of Luna or the later Isis records, I'd say on the whole what they evoke is quite an original trip, worth taking even if the vocals require a little adjusting (unless you're already into extreme sludge like Soilent Green or Eyehategod).
On Tuesday the May/June 2010 "Golden Gods" issue of Revolver magazine was released into the wild, and on page 48 they include Flaming Tusk as a "Quick Fix", showing here (click to enlarge):
Revolver describes us as sounding like "...High on Fire and Immortal mud-wrestling in a blackened sludge pit full of blood, bile, lava and more blood." Evocative, no? Go out and buy every copy you can find, though Revolver tells us that last year's Golden Gods issue was their biggest-selling of the year, so tracking it down may not be easy.
And finally, Veteran free weekly paper NY Press devoted a half page in their music section in their May 12-18 issue to Flaming Tusk, describing us in the headline as "gentlemen metalheads".
The full text of the article is available on the NY Press website in the Music Features section.
To those who can make it, we'll see you at Lit Lounge on Monday, 5/17.
Maybe it’s enough to say that if you’re starting to get bored with the metal you’ve been cranking recently, and you’re after something out of the box, you should go listen to Flaming Tusk’s horrifyingly enjoyable opus. (But really, be forewarned about the last song on the album — “Icy River”, which clocks in at nearly 10 minutes — it’s like the sonic equivalent of being tied naked to your bed with a dozen giant, oily black centipedes slowly crawling toward your face.)
Atanamar at Sunyata: Mindful of Metal dropped in on the most recent Flaming Tusk show and I guess he liked what he saw because he's posted a glowing (uh, I mean, blackly glowing... in a totally metal way) review of the show to the internet. With pics!
This coming Saturday, March 6, Flaming Tusk will appear live on WNYU.org streaming radio's SOMA DEGENERATE metal show between 4PM and 6PM Eastern Time. We'll be playing about a half-hour live set followed by an interview with the band and you should tune your internet into the waves and listen. I'm not sure at what point or points in the broadcast we'll be on-air, but if you're a metal listener I strongly encourage you to set aside the whole two hours because metal selecta Navjot does a killer job putting together a playlist.
"...dissecting the influences here may be computationally intractable, and that is a wonderful thing. Flaming Tusk have a truly unique sound... Old, Blackened Century has violently appropriated my attention, much like Cobalt's Gin did last year... The songwriting is superlative."
Tremble, world, for the moment is upon you. Flaming Tusk has released Old, Blackened Century as a pay-what-you-will download. YOU WILL. Try before you download by using the streaming widget above.
After a rather inexcusably huge gap in posting, I've published a short reminiscence of my time in Ireland over at Blotto, the Journal of the North American Booze Council. It is, as one might expect from the venue (both of publishing and of subject) largely focused on drinking.
I've reproduced the introductory paragraphs below, and a link to the balance of the essay immediately follows.
Ireland is, first, a blur of ancient stone walls flashing out of the night as we blast down back country lanes, fifty kilometers per hour on the black left side of the road. Sarah has only been driving for a month. She and her sister Emma collected us after we touched down at Shannon, we weary and bleary and them bearing broad smiles and accents. They were, immediately, the most fun people I had ever met, but it was now obvious that in this Rover was where we were going to die, grinning, sung off to heaven by broadcast American blues music.Second Class on the Overnight to Drunkistan, or The Boozy Foreigners – Part 2
No one dies in Ireland before they’ve had a pint.
Recording engineer Tom Beaujour took to his Nuthouse Recording blog recently to describe the "punishing task" of tracking the forthcoming Flaming Tusk full length:
"The absolutely massively named Flaming Tusk and their debut album was up next. Crazy-ass extreme underground metal. A smarter, more well-read bunch of guys you have never met. They are obsessed with bizarre spirits (of the alcoholic, not supernatural type) and had bottles of some of the weirdest shit I have ever seen (artichoke liqueur, anyone?) at the ready at all times."
Read more about Tom's further adventures recording Five Finger Death Punch, Mutiny Within and Upon A Burning Body here.
The new Flaming Tusk full-length will be out Januaryish.
The Flaming Tusk recording session has been going tremendously well so far. In the first four days we got eight songs tracked with the full band, and our remaining four days will consist of guitar solo overdubs and the remainder of the vocals. I, personally, am rather astounded at the amount we've done so far and how incredibly rad it's all sounding even before any kind of real mixing work has happened.
While the band has been relying on a combination of NJ Transit and the MTA to get to Nuthouse Recording in Hoboken, our intrepid engineer / producer Tom "The Squirrel" Beaujour prefers to arrive in a much more rock n' roll manner, i.e.:
This being our first time in a Real Recording Studio, we've all been working out various methods of expressing what we're trying to get across. For example, our drummer Dumnorix Χριστόφαγος conducts guitarists through the control room glass in this manner:
We haven't decided on a name for the album yet, though we have a good amount of time before doing so becomes necessary. Days Without God is a popular choice on the shortlist, but I imagine the brainstorming will ratchet up during the mixing and mastering process. Album art will likely wait until we decide on which of the many metal labels out there deserves to release our apocalyptic awesomeness, but I assure you it will be great.
I leave you with a little taste of what's to come...
Visit flamingtusk.com for lots more video snippets of the work-in-progress. As always, the Abigail EP is available for free download from music.flamingtusk.com
Langdon is a professor of "symbology." (Brown says there's no such academic field. "The closest is symbiotics.")
photo by Michele DiBernardo
but man I didn't know they got rid of pillows on airplanes.
what the fuck am I gonna do?
kick the cockpit door in and smother the pilots?
SUCK PILLOW IN THE NAME OF ALLAH,
INFIDEL SORCERERS OF THE AIR