Unfortunately the word “Xybots” can only be used to answer the question “What is Xybots?”
Railway Guard, “Now, ma’am, is this your luggage?”
Old Lady (who concludes she is attacked by Brigands), “Oh, yes! Gentlemen, it’s mine! Take it—take all I have—but spare, oh spare our lives!!”
The moustache movement, that pivotal moment in the mid C19 when facial hair became not just socially acceptable (after a long spell in the cultural doldrums - the beards of the C16th having been supplanted by wigs) but almost essential.
It’s just like music when you reckon it up. It’s like listening to Pavement: it’s just The Fall in 1985, isn’t it? They haven’t got an original idea in their heads.
You know, Malkmus is being a bit of a bitch in interviews recently. One thing he said last summer referred to me as “trashy mouth.” And he just did this article in Spin where he alluded to me unpleasantly, saying, “You know, I always thought that Pavement could have had one of those big hits in the early ’90s with ‘Cut Your Hair,’ but I guess people preferred ‘Cannonball.’ ” Yeah, I liked Pavement. But if he keeps fucking smacking his mouth off about me, I’m going to end up not being able to listen to any of their fucking records again. Anyway, I thought, God, man, “Cut Your Hair” isn’t as good of a song as “Cannonball,” so fuck you. How’s that? Your song was just a’ight, dawg.
Farms in the sky.
Continuing the Goo theme, here’s the photograph of the whirlwind, heat, and flash that served as the inspiration for Raymond Pettibon’s Sonic Youth album artwork.
It’s actually a photo of Maureen Hindley and her husband, David Smith. Maureen was Myra’s younger sister, and the two were close with her and Ian. David was a witness to the last murder, and was responsible for turning them in to the police. (Thanks to Garrison for setting us straight).
“The chickens in the attached picture untied one of my shoes when I tried to enter their pen and replenish their water on a farm in Vermont last week.”