Record Store Day 2.5 – Earles and Jensen Present…Just Farr the Record: Comedy for a scorched-earth, post-apocalyptic population of 324

Earles and Jensen celebrate Cinco de Mayo (a.k.a. “Record Store Day 2.5”) with the LP-only Earles and Jensen Present…Just Farr the Record – a collection of 17 or 18 unreleased prank phone calls that were just too flat-out weird for Earles and Jensen Present…Just Farr a Laugh Vol. 1 & 2 (The Greatest Prank Phone Calls Ever!), the epic 2cd+booklet masterstroke released exactly one year ago today. Just Farr the Record also serves as the boy’s tribute to the visual works of Harry Pussy, the Bulb label, and Siltbreeze …back when a laboriously-scanned piece of notebook paper was a website and blacking out (handwritten) words with a Sharpie was updating the website. With cover art by Jeffrey Jensen himself (a loving rendition of Rodney Dangerfield from Ladybugs) and really, really confusing liner notes that make the booklet for JFAL 1&2 seem like The Thorn Birds, and a 1st (and only) pressing of 324 (on the dot), this release is sure to make like the Pontiac Division of General Motors. That said, there are some WHOPPERS on here, so may the lucky and diligent prevail! As I’ve been fond of doing today, I’ll close with a certain Matador employee’s reply to my inquiry about artist comp copies:

“Jeff gets [amount private]…you get one.”

Earles and Jensen Present…Just Farr the Record can be ordered HERE. Top-shelf, gold-standard retail outlets have it, too!

Wear the Good-Cause Hat: Anna Ives vs. Cancer

Anna Ives is the very young, very adorable daughter of Zac and Amy Ives. Zac is co-owner of Goner Records, the singer for Final Solutions, and a flat-out great guy. The Goner Records BBS is currently holding an auction while Zac, Amy, and Anna are in Boston, where the latter is receiving specialized radiation treatment. The auction is to help offset the Ives’ mounting hospital bills. I’m here to encourage Matablog readers to either bid on some of the great finds that have made it to the block, and to offer their own donated items for auction. All of the needed information, including Anna’s story, can be found HERE.

The auction can be found HERE.

Read the Memphis Commercial Appeal story about Anna…

Additional questions not answered by those links can be directed to Eric Friedl:


Found! The Real Party Doctor!

A little more malevolent than my mental pic of the good doc, but still follows the script. I’d like to think he’d ride the deer to safety or something….

Missing man found dressed like doctor with dead deer in stolen ambulance

Posted September 28 2005, 9:43 AM EDT

JACKSONVILLE — A man reported missing from a Florida hospital was found in

North Carolina dressed like a doctor and driving a stolen ambulance with a dead

deer wedged in the back, authorities said.

Leon Holliman Jr., 37, was reported missing from a River Region Human Services

facility in Jacksonville last month. The North Carolina State Highway Patrol found

him driving the ambulance with the deer on Sunday.

“I don’t know how the man got it up in there,” said Sgt. Robert Pearson. “It

was a six point buck.”

It wasn’t known where Holliman got the deer, which had been dead for some time, Pearson said.

Authorities tracked the stolen ambulance through three rural North Carolina counties and one county in southern Virginia before its tires were punctured and it wound up in a ditch, Pearson said.

Holliman was admitted to a North Carolina hospital for a psychiatric evaluation. Police said they would decide whether to charge Holliman after that evaluation is complete.

Game Night & JFAL internal dynamics = Memphian. Jeff = KS to the bone. I tried to tell Jeff that Memphis has a habit of reaching the doorstep of great success, only to screw it up somehow, and I wasn’t just referring to the college ball. He said that Kansas has a habit of choking in these situations. Will my cock-tease of a city be defeated? This is certainly not my area of expertise (it’s his), but the coincidence is worth mentioning.

Dead Meadow get got.

Every Sunday at midnight, or at least first thing Monday morning, I On-Demand (my verb) the next Wire episode. So, this morning while I’ve been trudging through other concerns, the 2/3 episode has played twice in the background. I won’t give anything away, but let’s just say that McNulty offers his critical take on Dead Meadow. No, let’s just say that Marlo’s people make a buy at a Dead Meadow show. No, let’s just say that Dead Meadow play a secret show at the mission. No, let’s just say that Senator Clay Davis rocks some Dead Meadow in the car. No, let’s just say that I’m more than a little stressed about this Just Farr A Laugh legal problem. For real.

Shat In The (Linkin Park’s) Van!!

No square inch of scenery left to chew, no square inch of Shatner’s ass to kiss, and no clips of the interview on YouTube yet, but one can enjoy Mike Patton exploring everything that happened in music between The Infectious Grooves and Linkin Park!


Everyone around me hates my horrible, impulsive renditions of “Pace or the Patience”


When I use the term "post-punk", you know what I mean, and I therefore apologize for being too lazy to come up with a more accurate tag, but maybe one simply does not exist….for all the right reasons. The easy-on-the-peepers Love of Diagrams have opened their EP with a song that's like having sex on a camping trip: Fucking In Tents!! That one only works verbally….at an odd hour. Drunk. They pulled the old Bob Welch "Ebony Eyes" trick on this one: Seven or eight big hooks in one song that could have easily been utilized to make seven or eight good songs. Why did I mention the usage of the neutered genre classification of post-punk? Because I have listened to this song the exact number of times that I've listened to my other favorite first-wave example, Nightingales' "Idiot Strength." And by "exact number", I mean 782 times within the past two weeks. And though residing on what feels like the other side of the Earth from Athens, GA, I must, as a Southerner, give it up for the Pylon cover.

DOUBLE ALBUM SHOWDOWN: TFUL 282’s Mother of All Saints and Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk.


Hello. Tusk has a few tracks that predate introspective, 90’s indie rock. That’s Buckingham checking in with “Walk a Thin Line”….the obscenely catchy ballad that sounds like Built To Spill. Mother of All Saints also looked to the future, albeit a future that has yet to occur. Indie rock, or tastemaker rock, or cool shit, or whatever you want to call it, in 2007, SHOULD sound like Mother of All Saints. It doesn’t. Tusk has the ye olde photo of a pesky, perhaps feral dog tearing away at some unlucky chump’s trouser leg. Mother of All Saints has some mouth action, too, but it could pass for a Naked City cover or a later, “mature” offering from Suffocation. It must be noted that Thinking Fellers collectively had a much better sense of humor than John Zorn. Despite being one of the greatest (and weirdest) mainstream pop records of the payola era, the public felt otherwise and Tusk unwittingly helped to destroy the music industry as it was known in 1979. Its “ambitious” recording budget and efficient, non-stop journey from warehouse to cutout bin almost bankrupted Warner Brothers, and led to an industry-wide contract genocide that effectively ended many of the “careers” that resulted from the AOR signing frenzy of ’76 – ’79 (1). When I was nineteen, Mother of All Saints really alienated and disturbed the soon to be vanquished jam band acquaintances (2) that remained lurking in the tiers of my eight-count friend circle. Christ on a crutch, you’d think I was writing a 33 1/3 here, with all of the petty, “aw, me” nostalgia.

  1. Which gave us the Babysitter Rock of 707, New England, Hotel, Sharks, Starz, Stank Business, Horselips, Starcastle, The Tarney-Spencer Band, and Trooper, bless their forgotten hearts.

2. Yes, jam banders existed in 1992. It was their choices that were few: Phish, Widespread Panic, Spin Doctors, and the Dead.