Radio Cobalt

Track of the Week : Pink Lemonade

cobaltblade — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 00:47:56 +0000

Pink Lemonade by The Tombstone Teeth

From the Full Length Album “X the Unknown”. Personel: Lord Claudius von Vile Silencer (keyboards, bass), C W Cobalt (vocals), Bread Morton (guitar), Djangus Khan (drums), Vapor Fellow (Sax)

Tombstone Teeth 0006

cobaltblade — Sun, 02 Oct 2011 21:33:05 +0000

Intervention Comic

cobaltblade — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 04:17:19 +0000

Track of the Week : Couch

cobaltblade — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 17:50:54 +0000

Couch by The Tombstone Teeth

From the Full Length Album “Bells of Orchids”. Personel: Lord Claudius von Vile Silencer (keyboards, bass), C W Cobalt (vocals), Bread Morton (guitar), Djangus Khan (drums)

Track of the Week : That One Slipped Away Like Mercury

cobaltblade — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 02:13:04 +0000

That One Slipped Away Like Mercury by The Flat Astronauts

from the Full Length Album “Flesh Island”. Personel: C W Cobalt (vocals), JJJ Luscious (guitar), Bus DDTMilklithin (Bass), Lord Claudius von Vile Silencer (Keyboards), Djangus Khan (Drums)

Track of the Week : Samantha Soda

cobaltblade — Sun, 17 Jul 2011 17:13:09 +0000

SAMANTHA SODA by C W Cobalt (1991)

Human history pauses. Reaction motion full stop, sputtering figures, Samantha and you, two and two, voices fading in an undefined space, a concrete hallway that absorbs word and noise. Distraction, collision, fingertip detachment, a final release of sweaty ice filled hard paper cup, jumbo size plummet hammer, Samantha’s face straight on, eye on eye, pop dropping drink, pop dropping drink in this concrete bunker. Goodbye. Samantha’s frame, braced rigid ‘gainst brick, pop drink dropping straight down, giant sized sugar spin. Down. Goodbye. Hollow of neck, Samantha blonde, mis-represented Dutch flush haircut, Samantha unclogged, liquid swirling, rotating spiral tail in air, 300 galaxy days to impact, clouds streaming, Samantha mouth mouth carbonation, precipitation, almost not blonde Goodbye. Samantha, awkward lurch impact, gallon soda cascade, cup fall faster than soda. One quick crack whack, liquid squandered contain smack, fumble wrecking solidity, drop drop drop Your eyes are trembling, lips flickering, this soda doesn’t belong in the cup. Grapple wrung out, contrasting to action, structure and revision. Undecipherable sentence, tasteless estate of fall. Samantha’s soda, giant size tragedy in air, never before or since culminating random rotation and spill. Discarded fluid somewhere between rebuffed proposition and dull concrete bunker bluffs of vision and itch. Detach and dream of desire! Impact of cup cracking lid, flying off terminal velocity. Spill, spill, spill, spill, spill. FLASH FLOOD!! At exactly the same nation, city, state, hour, minute, second, two and two pause. “I’m sorry.” In tandem. Unclench. Fluidly beautiful clumsy hug --- over! Cruel stain blurting across carpet, wet sorry soda blob, carpet thread leak, expanding circular seeping mass, dead density, soda continent. Polluted, disappointing dissolve. Resolved she turns. Samantha’s undecipherable blanketed sentence. Goodbye.

You’ll never drink that soda, you’re never going to taste that soda, you’re never meeting that tongue, and if you could say something, if you could say something, the stain might never come out of that rug.

CoMA Music Collection : White Light/White Heat by the Velvet Underground (1968)

cobaltblade — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 23:59:54 +0000

White Light/White Heat by the Velvet Underground (1968, 40 mins)

SIDE ONE
01 White Light/White Heat (02:47)
02 The Gift (08:08)
03 Lady Godiva’s Operation (04:56)
04 Here She Comes Now (02:04)

SIDE TWO
05 I Heard Her Call My Name (04:38)
06 Sister Ray (17:27)

CoMA Art Acquisition # 28 : Vertiginous Detour by Eva Hesse

cobaltblade — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 23:49:04 +0000

Eva Hesse

Vertiginous Detour, (1966) Acrylic and polyurethane on papier-mâché, rope, and net
rope: approx. 154 in. (391 cm) long; ball: 16 1/2 in. (41.9 cm) diameter

(NOTE: CoMA (The Cobalt Museum of the Arts) is a virtual museum of works that I would acquire if I was given the opportunity to cherry pick any artwork from anywhere on earth, with an unlimited budget, and no restrictions on what artworks I could obtain).

Track of the Week : Wedding Cake

cobaltblade — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 01:25:15 +0000

WEDDING CAKE by C W Cobalt (199_)

You like an anus, and I like a Danish but neither one sprinkled with nuts.

If the sun is always brighter than the moon, and the bride is always whiter than the groom, then the only way to cut that cloud is to mack that knife and polish off the cake with your wife. And if the only way to eat that cake is through your mouth, then you better buy a bun boy to bake it.

Uh Huh. Yeah. Uh huh, yeah. Mmmmm yeah. Oh yeah.

Well now that you know cake a little bit better, you better get over here, and eat an ICING ROSE! WEDDING CAKE!! WEDDING CAKE!! Ah WEDDING CAKE!! WEDDING CAKE!!

Well I know NOW why I didn’t get an invitation. I said I know why I DID NOT get an invitation. Yes I know why! I did not get an invitation!

If your wedding gown is a metaphor for infidelity, then your diamonds are starry falling freaks.

If a ceremony concerns the glory of skin, then the garden tub is what you’re getting in. And you better towel off before your candle dries out or you’ll end up wrinkling your room.

YOUR ROOM! YOUR ROOM! Your sophisticated, laminated room. Your uber-dedicated, upholstered, renovated, wretched, understated, lonely room. You see, the taste is always different than the smell. Yes the scent precipitated by the swell. The blank stare you gave when you shook those hands was indicated on your final bail. BAIL OUT! You got a birth certificate? Proof of residence? Gender preference? Blood test? Bead? Train? A diamond ring? An overdose of honey? Are you absolutely sure, I say, I say are you absolutely sure about this? As a Xerox and evaluation detective, a social radio-phonic defective, I have the duty to inform you that transparencies are selective, transparencies are transmitted by delay. I sang about this. Sometimes I still want a piece. I’m still allergic to nuts, but peanuts are officially legumes.

Track of the Week : Heidi Brown is Not in the Library

cobaltblade — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 01:16:40 +0000

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY by C W Cobalt (1992)

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY

Peaches, bowl of

peaches, pink

peach, hunting

for Heidi Brown.

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY

peeking between
Encyclopedia
Britannica, crouching
behind the Apple, perusing pertinent
periodicals, Heidi Brown is not
dipping her toe
in the Dewey Decimal System.

The brilliant bowl in the kitchen.

Pink

FRUIT

TWO TO THREE INCHES ACROSS, WITH A FURROWED STONE:

Heidi Brown speaking
to me across
the years, sending
salutations across

the bay >
HEIDI BROWN IS NOT ON THE RADIO

taste not/speak not/no luscious/no dance —–>

no interjecting comments through
static ssssssssssss, something

for the ear. Sing

THE SWEET FLESH, YELLOW.
RED -
FLUSHED, OR WHITE, COVERED
BY A THIN
BUT FUZZY SKIN.

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE REFRIGERATOR,

not right now, not right now,

watch the way she stands,
in boots/ in scarf/ in jeans/ in truth.
HEIDI BROWN IS NOT ON TELEVISION

Bite >

my friend, something bite> here, Heidi Brown,
something that I have seen before,
a movie, a song —– something,

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT DAISY MILLER

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY

tracking

motion recorded before,
slow soft

meander through the rugs,

step, sway, step, step, Heidi Brown.
Touch the rug.
Fuzzy.
The clear plastic cup of canned peaches,
the cup served with smiley lunch,

bite> LONG PERIODS DURING WINTER
OR EARLY SPRING ————>

CAUSES OF SERIOUS LOSSES.

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY.