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The Relaxing World of the Rosicrucian Recordings

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, February 28, 2017 12:59pm | Post a Comment

Rosicrucian Park

By Kai Wada Roath
Ambassador of Confusion Hill and host of the Super Shangri-La Show


"Suppose you're thinkin' about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, "plate," or "shrimp," or "plate of shrimp" out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one either. It's all part of a cosmic unconsciousness." ~ Miller from Repo Man

Are you finding yourself losing your marbles everyday listening to NPR about this country's current Rosicrucian Digestpolitical insanity? Perhaps you've had enough melt-downs in your romantic relationship this week to last the rest of this year? Are you bummed they charge for the petrified bread rolls at Tommy's Joynt now? Or maybe you are losing sleep pondering why isn't the Fouke Monster on the endangered species list already?

What you need, my friend, is to drive to San Jose, scarf down a koubby and a banana milkshake at Falafel Drive-In, hit a thrift store or two, and then venture to Rosicrucian Park to stroll their Egyptian museum, see the Alchemy exhibit, catch a nap in the planetarium show, and smile at the bumblebees in the Peace Garden.

What? You don't have a car and your friends that do have wheels think that mysticism is only for hairy Rosicrucian Recordings, Attaining Cosmic Conciousnesshippies? Well, screw those mother falcons...

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Exuma, the Obeah Man

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, January 23, 2017 03:40pm | Post a Comment

Exuma

Old Absinthe House

By Kai Wada Roath
Ambassador of Confusion Hill and host of the Super Shangri-La Show


"They tied ten onions 'round my naval string,
Then they cut it and they baked it and made it into a ring.
Come on Shango, Satan come to me,
Let me speak what I can't see"
-- Exuma, "Mama Loi, Papa Loi"

Do you believe in time-travel? I do and this evening I plan on putting on my baby-blue corduroy suit, slipping on my Swatch watch (with twisted rubber guards), stuffing some old currency in my shabby wallet, and laying on top my bed sheets like Christopher Reeve in Somewhere in Time. There, after deep meditation and astral-projection, I will transport back in time to the French Quarter in 1983, where I will stroll to the Old Absinthe House and pleasantly "Chase the Green Fairy" till I’m beyond inebriated, while listening to the haunting Obeah moans and melodic hoodoo folk songs of the musician Tony McKay, who played there often while he lived in New Orleans in the early '80s. Tony was known to most, but far too few, as the musician called Exuma.

Somewhere in Time

Korla Pandit, the Grand Mogul of Exotica

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, December 20, 2016 05:59pm | Post a Comment

Korla Pandit

By Kai Wada Roath
Ambassador of Confusion Hill and host of the Super Shangri-La Show

Kai and Korla
The author, relaxing.

"For wisdom is better than rubies, and all things to be desired are not to be compared unto it. We bring you musical gems from near and far, blended into a pattern of glorious harmony."
~ Opening monologue of Korla Pandit's Adventures In Music television show

Are you still seeking for that magical present for your favorite Auntie Zuki-Neenee? Well, seek no further, for your quest triumphantly ends here! And the gift you ask? The newly-released documentary Korla on DVD!

Directed by folk art lover John Turner and produced by Eric Christensen, this documentary takes you into the mysterious world and history of Korla Pandit (minus Korla's famous "couch-hopping" that's said he did with female fans in his later years...that ol' moochie suave smoothie). The two filmmakers even got August 20th to be officially recognized as Korla Pandit Day with a proclamation from the City of San Francisco back in 2015.

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The Jungle Echoes of Chaino

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, December 15, 2016 06:02pm | Post a Comment

Chaino, Jungle EchoesBy Kai Wada Roath
Ambassador of Confusion Hill and host of the Super Shangri-La Show


Are you planning your next loincloth-clad romping weekend in the Jungle Rock Room at the Madonna Inn but don't feel you have the right tunes for your portable record player? Are Martin Denny and Eden Ahbez just a tad too mellow for the primitive thoughts you have swirling in your mind? You have Frank Hunter’s White Goddess album already, but you need more raw, mating-ritual music? You need Chaino.

As the story goes, long ago in the Congo, there was a hidden tribe that possessed extraordinary mental and physical powers and could even communicate with the wild animals. Then one day, a nearby jealous and hostile tribe attacked the secret tribe’s village, killing everyone but one little boy named Chaino. Found and saved by a passing Chaino, Night of the Spectremissionary, Chaino was brought to the United States to be “educated” and it was discovered that he had percussion talents from beyond this world.

Practicing 17 hours a day, Chaino would soon master 7 drums at a time. Although it was said, that he was quiet and reserved away from his drums, his "savage" beginnings seemed to resurface when he would play his music, allowing his primitive spirit to project through his drums. This, my friends, is the story Omega Records tells you on the back of Chaino’s record.

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The Witch: A New England Folktale and Why You Need to Own It on DVD or Blu-ray

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, November 20, 2016 04:49pm | Post a Comment

The Witch

By Kai Wada Roath
Ambassador of Confusion Hill and host of the Super Shangri-La Show


Did you ever try to hex your Algebra II teacher in high school the night before the final? Have you The Witchwatched the "Salem Witches" episode of In Search Of while sipping red wine from a black Madonna Inn goblet? Is your email password Pyewacket13? If your answer is yes to any of these and you have not yet seen The Witch: A New England Folktale (out now on DVD & Blu-ray), see it. If your answer is no but supernatural historical period horror films are your “jam,” see it.

Normally, I’m more into old school witch flicks, like City of the Dead (1960), Night of the Eagle (1962), and The Witches (1966), but The Witch is well done…just like my King Henry VIII steak at the House of Prime Rib. By the beard of Black Phillip the billy goat, when you watch this you will soon find yourself in an eerie trance in front of your boob-tube, being pulled into the dark and mysterious New England woods in the 17th century. If M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village (2004) and Avery Crounse's Eyes of Fire (1983) had a new little baby sister, it would be The Witch. (Eyes of Fire, if you can find on VHS somewhere, is totally spooksville too! View the trailer HERE.)

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