"Birthed and reared in West Philadelphia, the days of my childhood and early youth were spent in the wildernesses just beyond our village, where my companions and I passed many an hour roaming free and frolicking, oftentimes playing ball sports in the proximity of the schoolhouse. I recall a certain occasion on which two wastrels came upon us, interrupted our pursuits, caused a general ruckus, and incited a fray. Upon my honour, had I not been bested by these mongrels, no doubt my loving mother would not have laid her heavy hand and decided my future in such an immovable manner as she then did. Her words, as I recollect, were ‘Get thee to Bel Air forthwith, where you will live with your aunt and uncle in peace, and whence you will return only when you have become a man, noble as any other.’ Alas! What choice had I, but to summon a cab and depart from that dear childhood home? How strange it was to see that the approaching buggy appeared to be painted with nonsensical lettering and festooned with the symbols of gambling and sin. Yet I disregarded it and considered it a rarity. ‘To Bel Air, if you please’ said I to the cabbie as together we heaved up my trunk. At perhaps seven or eight of the clock, after some hours of evening travel, the buggy came to a halt at the entrance of a grand house. After bidding the driver farewell, I regarded my new lodgings. Here would I be educated. Here would I learn my place in the family. Here would I reign, in a sense, as the new prince of Bel Air."
— From McSweeney’s
WELCOME FRIENDS TO BLACK CONGO NC
This is the beginning. This a chronicle following B C N C and the making of Live In Miami 1984, a journal that will see us through a tour slated for September 2010, and beyond. The plan is to fill these pages and spaces with items we find particularly inspiring, with songs of our own creation and created by others, with photos pulled from the depths and plucked from the skies, with art and anti-art, with poetry, broetry and cometry. Please enjoy.
Thank you, B C N C ILLUMINATI
F O L L O W T H I S.
Y O U W I L L T H A N K Y O U R S E L F.
I WAS CHILLWAVE BEFORE CHILLWAVE WAS COOL (ASSUMING IT’S STILL COOL)
The wordery: Little Non Fact
Did you know that Frank Lloyd Wright was commissioned to design the very first Pizza Hut, and that, until the recent organizational make-overs, that classic Pizza Hut look was taken from Wright’s original?
Adam, Phil & Ben Got Iced.
Now that Chris Swanson is back home, he can bring the summer games to his brothers in Bloomington. At last week’s Tallest Man On Earth concert Chris Iced Adam Voith (above), Phil Waldorf (below) and his brother Ben (2 below). Note that Ben’s wife and Darius Van Arman (of Jagjaguwar) look on as Ben contemplates taking down the tasty Ice.
And I can always say, “I was there.”
GLOBISH FOR BEGINNERS IN THE NEW YORKER
Some have argued that English has certain properties—a flexible grammar, a lack of masculine and feminine forms—that make it easier to learn, and thus to export. These qualities, though, are offset by arbitrary spelling, and, besides, there are other languages, such as Russian, that have spread despite being difficult to master. Armies and navies are ultimately more important than syntactic mechanics in establishing a language’s dissemination. Most likely, English was just in the right place at the right time.