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Okay, when was the last time you heard an album that combined elements and influences by the following: The Incredible String Band' Hangman's Beautiful Daughter, The Mothers of Invention's Burnt Weeny Sandwich, Beach Boys' Smiley Smile, Love's Forever Changes with sonic shards of Robert Wyatt, Eric Satie riding a bicycle with a flat tire and something that sounds like Harry Partch shaking up a can of spray paint then suddenly smashing Mr. Satie's bike to bits with a shovel which kinda creates music to a French movie I've never seen before.

Fur by John Rocco
(Published in Heaven Books 180 pp $25.00)
The debut novel by New Yorker John Rocco on Louisville's Published in Heaven imprint is a shocking, brash magical realist fable about addiction.
Addictions to dope, sex, violence, money, porn -- it makes no difference to Rocco, a man who seems to have never met a vice he didn't enjoy.




1. To have sexual intercourse with.
2. To take advantage of, betray, or cheat; victimize.
3. Used in the imperative as a signal of angry dismissal.

Here's an interesting quote from celebrated figurative painter Eric Fischl concerning the current gallery system (reprinted from "Hampton Jitney Magazine"): 



"The Freecycle Network™ is made up of many individual groups across the globe. It's a grassroots movement of people who are giving (& getting) stuff for free in their own towns. Each local group is run by a local volunteer moderator (them's good people). Membership is free."


Putting Their Names All Over the News
Banks' Sponsorship of Radio Newsrooms Raises Questions About Journalism Ethics
By Steven Levingston
Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, December 15, 2005; Page D05
"...Clear Channel Communications Inc. radio stations in Madison, Wis., and Milwaukee are turning back the clock.
Starting in January, the news on WIBA-AM in Madison will deliver its report from the Amcore Bank News Center. The station has sold naming rights to its newsroom to Amcore, a regional institution operating in southern Wisconsin, northern Illinois and Iowa. About two years ago, WISN-AM in Milwaukee introduced listeners to its newscast from the PyraMax Bank News Center.


A snappy little snapshot of local history, Genevieve Coleman's charming first feature, Monday Night at the Rock 'N Bowl chronicles about the punk rock bowlathon-drinkathon at the Diversey River Bowl in Chicago. It's out on DVD now, and we check in with first-time feature filmmaker Genevieve Coleman about its process and progress of a story told over the course of several months of Mondays around the turn-of-the-century with borrowed video cameras.

"We need to talk. I don't know how to say this, except to just say it.... I know it's four days before Christmas and all, but there's no point in going through the motions anymore. This has been a long time coming, and we both know it. Don't worry. It's not you. It's me."

Oh What a Slaughter by Larry McMurtry
(Simon and Schuster 179 pp. $25.00)
When Larry McMurtry turns to non-fiction he is as potentially great as any writer in America. When the topic is as near a dear to his heart as the history of How the West was Won, the results can be positively staggering. The author of "Lonesome Dove" and "Terms of Endearment" starts with an overly long introduction -- almost an apology, really, for the grimness of his approaching subject -- and then proceeds to painstakingly document and deconstruct each of the major Indian massacres of the late 1800's. The book refers to Custer's fall at Little Bighorn but has no chapter dedicated to it. It does deal in detail with massacres starting with the Sacramento River massacre and describes every mass killing leading up to and including Wounded Knee. The white man was overwhelmingly the aggressor and many of the body counts were low, but many settlers were indeed scalped and massacred barbarically themselves. McMurtry calls these incidents "perfect meatshops" quoting a long forgotten federal cavalryman; the metaphor of the butcher shop and the slaughterhous are omnipresent.
Three new novels in my beloved crime fiction genre have appeared recently and are so good that ignoring them would seem itself to be a criminal offense for anyone interested in these sorts of books. The first (in order of recent publication) is the latest from the great, Emmy-nominated (for HBO's "The Wire") George Pelecanos, "Drama City."(295 pp. $24.95 Little Brown). Strictly speaking, it is not a crime novel but it is certainly hard-boiled.

A UK study shows Barbie's in for it: "The girls we spoke to see Barbie torture as a legitimate play activity, and see the torture as a 'cool' activity," said Agnes Nairn, one of the University of Bath researchers.

Not literally, of course. (And not that there's anything wrong with that.) In today's Sun-Times Anders Smith Lindall offers up a steaming platter of home-town goodness: Jay Ryan of The Bird Machine. Ryan's burgeoning cottage industry designs and prints brilliant original pieces for cd covers and concert posters.

Until I get better footing with this whole blog thing I'd like to start things off with a passage from Max Beckmann's essay entitled "On My Painting" written in 1938. Beckmann's words have been influential in how I see and work with paint.
Local glossy STOP SMILING, "the magazine for high-minded lowlifes," pulls out the stops with an all-Chicago celebration (issue #24) on the stands soon: the cover models are Mayor Daley, Vince Vaughn and Hugh Hefner, collect one, collect them all. The good stuff inside starts with Q&As with local lumens like Lois Weisberg, Aleksandar Hemon, William Friedkin, Studs Terkel...



"There has been a shift in the functions of the various strata in the art work in recent decades. Something far stranger than a power realignment alone has been happening in the art world. Earlier, historical changes were relatively transparent transpositions of domination. Novel now is the seeming shift of interest, of focus --- almost of aesthetic object."
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,

well, well; here we finally are, ensconced in cool grey green salt water unfettered- now; is there anything to eat in this place? SHARKFORUM I see as an aristocracy, a place where unique, inimitable, individuals can gather to discuss ideas, argue, hold forth and so on. Chomping is not only allowed, but encouraged: are we not APEX PREDATORS?
We here at SHARKFORUM are always in search of great web sites. Here are a few faves.

In a world loaded with snarky one-liners, perfunctory didacticisms and quixotic Post-Modernism, Martin Puryear is a breath of fresh air. Last Saturday the 64-year-old artist opened an exhibit of sculpture and drawings at Chicago's Donald Young Gallery, and this is a wonderful, if modest show.
What's in a name? A lot, sez us here at SHARKFORUM, so we'd encourage you to avoid the temptation to read in too much specific meaning.