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Roughly Enforcing Nostalgia Chainsaws Ripped My Flesh  Wise Blood
  (1:30)[(11/10/99)]
  Based on the novel by Flannery O'Connor.
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  Liner Notes




Hazel Motes got off the train not long after the War,
But his town wasn’t there anymore. (He’d see.)
So he moved to the city, where he met a helpful boy
( With the Wise Blood) name of Enoch Emery,
And he started his own church ‘cause they thought he was a min’ster
On account he wore a black hat all the time.
He proselyzed on top his car, and met the preacher Asa Hawks,
Who once tried to spread ‘cross his eyes some lime.

So Hawks’ bastard daughter Lily tried and (failed) to get with Motes;
Then Hawks wouldn’t have to feed her anymore.
Oney Holy caught Motes’ act and said, “Let’s make some money, partner.”
Haze said, “What’s the Church Without Christ need dough for?”
Then Holy set up competition with some guy who preached like Motes,
And Haze saw red, jumped off his Essex, and ran down
His dopplegänger, while Enoch dressed like an ape,
T then Motes’ prized car Got kicked off a cliff by a trooper outside town.

(“Where you come from’s gone without a trace;
Where you go ain’t there in the first place;
Don’t matter if you got a preacher’s face
Long as you get gone at a fast pace.”)

“Where you come from is gone without a trace;
Where you’re goin’ to weren’t there in the first place;
And where you are ain’t no damn good
‘Less you got something in the hood
That gets you away at a fast pace.”
(Zoom, Zoom, Zoom. Va-Va-Voom.)

For ‘bout a year after he blinded hisself, Haze would wear barbed wire
On his bare skin, and, doin’ penance, stay inside;
‘Cept one day, he ventured out, got lost, the cops thought him a vagrant,
Got head-knocked, then was drove home; that’s where he died.

“Where you come from is gone without a trace;
Where you’re goin’ to weren’t there in the first place;
And where you are ain’t no damn good
‘Less you got something in the hood
That gets you away at a fast pace.”
(Zoom, Zoom, Zoom. Va-Va-Voom.)
 
liner notes for Chainsaws Ripped My Flesh
For an author that most men-on-the-street wouldn’t recognize by name, O’Connor’s influence in the last few decades’ artwork is pervasive. Her debut Wise Blood, with its brew of accessibility, impenetrability and fascinating conflict of superstition and religion, is almost as enchanting as her nonchalant courage in continuing to write during her decade-long battle with Lupus - her opinion was it only affected her limbs, leaving her brain to continue writing for two hours in the morning; then, as she was fond of saying, she spent the rest of her day on her farm "in the society of ducks" . . . The music tlies together a collection of backwater and Appalachian-style samples to a loose-limbed bluegrass beat, with a smattering of lyrics truncating the book’s storyline into incomprehensibility.

Our original intention was to compare Hazel Motes, the proverbial prodigal son/misguided soapbox preacher who returns home to find no father awaiting him, to televangelists of current times. The idea was to portray them sympathetically as well-intentioned showmen trying to better lives; but after several days of viewing “Christian” television footage, we realized that they were contemptible mountebanks. Postcard skylines, vintage landmark maps, automotive models and hot rod videos are also featured, and Chicago Industrial act Ministry’s video for “Jesus Built My Hot Rod” was used partially because its song featured unaccredited dialogue from Wise Blood. The buffoonishly space-invading narrator rambles and brow-bats, standing between the audience and the action both thematically (his comedy interferes with the tragic plot) and physically (his frame partially blocks a straight view of the action). As if his oversimplifications don’t render the narrative almost indiscernible, he’s punctuated by missing frames, static noises and (sometimes) complete lack of lip-syncing. Our misrepresentation analogizes Hazel’s misrepresentation of theology and his battle to be taken seriously in a darkly, horrifically comic world.

Bibliography for chainsaws ripped my flesh !
The Palace Brothers – “Idle Hands Are The Devil’s Playthings”
Violent Femmes – “Country Death Song”
Hindu Love Gods – “Junko Partner”
Guns ‘n’ Roses – “Estranged”
Mississippi Fred McDowell – “Shake ‘Em On Down” & “My Trouble Blues”
McDonald’s, Tsarbucks, & 7-Eleven corporate logos
George Armitidge – Grosse Point Blank
1958 World Book encyclopedia - map of Chicago
Matthew Brady – photo of Abraham Lincoln
Revell model car – 1936 Ford Coupe
Bike Tech action figure
Metallica – video for “Fuel”
Ministry – video for “Jesus Built My Hotrod”
Jpeg of TV-shaped saltshaker
Miscellaneous video of Benny Hinn, Rod Parsley & Praise The Lord
Anton Corbjin – cover art for U2’s The Joshua Tree
Larry Fischer – Chicago, Illinois photo postcard
Sony vintage short-wave radio
Dave McKean – white noise & static artwork for Signal To Noise
Flannery O’Connor – Wise Blood (excerpts)
Mark Smotzer – Train in Station animation
Self-sampled – Chris Dean ape-suit publicity shot, (poorly) lip-synced performances, percussion & vox


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