I'd like to obtain any of cat's albums that are available on CD. How would I go about that?
By the way, I'd be remiss if I didn't take this opportunity to tell you that cat's music formed the lifeline that helped me hold onto myself during the post puberty/young adulthood phase of my life. It combed my brain and brought me a great deal of pleasure - thanks very much for your music.
Dear Mr. Kat
thanks for being a vibrant human being. I appreciate your antics and bravado. My mentor once told me a story about a little old German lady. she would repeat, "Hitler war der "beste mensch!, Hitler war der beste mensch!" She was referring to Hitler the brave WWI corporal (a messenger along the front) and the very mediocre graphic artist. Adolf Hitler, despite his limitations drew sketches in public. He inspired people in very depressing times by simply engaging in the act of art-creation. Later of course, his public art projects grew a little disturbing. But lets not forget the value of a human playing an instrument on the street. Some live talent is escaping, generating a rememberance of our collective agency in birthing beauty from our minds, hearts, bodies. what ever level of talent we might have, it should be excersized.
Michael Dean, is the mediocre artist actively playing with the medium of a hopelessly boring society. This society is a rotting rat, filled with pretentious worms feasting on what was once a beautiful host. Thank the gods Mr. Dean aka El Gato Loco is fucking with the dead rat and its soon-to-be gobbled worms. Buy his stock or die!
Joe
Michael Dean replied:
subject: How dare you compare me to that talentless, one-balled, failed painter!
thanks. I quoted you here: http://www.kittyfeet.com/praise.htm
though I will publicly arm wrestle in a streaming web cast anything who thinks
I am less than great!
To: TOP_CAT@kittyfNO-SPAMeet.com
"The Internet might enhance these pleasures for many musicians, and might make them available to many others who otherwise would miss out completely. Take it from musician Michael Dean, who has been everything from an indie-rock darling, to a major-label artist, to a one-man musical Web enterprise. Dean reports that MP3 files get downloaded from his sprawling webpage around 200 times per week, but like most other musicians on the Web, he is not actually able to sell anything. 'But that isn't why I make music these days,' says Dean. 'To me it's sort of like how Maximum Rock and Roll [a seminal punk fanzine] was in the beginning. I used to get a kick out of the little letters with a five-dollar bill carefully concealed for an order of my 7" vinyl. I was and still am losing money, but I get a kick out of seeing "Venezuela" and "India" on the download hitlogs.'
"When you think about it, a music business full of Michael Deans might truly be a revolutionized one. The glossy pop acts will go on as before, groomed and marketed so as to transfer millions from the pockets of teenagers to the pockets of record companies. And no doubt there will still be radio stations (broadcast or webcast, either way) that won't play anything not pressed on them by labels, record stores (real or virtual) that won't promote anything not played on the radio, and live venues (on the street or the Web) that won't give a gig to anyone not sold in record stores. But for everyone else, there will be a little corner of cyberspace where you can find almost everything the traditional music industry ever offered-songs, pictures, quotes, videos-in short, a complete musical experience. The only thing that will separate the minuscule players from the megastars will be the number of people observing.
" We've all heard that tired quote from Andy Warhol about future people all getting to be famous for fifteen minutes. But maybe he was a little off-perhaps everyone in the future will be famous on 15MB of a hard drive, somewhere out in the vast expanses of cyberspace. "
Michael: I want to conquer the world and I want to create the stuff that stops people dead in their tracks, makes people want to crawl right out of their skin, makes a difference in this fucked-up world of lost souls. Ya know?
just don't know where you find all this time to work, go to school, play music, go to the gym, read books, paint, write, and constantly update a sprawling web site. Shit. Tell me your secret.
Seriously, though, I am glad that you utilize your time in so many useful, cool, productive ways. I admire that.
Oh, I've been meaning to ask, how in love with yourself are you????? Oh, Narcissus!
Thanks for your note....really appreciated.
I surfed all over your site....."wasted" the better part of the morning there!!
Wanna know something?? U R 1 FAR OUT person!! LOL...I love creative people and u sure r one of them!!
I am 60 and a bit more inhibited than you. But, considering I have 6 grandchildren I still have friends who think I am the craziest SOB in Massachusetts .... so I guess it's all working for me 2!!
Thanks for your note.....I will d/l some your music, too ... suspect it will loosen up my constipated Dell system ....
If you are curious, we just celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary ... pictures at http://24link.net/dimwit4u/anniversary.htm .....
Anyway ... take care good friend.
Marty
james thomas wrote:
Michael- your such a good writer, with such a good perspective, what about submitting to the guardian or wherever? You are an elder of this tribe. Love Jimo
Michael Dean solo. Ex-bassist of now-defunct Metal pranksters cat offers ominous piano-led tunes with electronic beats. The haunted castle melodies are a little frightening. That is, until the Meatloaf meets Isaac Stern vocal approximation warbles in.
From listen.com:
cat Hometown: San Francisco, CA, US cat are an enigma. Over the course of a career spanning more than a decade, they have adamantly refused to conform to the generic conventions of Heavy Metal, Grunge, or Glam (though they draw from each of these forms). They seem less concerned with playing a given style of music than implementing whatever style will most heighten the effect of their bizarre, subversive lyrics. Every cat song is such an impeccably strange, deformed creation that one is tempted to ascribe their power less to creativity than psychosis (e.g. "Vagrant Vampires"). Like Marie Curie in her lab, they are driven by a will to discover, even if they are destroyed in the process: one moment they venture a Leonard Cohen cover; the next, they plummet into an 18+ minute acid-metal mantra ("If I Were a Gurl"). No one has attempted such radical juxtapositions in their music since Focus first brought together Progressive Metal and yodeling.
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Baby Opaque 1 song to download Format: MP3 Free Angular, off-time guitar signatures, spiraling drums, and spoken word rants dominate this slice of Post-Punk. The only thing this guy likes more than his cats and his girlfriend is the Fall.