The Danks

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Samples EP

Who’s Afraid of the Danks? LP


For Nathan: Tom Waits Live in Atlanta

The good folks at NPR have graciously offered a pod-cast of Tom Waits’ complete 2 1/2 hour Glitter and Doom tour finale.

Set List:

“Lucinda / Ain’t Going Down to the Well”
“Down in the Hole”
“Falling Down”
“Chocolate Jesus”
“All the World Is Green”
“Cemetery Polka”
“Cause of It All”
“Till the Money Runs Out”
“Such a Scream”
“Hold On”
“Black Market Baby”
“9th and Hennepin”
“Lie to Me”
“Lucky Day”
“On the Nickel”
“Lost in the Harbor”
“Innocent When You Dream”
“Hoist That Rag”
“Make It Rain”
“Dirt in the Ground”
“Get Behind the Mule”
“Hang Down Your Head”
“Jesus Gonna Be Here”

“Eyeball Kid”
“Anywhere I Lay My Head”

Grab a fifth and your favorite fedora, sit back, and stream the concert here.

Vicarious: Torture and Entertainment

A while back, Christopher Hitchens talked some former green-beret types into “waterboarding” him, and he wrote an article about the experience and some of the other research he did on the subject for his Vanity Fair column, which you may read here.

In case you are not entirely clear on what “waterboarding” actually is, below is part of Hitch’s description of his (relatively tame) experience:

You may have read by now the official lie about this treatment, which is that it “simulates” the feeling of drowning. This is not the case. You feel that you are drowning because you are drowning—or, rather, being drowned, albeit slowly and under controlled conditions and at the mercy (or otherwise) of those who are applying the pressure. The “board” is the instrument, not the method. You are not being boarded. You are being watered. This was very rapidly brought home to me when, on top of the hood, which still admitted a few flashes of random and worrying strobe light to my vision, three layers of enveloping towel were added. In this pregnant darkness, head downward, I waited for a while until I abruptly felt a slow cascade of water going up my nose. Determined to resist if only for the honor of my navy ancestors who had so often been in peril on the sea, I held my breath for a while and then had to exhale and—as you might expect—inhale in turn. The inhalation brought the damp cloths tight against my nostrils, as if a huge, wet paw had been suddenly and annihilatingly clamped over my face. Unable to determine whether I was breathing in or out, and flooded more with sheer panic than with mere water, I triggered the pre-arranged signal and felt the unbelievable relief of being pulled upright and having the soaking and stifling layers pulled off me. I find I don’t want to tell you how little time I lasted.

Hitchens, while undeniably entertaining and intelligent, often comes across as annoyingly arrogant and condescending. Not so in this article. It is the fairest and most sober article of his that I have ever read. I suppose being subjected to such ignominious treatment would have an effect on a fellow.

In other torture news, has compiled a list of music used in American military prisons for hands-free torture (as well as to drown out unpleasant noises) based on a leaked interrogation log and interviews with soldiers and detainees.

Check it out here.

Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” is, apparently, the most popular song. And of course Hetfield and Co. are honored to be contributing to the war on, um, terror.