Holiday Demon Rock

Not only was there a celebration of Holiday jams on Monday's broadcast, we also busted a move to Banjo's favorite albums and artists of 2008. But rather than play all those boring and stale and generic holiday rock songs, we decided to go a different direction and embrace something that's slightly more in tune with rock and roll...the devil. So we offered up SIX artists that rocked out for the Prince of Darkness...can you guess who they are? And for the favorites of 2008 we decided to tie-in the Mr. Satan as well by playing at least one cut from Banjo's top 18 albums of the year...why 18 you ask? Well because SIX plus SIX plus SIX equals 18. And of those 18, SIX of them are Banjo's absolute favorites of the year and are lucky enough to have TWO songs each be played, because TWO is that magic number given to Lucifer by indie rock's favorite heathen, Prometheus. And of course, Banjo's favorite album and artist of the year got a special THIRD track played! Hot damn.

Here's the setlist...


Spinal Tap
Christmas With the Devil
This is Spinal Tap

White Denim
Darksided Computer Mouth
Workout Holiday

Cut In The Hill Gang
Soul To Waste

Marnie Stern
This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

No Age
Here Should Be My Home

My Morning Jacket
Evil Urges

Electric Six
Electric Demoms in Love

The Kills
Sour Cherry
Midnight Boom

Man Man
Top Drawer
Rabbit Habbits

Black Mountain
Stormy High
In The Future

Iron Maiden
Run to the Hills
Number of the Beast

Black Keys
I Got Mine
Attack and Release

The Boys Will Love Us

The Kills
Getting Down
Midnight Boom

Nothing Ever Happened

TV on the Radio
Red Dress
Dear Science

Vampire Voltage No. 6
Chemtrails 7"*

White Denim
All You Really Have to Do

The Devil Stole the Beat From the Lord
Grande Rock*

L'Orchidee d'Hawai
Nobody Beats Me

Rolling Stones
Dancing With Mr. D.
Goats Head Soup

Black Mountain
Evil Ways
In The Future*

Pearl Jam
Satan's Bed

Put In a Little Gas

Man Man
Big Trouble
Rabbit Habbits*

Black Keys
Psychotic Girl
Attack and Release*

Seasick Steve
St. Louis Slim
I Started Out With Nothing and I Still Got Most of it Left*

Bob Dylan
High Water (For Charlie Patton)
Tell Tale Signs

White Denim
Shake Shake Shake
Workout Holiday

Marnie Stern
Clone Cycle
This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

The Raconteurs
Rich Kid Blues
Consolers of the Lonely

Songs denoted with a * were not played due to a massive power outage in the middle of the show thanks to all the kickass Rock and Roll being played...or something...and by the time the server was back up and running time was not on Banjo's side...perhaps we should have offered up a second virginal sacrifice...


Monday's Rock Rapture

The Set List from Monday's "The Gospel According to Banjo" Rock 'n' Roll Radio Broadcast...


Let There Be Rock
Let There Be Rock

The Black Keys
Remember When (Side B)
Attack & Release

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
Now I Got Worry

White Denim
Mess Your Hair Up
Workout Holiday

Art Brut
My Little Brother
Bang Bang Rock & Roll

Iggy and the Stooges
Shake Appeal
Raw Power

the White Stripes
Baby Brother
Icky Thump 7" Single

Radio Birdman
Essential Radiobirdman

I Didn't Come Here to Die
Love Ways EP

John Lennon
Well Well Well
Plastic Ono Band

Heartless Bastards
Done Got Old
Sunday Nights: the Songs of Junior Kimbrough

The Thermals
Here's Your Future
The Body, The Blood, The Machine

My Morning Jacket
Highly Suspicious
Evil Urges

The Beach
Are You Ready for an Organ Solo?

Simple Kid
Mommy 'n' Daddy

The Kills
Night Train
Midnight Boom (UK) Release

Black Mountain
Modern Music
Black Mountain

Andre Williams
Can You Deal With It?
Can You Deal With It?

Muddy Waters
The Blues Had A Baby and The Named it Rock and Roll
King of the Electric Blues

R.L. Burnside
Shake, Little Baby
Sound Machine Groove

Seasick Steve
I Started Out With Nothing and I Still Got Most of it Left

Boogaloosa Prayer

Soledad Brothers
Rock Me Slow
Soledad Brothers

Eagles of Death Metal
Flames Go Higher
Peace Love Death Metal

Black-Eyed Snakes
Hillside Stomp
Rise Up

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Come on Down to My House

The Undertones
Teenage Kicks
The Best of...

the Von Bondies
Shallow Grave
Lack of Communication

Two Gallants
Fail Hard to Regain
The Throes

the MC5
Kick out the Jams
Kick Out the Jams

Rock 'n' Roll Radio Resurrection!

And so said Bon Scott and Angus Young of AC/DC, "...Let there be sound! and there was sound. Let there be light! and there was light. Let there be Drums! and there were drums. Let there be GUITAR! there was guitar. OOOOHHH LET THERE BE ROCK!" And there was indeed MUCH rock.

And then someone different said, "Let's give Banjo a radio show, 'cause he knows how to Rock some motherfuckers too!" And rocking commenced once more.

Did you say...?
Did I hear...?"

Yes! You heard correct, true believer! Now every Monday from 2pm to 4pm PST you can log-on to PRARADIO.ORG!, download the little 'MP3 stream' thingy located at the bottom of their rudimentary webpage, and listen to 'The Gospel According to Banjo' live, via the modern marvel that is internet radio! Adjust your clocks accordingly if you live in the US and outside the Portland time zone...same goes for all you people 'living' outside the USA in places that may or may not Italy or Afghanistan or minuscule islands off the coast of South Korea with lots of funny letters in the name...

So dear hearts, if you're at home stalking around on myspace/facebook, or telling the goldfish your deepest, darkest, Battlestar Galactica Live Action Role Play sex secrets, or at work trying not to murder your coworkers or customers for not respecting you as a 'real live artist goddamnit', or doing 180's in the rental car whilst pounding a forty of colt 45, or chillin' in the park with that special someone/thing, or if you're simply tired of all the pussy, whiny, diet, sleepy excuses for rad rock n roll on regular radio then come on down to 'The Gospel According to Banjo' and rejoice by settin' your soul on fire with Portland's newest and most questionable DJ.
It's time, friends.
The era of hip shakin', ass wigglin', foot stompin', fist pumpin', back porch style gettin' down boogiemutherfuckinwoogie is here!
We gonna groove!
We gonna GROOVE!
We gonna love, love, love...till the break of dusk!
So come on you Rock n Roll philistines and join Banjo in a most awesome display of sounds and noise and get ready to be delivered UP like a rocketship bound for the Sun...or that bad Chinese food you ate last night and then topped off with a fifth of Jack!

Your soul demands it...

Podcasts will be available soon for all those that can't be turned on in real time...

Hot Comics!

New printings of Darnell! These sweet little bastards are so hot off the presses you can see the toner steaming! AWESOME! Now with NEW cover colors! So if you missed out the first time around, now is your big fucking chance...

More printings of Tape Song. A real humdinger of a comic. A 24 HOUR comic to be exact! This thing is so fucking rad/weird that it'll make your face explode...or confuse the piss out of ya...either way, it's a neat time! For more info on 24 hour comics and stuff, see the specific post below about this thing...

As always these boner-inducing funny books will come packaged in colorful/artsy/craftsy/eye-catching little envelopes that will surely make the mailman jealous and/or angry when you order by mail. Shipping included of course. Get 'em now! They also make fantastic gifts...for X-Mas, Kwanzaa, that one the Jew's celebrate, birthdays, anniversaries, awkward circumstances: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you a sloppy cunt, here's a cool comic," or "I didn't see the cat, he musta just jumped under the wheel, have a comic instead," and certainly "If you disconnect my nuts from that car battery I'll give you a Banjo comic"...really, they're good for any occasion...

A Gift from Above...

Banjo has this wacky-ass cousin that lives due North of Portland. He recently captured Banjo for a road trip to San Francisco, Banjo's old stomping grounds, where much turkey, gin, uber-posh and trendy broads, and familial love was consumed in mass quantities. Before the road trip commenced Banjo was given a gift. A gift of awesome proportions. Hand-made by said cousin. It looks something like this...

Highly recommended. If you pay him lots and lots of money or sex or candy or something you might be able to get one too. Either way, you should bother him here!


New Mini Comic...'Tape Song'

Last week Banjo participated in the 24 Hour Comic Day. This event takes place once a year and is held at various locations, usually comic shops, around the country. Hordes of sweaty, socially inept, basement dwelling, chronic masturbators gather together and spend 24 hours solid in a room writing and drawing a full 24 page comic in said 24 hour period. If you'd like to eat, sleep, piss, shit, fuck, or do anything other than draw a comic, you are more than welcome but you still have only the allotted time to make your little funny book.
It's a fairly absurd sort of event. By the seventeenth hour, the eighth cup of coffee in the past three hours, the ninth slice of pizza (fuck it, you've eaten a whole pie by now, a large one, don't kid yourself), the third conversation about She-Hulk and her green 'boner-licious' breasts, countless doughnuts, lack of sunlight, no sleep, and a shortage of real human interaction you really have no clue as to what the fuck is happening...and you've still got seven hours to go...and your fellow nerds are no longer talking with each other, but AT each other, all at once, rapidlyrapidlyrapidly, about nothing, nothing at all...don't forget that holding a pencil or pen at this point is a bit like trying to catch a greased-up pot-belly pig...
Thankfully, Banjo was given a small bottle of Absinthe a while back and decided this was a good enough time as any to down it...he made some new friends on that outing that helped him along his way to comic book completion...imaginary friends...
Anyways...Banjo completed a tale of ridiculous and fantastical proportions and later scribbled a cover and printed a run in Mini Comic fashion...
They look something like this...

The thing mainly stars this guy...

They're five bucks a pop and toally worth it...get one now!

Like a Graveyard Hound...

...I Say...Make me howl and moan!

Banjo decided not a bring a guitar or some OTHER such instrument with him when moving way up to the Pacific Northwest, thinking it would be a big pain the ass to travel and move around with, not to mention the preposterous amount of cash the airlines want out of your ass for taking it on the plane. And don't get Banjo started on those chumps at the post office...
Anyways, not bringing a geetar proved to be a most boneheaded idea, as Banjo quickly began longing for something to turn the back porch into a rock-rollin', foot stompin', ho-downin' of a good time. And being the cheap bastard that he is, Banjo didn't particularly want to give up a shoe-box full of clams for said good-fun-time-making-instrument.

And so, for the first time ever, Banjo built one. A four string dealio. Out of a cigar box and a plank. And some other nicknacks. It looks like this...

Somewhat rudimentary. Totally playable. Totally needing to be wailed upon. Totally awesome. An electric model will be coming out!


The Two Month Nonsense Continued...

...this past Wednesday, as Banjo attempted to paint some records and draw silly cartoons. Success, however, was not to be found. Mismatched colors, warped records, and uneven, sketchy lines don't make for good art as far as the Banjo is concerned. And as far as he could tell, the only thing that could lift his spirits was some fucking Rock 'n' Roll. And in luck was he, cause one of Rock's most awesome bands happened to be in town that very night. These guys:

Unfortunately, Banjo didn't have a ticket. But worried not was he! For he is king of this land now. And so he set forth to procure tickets. 'Tickets' mind you, as Banjo had acquired accompaniment, of the red-haired variety, along the way. Scalpers were found, of the mustachioed and 'red' sort, tickets were obtained, of the cheaper than face value kind, and the many shades of Rock were experienced. It looked and sounded something like this:

Except, you know, it was WAAAAAY louder...
Video not by Banjo.

Some bands know how to put on a fucking amazing rock show...and some guys know how to kick the piss out of those bands and say, 'this is how you rock, dickless', and proceed to bulldoze your eardrums...the Raconteurs fall in the latter category...seriously, Jack White has two copper-plated guitars! It's Rock! What the fuck else would it be?

So, after the show was over, Banjo and Co. walked outside to find a couple dudes on the sidewalk playing a couple homemade drum sets...mostly consisting of mud buckets, bottles, and oven racks. Talk about rad as shit... A crowd gathered and a guy walked up to give the boys a couple bucks, and in the process, dropped a few bills on the ground. After waiting a few minutes to see if he noticed it, he didn't, Banjo reached over and tapped him on the shoulder. The conversation went something like this:

Banjo: hey, man, you dropped a couple bucks...
Dude: (paused, looked down, picked up the money and looked at Banjo, square in the eye) you know, brah, you a good person. most people, they see that money and they take it and run. but you didn't, you told me about it. any other city in the world and they run, but not here. and if you do that here, you don't belong.
Banjo: uh...right on, man, just looking out
Dude: no other place something like that happen, only here
Banjo: that's why we're in portland, eh?
Dude: yeah yeah, what's yer name?
Banjo: banjo
Dude: i'm twan
Banjo: pleasure
Twan: seriously, banjo, you real good people, you didn't have to do that, but you did, you made a new friend today
Banjo: actually, banjo made two...(motions to the hottie beside him)
Twan: right on. i work down at reggies barber, you come in, come find me, we'll get down.
Banjo: cool
Random Person from Crowd#1: (to banjo) i saw what you did for that man, that was so nice of you
Banjo: yeah, i know
RPC#1: you're a really good person, do you know that? you're beautiful...
Banjo: nice, thanks
Twan: she's right
RPC#2: (to banjo) dude, way to be on the look out. (to a couple people beside him) did you see what this guy did? he told that man he dropped some money instead of running off with it. what's your name?
Banjo: banjo
RPC#2: oh i love the banjo. don't you guys?
Crowd: oh yeah, the banjo is sssooooo sweet, love it, love it
RPC#2: banjo, you're the man
Banjo: yeah...all i did was tell him...
RPC#2: banjo's the man!
Crowd: yeah...yeah
Banjo: well, i do what i can
RPC#3: a saint...
RPC#2: ST. Banjo!
Banjo: hahaha...i mean, YEAH!
Twan: you're like a saint, man
Banjo: i'm a cartoonist
RPC#2: St. Banjo, bearer of cartoons, laughs...and altruism!

Then some asshole tried to steal the bucket of money from the drummers and almost got his faced kicked in. And just before Banjo was ready to spit out the Gospel too...oh well, another time perhaps.


Live Painting

So Banjo had a live painting gig on Saturday afternoon, as part of the "entertainment" section of a large North Portland bloc party called the "Proper Festival." It had something to do with at risk youths, but when prodded and probed by Banjo for information, folks couldn't seem to give the ol' boy an explanation, nor what "Proper" stood for, as it was supposedly and acronym. It was really hot all day and there was no alcohol to be found so this put Banjo in a funk. Anyways, so a bunch of us "Artists", propped our recycled doors up on a fence for some sort of sports oriented field and slung around a bunch of colors. Some of them looked like this:

This was the crowd favorite:

Throughout the day, as one might expect, there was a plethora of children. Many of them wanted to paint on doors themselves, which was highly encouraged and highly entertaining as many of the kids decided it was more fun to paint each other, the grass, or their parents. Some, however, wanted other people to paint doors for them.
Banjo had a conversation with a little boy, his name was Marvin or Melvin or Mervin or something, that went like this:

M: can I paint a door?
B: sure, just ask that nice lady over there, she has everything...
M: i want to paint Obama on it and give it to my grandma
B: i hope she likes Obama
M: she does, she wants to marry him
B: me too
M: what?
B: nothing, that's pretty cool, man, good luck
M: will you help me?
B: uh...sure, what'cha need?
M: i want to write OBAMA in big letters
B: that's it?
M: yeah...but do it with your spray paint
B: wait, you want ME to write it?
M: yeah, i can't use spray paint
B: ah, ok, so just a big Obama written on the door?
M: yeah...
B: ok, let's get a door
M: and then like a bunch of little Obama's written all over too
B: um...why can't you do that part?
M: it's gotta be done with spray paint, duh...
B: silly me
M: so can you do it?
B: yeah...i'll help get you started
M: ok, do like the big Obama and all the little ones
B: wait...
M: and then do like, his face...
B: you want me to paint his face on there too?
M: but it's gotta look him...
B: some people wish that he wasn't real
M: they crazy
B: i know, right?
M: so you'll paint his face?
B: lemme get this straight, you want me to write Obama real big, like the size of the door, and then write a bunch of littler Obama's all around, and then paint a life like portrait of him?
M: and a flag
B: what are you gonna do to it if i'm doing all the rest?
M: give it to my grandma
B: this deal is getting worse and worse, kid
M: but she loves Obama and i wanna give her something with him on it that i did
B: i'm still unsure of what you're actually contributing to this potential piece of art
M: i'm gonna give it to her...and sign my name
B: who're you, andy warhol?
M: who's that?
B: an artist who made a lot of money by telling a lot of people to paint a lot of pictures of soup cans and shit, and then he told everyone he painted them.
M: that sounds lame
B: it kinda was...but he was mad popular, hung out with hot girls, and awesome rock bands
M: i bet they wasn't that hot, if they liked pictures of soup
B: good call
M: so you not gonna paint this door for me?
B: i'll help you, but i won't do it for you. don't you want that satisfaction of doing it yourself and then giving it to your grandma and saying, "i did this for you"?
M: i guess...
B: besides, i still have to finish my door
M: you painted that? [see below]
B: it's not done, but i don't think i want to finish it, i think it kinda sucks
M: man, that's awesome, that purple ghost is fly, and that bomb is he dreaming or something?
B: uh, yeah actually, he's thinking or dreaming about the book he's reading
M: that's real cool, i like it
B: thanks, i dunno how to finish it though, i was thinking of writing a bunch of text over it
M: like what?
B: ...the specters of the past were buried in the sands of the arabian peninsula. or something like that
M: you sound smart
B: Extremely, cept i can't spell for shit...
M: i can't spell real good either
B: we should be friends then
M: maybe, you gonna paint obama for me?
B: probably not
M: oh...i'm gonna go ask someone else then

That old bastard 'spelling' reared it's ugly head again as Banjo misspelled 'specter' on the fucking thing. Feeling frustrated already and not really wanting to have to go back and correct, he just slapped some paint over it (not pictured) and called it a day. In the end Banjo was mildly satisfied, but more interested in finding a gin and tonic. The door got donated to a local non profit cafe...

Later, it was called the "crowed antagonizer"...

Darnell Mini Comic

As part of the "Two Month Anniversary of Banjo in Portland Extravaganza" that is bound to last until the three month mark, Banjo is kicking off the celebration with the release of his new mini comic! The first collection of Darnell, the Easter Opossum comic strips! They look something like this...

These rad little fucks are only FIVE BUCKS, each with a hand printed cover and hand numbered on the back. Pictured above is part of the first print run, the next run will have a different colored cover, blue or brown perhaps...and if you order by mail, which most of you will probably be doing, then you'll get a fancy-ass envelope that may or may not look like this...


ALL spelling errors will be corrected.
So drop old Banjo a line via that little link that says "other inquiries" and say, "hot damn, Banjo, I need me my comic book fix! What do I do?! What do I DO!?" and Banjo will write back and tell you, it's that goddamn easy.

There's also some extra special art in the back...ooooohhhhhhh...

Get it now! Copies are limited!



More Adventures in the Rose City

Banjo headed out on the town a few nights past, looking for the cure to that which ailed him. In need was he of trouble, booze, ladies, and rock n roll. He found all at the Doug Fir Lounge. And while the booze was delicious, the ladies were scantily clad, and the air for trouble was ripe with shit-talking, he was treated to a most spectacular broke-down, raunchy, punky-blues, rock 'n' roll one-man-band performance by this guy...

Bob Log III.
"I'm Bob Log and this is my GUITAR! WOOOOOO! GODDAMN!"
And then he TORE it the FUCK UP! on his cheap guitar and foot operated drum kit. Most awesome indeed.
You can find his music here: Bob Log's Myspace Jamboree

And then the show was over. Log left. The wasted, semi-hot ladies that had once dipped their bare breasts in Log's scotch on the rocks whilst on stage, dressed and headed out as well. And so Banjo peaced. Drunk. And awesome. On his fancy bike. And with an impending voyage longer than a live Jimmy Page guitar wank-off. Dreading such an unfortunate affair, Banjo fiercely cursed the night and those that made his Italian legs so damn small. But all was well, as he discovered this magical place on the journey to his new home...

Banjo was low on cash and unfortunately not in the mood for an eight-ball, but he's glad to know such a special place exists so close to home.


And so, more answering of the fanmail via comic strip...


One Month In...

For those of you that don't know, Banjo recently up and moved all the way across the country to the magical fairy land known as Portland, OR. Leaving behind the farm of conception, a plethora of preposterous and stupefying attachments of the human and not-so human, the more plastic or paper, form, and familial bonds of the illest and sensationalized variety, Banjo set forth on a new adventure where he had been only once or twice before. Still a virgin to the leftist coast, the adventure thus far has been a most fantastical success! No God knows what terrifying and astonishing phenomena will befall upon Mr. Banjo in the foreseeable future of his time in the bewitching belt of the pacific northwest.

Upon his arrival:

1. Who knew that lighting someones cigarette would lead to said dude trying to get Banjo to suck his cock? Banjo doesn't play that. Cigarette dude couldn't quite grasp the idea that Banjo doesn't suck the dick and is in fact only "down with the dick" when it's his own.

2. Banjo's first gay wedding attendance. A beautiful and genuine wedding, unlike most he's made appearances at. Everything was hunky dory until someone got the gnarliest of head wounds. That happened to be Banjo. Ouch. There was blood, sweat, tears that were not Banjo's, and the doctoring of the head by a gentle Southern Belle with the most delicate and thorough of hands as she patched up everyone's favorite side-burned jive talker with an Aunt Jemima-style bandana...and a fucking maxi-pad...he still sports the bandana from time to time...

3. Adventures in the hostel. These sort-of never ended. Between the coast guardian neanderthals covered in puke, the grunting and farting gorilla that slept below Banjo for three days and had an obsession with horse-sized pills and plastic grocery bags, to the beautiful Australians...there was something else...but Banjo musta drank that memory away, it was all a ridiculous time...

4. "Hey dude, let me touch whatever moist areas you got! C'mon, I know you got some. You can touch mine!" Banjo replied, "hey dude, get your finger out of my armpit or i'll make that gap in your teeth look like the fucking grand cayon."

5. More Darnell comic strips shall be posted in due time. The scanner was left at home making it harder to get them up, but they are done and ready for people to read 'em! Soon, kids, soon, you'll even be able to have your very own copy of the first 25 comic strips involving everyone's favorite intoxicated rodent as a printing is now in the works. Gotta love them comics!

6. Banjo's first live painting gig. Inspired by past paintings he did with one DrewBarker that was victim of a most rad hatchet throwing incident, and a painting left unfinished that was done in collaboration with Mr. Moss, Banjo set his sights high, combined the two and totally rocked the fuck out of the door seen below...

Check back soon for more shit and possible pics of Portland threads as worn by Banjo.


This Is Also Happening unless you're on a secret mission for NASA, there should be no reason for you to NOT be attending this...

Painted Wax Fiends Rejoice! PART 2!

Here's a newer batch of those ever popular colored vinyl bits, check back soon as there will be more coming. if yer interested in one or two let banjo know ASAP, these don't stay in his hands for very long...