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And it's all so unnecessary. Check this dude out. He couldn't possibly be more manful, manly, and mannish, in the Offerman sense. Big beard, drinks whiskey in his vids that have (unobtrusive) heavy-metal and gutbucket-blues soundtracks. Not MAGA. Look at that description.
ENCurtis
I make things because it makes me happy.
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September 13, 2026 at 3:40 PM
onyx1005.bsky.social
The Heritage foundation is an organization committed to destroying America as we know it. It’s time for them to go. They are at their core distilled down to the basic element simple Nazis. There’s no intellectual foundation here is just gutbucket racism.
September 9, 2026 at 1:52 PM
johnseoultrain.bsky.social
Eric Arn / “Gutbucket” / fixe Idee (Carbon/Feeding Tube, 2025)
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Joe McPhee - “Nation Time” from Nation Time (CjRecord Productions, 1971; Superior Viaduct, 2019 [reissue])
August 30, 2026 at 2:25 PM
djsedaw.bsky.social
Gordo Gutbucket
August 29, 2026 at 7:46 AM
tinnitist.bsky.social
Classic Album Review: John Hermann | Smiling Assassin

With Fat Possum, you usually know exactly what you’re getting: A badly recorded (but magnificent-sounding) set of gutbucket blues played by an obscure, nearly…

https://tinnitist.com/2026/08/24/classic-album-review-john-hermann-smiling-assassin/
Classic Album Review: John Hermann | Smiling Assassin
With Fat Possum, you usually know exactly what you’re getting: A badly recorded (but magnificent-sounding) set of gutbucket blues played by an obscure, nearly (if not already) dead black guy from rural Mississippi. Except this time.
tinnitist.com
August 24, 2026 at 10:05 PM
greatsextips.bsky.social
Peter B Gutbucket says “I feel like I've died and gone to heaven when a lady instagrams my aura. It scratches that itch!!!”
August 17, 2026 at 2:24 AM
greatsextips.bsky.social
Pansy Gutbucket writes “My hubby really likes it when we compare our credit scores from Experian to the ones from Equifax. We just make sure the door is locked first!”
August 12, 2026 at 8:13 PM
telstarman.bsky.social
Samuel Jackson's character waking up covered in blood, supremely pissed is made a thousand times better by that gutbucket blues lick. If I ever hear the main theme from "Telstar" like that, I will be unstoppable for fifteen seconds.
August 3, 2026 at 11:34 PM
pantagrapher.bsky.social
All new meaning to “playing gutbucket”
atrupar.com Aaron Rupar @atrupar.com · Jul 28
Trump taps on Lindsey Graham's casket
July 28, 2026 at 10:11 PM
ip33.bsky.social
#NowPlaying #MusicSky Horrible title, horrible cover, but it's a cheapo 70s compilation so I'm in!
Son Of Gutbucket compilation playing on a Audio-Technica turntable.
July 24, 2026 at 10:22 AM
greyskiesthinking.bsky.social
Always worth keeping an ear out for these Radio France archive concerts. So far, little I haven't heard before from Dizzy but Johnny Griffin on Hot House is constantly surprising, bebop intellect & gutbucket in perfect equilibrium. www.radiofrance.fr/francemusiqu...
Dizzy Gillespie & Johnny Griffin au Festival de Châteauvallon le 29 août 1971
Deux légendes du jazz à l’affiche ! Dizzy Gillespie qu’on ne présente plus et Johnny Griffin, ‘Little Giant’, un petit géant qui a une grande place au sein du panthéon des saxophonistes, lui qui a déb...
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July 18, 2026 at 8:23 PM
bitchinville.bsky.social
Speaking of Peppermint Patty ramblin’ tunes, this one from the OG Guaraldi is absolutely transcendent, and the dirty funk breakdown that begins at 1:11 is jaw-droppingly, almost unbelievably NASTY and transcendently gutbucket.
May 23, 2026 at 2:29 PM
dasjarg.bsky.social
Here are some good ones
60s Atlantic soul compilation, This Is Soul 1969 underground blues rock compilation album, Gutbucket Dance music compilation, UK Tribal Gathering '95 DJ Krush mix album, Code 4109
August 20, 2025 at 8:51 AM
woodnar.bsky.social
Gutbucket is an unfunny non entity. He isn’t even a ‘has been’: he is a ‘never was’. He is a perfect fit for Faux News.
January 11, 2025 at 7:00 PM
notjessewalker.bsky.social
Tom Waits: The Avant-Gutbucket Years
Damon Linker / Tom Waits [Part 2] | National Review
Scot and Jeff discuss the second part of Tom Waits’ career (1983-2011) with Damon Linker.
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October 9, 2025 at 11:14 PM
cha0sparadox.bsky.social
the gutbucket..
November 16, 2025 at 5:07 AM
thereallegoat.bsky.social
Bruce Springsteen has been compared to Bob Dylan many times during his career.

What does Dylan have to say about The Boss?

“I think Bruce has done a tremendous amount for real gutbucket rock & roll – and folk music, in his own way.”

#BruceSpringsteen #BobDylan #FarOutMagazine
The artist Bob Dylan hailed as "tremendous" for rock and roll
Bob Dylan has had his fair share of rock and roll classics, but he knew people were carrying on the tradition of fantastic tunes.
faroutmagazine.co.uk
February 8, 2026 at 3:09 AM
johnbone.bsky.social
#NowSpinning #NowPlaying #NowListening

Gutbucket, 1969 sampler from Liberty Records.

Standout track for me is Alexis Korner's take on I'm Tore Down, with Danny Thompson on upright bass.

Most sniggery track title has to be Tony McPhee's version of No More Doggin' (1952 Rosco Gordon)
LP cover, Gutbucket
April 26, 2025 at 9:21 AM
johnbone.bsky.social
I missed out on that one, but have a few samplers from similar era e.g. Gutbucket, Bumpers, World of Blues Power. Happy days.
December 9, 2024 at 3:35 PM
taonf.bsky.social
Rucker's writing is cartoony but very fluid. You see, I wasn't reading fiction at all when I got into @rudytheelder.bsky.social. Only #cyberpunk actually deals with contemporary culture in a way that I can relate to. I like to think of it as rock 'n' roll fiction.
—Glenn Branca #Mondo2000 05 (1991)
Glenn Branca and Elliott Sharp: "We are the Reality of this Cyberpunk Fantasy" In Conversation with Mark Dery Photo/Illustrations by Jill Greenberg Glenn Branca and Elliott Sharp philosophize with a hammer. And an anvil. And a stirrup. The two New York composers take Friedrich Nietzsche, who subtitled an essay "How One Philosophizes With a Hammer," a step further: They make music that jangles the bones of the inner ear and bruises the brain. Branca, 42, is a Promethean presence in new music. Emerging from Manhattan's no wave scene in the late 70s, he smashed the world with a single, craggy, monolithic chord—a cluster of E notes, the thunderclap that opens 1979's "The Spectacular Commodity". Then, he made it new. Scored for massed electric guitars amplified past the threshold of aural pain, "Symphony No. 1: Tonal Plexus" melded the harmonics and hetero-dyming effects of minimalism's "acoustic phenomena" school to Beethoven's stormy bluster, Steve Reich's static harmonies, and the careening locomotive fury of heavy metal. “Symphony No. 3: Gloria-Music For the First 127 Intervals of the Harmonic Series" called for non-tempered tunings based on the harmonic series, the naturally-occurring, endlessly-ascending row of pitches that are multiples of a fundamental frequency. "Within this internal mechanism exists a body of music," Branca observed, "music which has not been written, but which is inherently indicated, in much the same way that DNA contains information." In “Symphony No. 5: Describing Planes of an Expanding Hypersphere" and subsequent works, Branca used the harmonic series to conjure otherworldly effects—an ethereal, crystalline whistling reminiscent of the glass harmonica, sonic Spirograph patterns traced in the air by spiralling melody lines. In his 7th symphony, Branca embraces equal temperament and conventional orchestral instrumentation. Polymetric, polymorphous, and perverse—there are no melodic themes to speak of, only ascending harmonies Although he is not the Brucknerian mystic Branca is, Sharp shares his fellow composer's obsession with raw power. In music of unutterable strangeness and mutant beauty, the 40-year-old composer multi-instrumentalist summons visions of thermonuclear fireballs and self-squared dragons, black holes and information whiteout. One hears echoes of innumerable influences—gutbucket blues, Inuit throat-singing, Jimi Hendrix, Krzysztof Penderecki, the harmonic chanting of Tibetan monks, chaos theory, and fractal geometry scrunched into a single skull and subjected to explosive decompression. All of which might suggest that Sharp's art is a cross beteen the neural spin art of a theoretical plysicist at mid-orgasm and the climax of the movie Altered States, where the protagonist devolves into Silly Putty. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sharp, like Branca, is a hyperintellectual who frequently makes use of mathematical equations in his work. He has explored the farflung reaches of the harmonic series and has written works in just intonation, the microtonal tuning system favored by Harry Partch. Moreover, his compositional architecture, tuning systems, and rhythms are often generated using the Fibonacci series, mathematical ratios derived by summing a number and its precedent—0, 1, 1, 2, 3,5, 8… "The music," informs Sharp in his liner notes to Larynx, "dances upon the ever-changing boundary between a geometry derived from the Fibonacci series and a fractal geometry of turbulence, chaos and disorder." One of Branca's older works, "Symphony No. 2," is being released. Subtitled "The Peak of the Sacred," it relies on homebuilt "staircase guitars"—lap steel/hammer dulcimer hybrids arranged in tiers, their open strings played with chop sticks—to produce an eerie, lambent rainbow of sound, the aural equivalent of Northern Lights. The 2nd half of "Symphony No. 2" spotlights Z'co, a Mad Max Roach who plays springs, pipes, titanium sheets, and strips of cold-rolled steel. Sharp's offerings consist of Datacide and Twistmap. Datacide, which showcases the guitarist's quartet, Carbon, is 49 minutes of neuro-core-clotted, convulsive songs that are equal parts dark matter and gray matter. Twistmap features the title track and "Shapeshifters," two astringent pieces for strings interpreted by the Soldier String Quartet, and "Ferrous," a rambunctious instrumental performed by Carbon on instruments designed and built by Sharp. Among them are the pantar, an electric string instrument whose angry buzz Sharp describes as "a cross betaeen a tamboura and a dumpster," and the slab, an unlonely creation fashioned from a hunk of butcher block fitted with bass strings and pickups. Drummed with metal rods, the slab produces a raspy bumbling suggestive of iron bees with rusty wings. Branca and Sharp share an abiding interest in science fiction. Branca, an obsessite cyberphile, runs JAA Press, a mail-order distributor of cyberpunk books and related ephemera. Sharp's song and record titles chronicle a lifelong fixation: "Kipple" and "PKD" allude to Philip K. Dick, "Cenobite" to Clive Barker's splatterpunk movie, Hellraiser, and "Dr. Adder" to the Jeter novel of the same name. Astonishingly, the two composers had never met. Little remained but for MONDO 2000 to introduce the two kindred composers. It was a supercollision. And they make an arresting pair: Branca is a blowzy, Byronesque sort whose tousled mane, rumpled suit-coats and unbuttoned, flapping greatcoats make him look as if he lives in a wind tunnel; Sharp sports a shaven pate and a military-industrial wardrobe that runs the gamut from black to black. Branca often wears his shirt collars turned up, giving him a decidedly 18th century appearance, as if he had just stepped from the pages of Goethe's Sorrows of Young Werther. Sharp, with his leather overcoat, Kojak fadora and black combat boots, would go unnoticed in one of William Gibson's Chiba City bars. —Mark Dery Elliott Sharp's recommended records for chaos cultists: 1. HPSCHD, John Cage and Lejaren Hiller. "Computer-human interface overload" 2. Consumer Revolt, Cop Shoot Cop. "Dark, brutal techno-primitivism" 3. On tite Corner, Miles Davis. "Manic electronics and bloop-bleep rhythms take their rightful place in a funky mix" 4. Dark Market Broadcast, John Duncan. "Shortwave radios and media samples-post-apocalyptic easy listening" 5. Hit, Fat. "Fat is a power trio that plays neurocore--kinetic, jagged and metallic" 6. Maggot Brain, Funkadelic. "Mind-burning techno-psychedelia-brain booty" 7. Bria Jones Presents the Pipes of Pan at Jajouka, Various Artists. "Cross-cultural neural networking —a blend of ancient and future" 8. Good as Gold, Owt. "Urban grooves—an interface of human digits and digital technologies" 9. Electroacoustic Music, Iannis Xenakis. "The total liberation of sound, using what was at that time state-of-the-art computer and art processing, as well as sound sources that included simple effects such as burning charcoal—one of the most extreme records of all time" 10. Riga, Riga. "They're a percussion band from Riga, in Latvia, who play scrap metal amplified with contact mics, taking the low-tech/high-tech amalgam to its ultimate-their alienation is complete" Asked to choose his 10 favorite cyberpunk novels, Glenn Branca couldn't resist cheating. Here is his list of neuromantic titles: Neuromancer, Burning Chrome, by William Gibson. Schismatrix, Crystal Express, by Bruce Sterling Software, Wetware, by Rudy Rucker. Dr. Adder, by K.W. Jeter. Eclipse Trilogy, by John Shirley. Alligator Alley, by Mink Mole and Dr. Adder (the pen names of underground cartoonist Tim Ferret.) Metrophage, by Richard Kadrey. Temporary Autonomous Zone, by Hakim Bey. The Silicon Man, by Charles Platt. Red Spider, White Web, by Misha. Ambient, by Jack Womack.
February 19, 2026 at 11:20 PM
jackhk.bsky.social
10. Unfortunate Ponytails Kick Ass
9. San Bernadino Ninja
8. My Name is Damme. Van Damme. Claude Van Damme. Jean Claude Van Damme.
7. The Ninja Witch Project
6. Fresno Ninja
5. Shaolin Gutbucket
4. Unfortunate Ponytails Kick Ass Again
3. Slice Slice Baby
2. Bushido Bob: Way of the Taco
#1…next post!
June 17, 2026 at 8:15 AM
barryyeoman.com
🧵Last week, a friend asked me to name my favorite project ever. I didn't hesitate. "The Gutbucket King," I said: my 2013 longform profile of the New Orleans blues guitarist Little Freddie King.

In the 1950s, as a teenager, King jumped on a moving freight train heading south from Macomb MS. (1/6)
The Gutbucket King - Barry Yeoman
By Barry Yeoman He stood at the kitchen window waiting. He had memorized everything around him: the pine walls, bare of wallpaper or even paint; the wardrobe where his widowed mother kept her churn...
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April 27, 2026 at 12:26 AM