First song and title track from an album that might be a little more slowly forthcoming now, but it’s coming. In celebration of the birth of my little girl, and in full solidarity with occupations everywhere. I’d be joining you, but we’re going to be occupying our house for the next little while. Meantime here’s a song to rally the troops. Let’s do this.

John, I see your Billy Bragg cover, and I raise you one Minutemen cover. Not exactly a union song per se, but a call to arms and the song that’s been in my head on continuous repeat for about the last two years. Feel free to download, link, share, whatever. Power to the people!
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all these men who work the land
should evaluate themselves and make a stand
can’t they see beyond the rhetoric
the lies and promises that don’t mean shit

and all the men who learned to hate them

they keep themselves hidden away
they keep themselves upon the hill
afraid of the day they’ll have to pay
for all the crimes upon their heads

and all the men who learned to hate them

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Hear, hear! As of today, we are officially in business: Fangio is now available as a guilt-free digital download from iTunes, eMusic, and Amazon. Turntable-enabled physical object–fetishists may still order our beautiful numbered vinyl editions directly from Fayettenam, of course, and are encouraged to do so!

Big picture fans are likewise encouraged to click on Davey G. Johnson’s brilliant Evita send-up, above, for the full-res version. Suitable for framing, or multiple-story Diego Rivera-style hand-painted murals, your choice.

For those who might still be wondering, What the fuck is this? I offer this brief summary:

When I was seventeen, for reasons that will remain forever inscrutable, I wrote a song for my Casio-powered solo project Party of One which imagined the 1950s race car driver, five-time Formula One World Champion, and Argentine icon Juan Manuel Fangio piloting a then-current 1980s-model Saab 900 Turbo across the Andes mountains on a covert mission to assassinate the Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet. It sounded like this:

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Twenty-three years later I bought a well-traveled example of the ingeniously versatile car that accompanied the hero of that song, and began writing songs for an album that would pick up where “A Fangio for the ’80s” left off.

The real-life Fangio died in 1995, long retired from racing. On the track he’d been known as El Maestro—the teacher—and a legendary bad-ass. Off it, he was El Chueco—most commonly translated as “bandy-legs”—short, squeaky-voiced, the very essence of good-natured humility and universally beloved for it.

The Fangio of my imagination is slightly different. He’s still alive for one thing—though by what Borgesian mechanism it’s never made clear—and so haunted by his own refusal to speak out against the atrocities of Argentina’s Dirty War that he’s gone underground as a sort of international rogue agent, beholden to nobody and determined to clear his conscience by evening the score: against the CIA, against the cartels, against every agent of oppression that conspired to terrorize and exploit the people of Latin America over the last half century. This album should be properly read as one part DC comics, one part Tom Clancy novel, and one part Marxist revolutionary tract.

Fangio was recorded entirely at home, by me, using GarageBand—which, in its ubiquity, cheapness, and user-friendly simplicity, I regard as the clear 21st century successor to my old Casio MT-100. And it sounds like New Order because I’ve always wanted to play in a band that sounded like New Order. I make no apologies.

Pictured above with the fruits of his labors is illustrator nonpareil Marty Davis, perhaps the only person in the world capable of generating persuasive likenesses of both myself and Juan Manuel Fangio, from memory, and without question the only person capable of morphing them into the iconic visual punnery you see here. These are the records; this is the album. They turned out fucking amazing. They look and feel ridiculously great. So stoked! Go to Fayettenam and get yours! (The shirt is a prototype. Stay tuned.)

That’s me, actually, not Fangio. Read the full story at the reliably awesome Clunkbucket.

Pleased to report that as of this week Fayettenam is not just taking but filling orders for both the 7″ single and the LP. They exist!

Today, in celebration of this fact, some further elaboration to enhance your listening experience.

01 Operational Detachment Juan Manuel Fangio
02 El Narcoavión
03 My God Is An Angry God (Juan Manuel Fangio Castiga Los Pecados Del Mundo)
04 La Consciencia Intranquila de Juan Manuel Fangio
05 Edwardian Gray
06 Bebe’s Song
07 El Hombre Más Macho
08 Compared To Their Predecessors, Today’s Politically Motivated Kidnappers Are Total Dicks
09 Los Viejos
10 Beat Your Halfshafts Into Swords (The Radicalization And Redemption Of Juan Manuel Fangio)

Operational Detachment Juan Manuel Fangio
In which Fangio introduces himself, and provides as tangible an explanation for whatever magical mechanism has made possible his resurrection as we’re going to get. The first lines allude to a story from Leo Levine’s Fangio obituary for Road & Track: “It took a remarkable man to maintain his equilibrium. One night in Buenos Aires when we entered a restaurant, the entire assemblage stood. This was thirty years after he retired.” The “stripped of every badge” line refers both to Fangio’s unofficial and unaffiliated status as a rogue agent who takes his orders from no one, and to the Saab 900 Turbo that serves as his primary undercover vehicle, high-performance SPG variants of which typically shipped from the factory sans rear nameplates.

once upon a time I couldn’t go out to eat
without everyone in the room
rising to their feet
I couldn’t go shopping
I couldn’t walk down the street

but I traded that all in a long, long time ago
in exchange for immortality
some sort of purchase on my soul
I struck a sinner’s bargain
late one summer night
not to be a hero
but for the chance to make things right

now I roll invisible, stripped of every badge
for maximized efficiency I’ve but a single task
I’m more than an assassin
and I’m not a hired gun
I’m Operational Detachment
Juan Manuel Fangio
I’m a special force of one

El Narcoavión
(Tr. the drug plane.) Working title: “Protocol for Impersonating a Trafficker of Illegal Goods and Substances in Order to Gain Access to and Win Confidence of Cartel Leadership While Avoiding Detection by International Authorities.” “Garlic and cocoa leaves” were remedies used by Fangio and his navigator to overcome fatigue and altitude sickness during the 1940 Gran Premio del Norte, a two-week, six-thousand-mile race over public roads from Buenos Aires to Lima and back. Fangio won the race in a ’39 Chevrolet.

find a light twin-engined airframe
rip out all the seats
stuff every inch with hidden bladders
filled with aviation gasoline
arm yourself with a small revolver
garlic and cocoa leaves
now you’re good for direct service
from Florida to Medellín

and if there’s E-2Cs around
just stay under the radar
and if the Sinaloa shoot you down
just take one of these

once you’re back in U.S. airspace
stay beneath one thousand feet
pick your favorite abandoned airfield
and set her down nice and neat
call your man to arrange the drop-off
tell him where and when to meet
announce your flight, you’re all alright now
get yourself something to eat

and when there’s federales on your tail
you can jettison your cargo
and if you need to spend a night in jail
next time: submarines

My God Is an Angry God (Juan Manuel Fangio Castiga los Pecados del Mundo)
(Tr. Juan Manuel Fangio punishes the sins of the world.) The first of the “mission” songs finds Fangio taking out a target about whom we know little more than that he doesn’t seem to have any business hanging out in a synagogue. The venue is significant, however, in that our Catholic-born protagonist finds in the idea of the Old Testament God—the “God of wrath”—a measure of validation for the role he’s taken on. Jericho/Buffalo confusion merely a symptom of overarching Borgesian spatiotemporal displacement.

I killed a man in a synagogue last night
I put him in a headlock
and I squeezed out his cursed life
afterwards I put the windows down
and I drove til it was light
I killed a man in a synagogue last night

I killed a man at the Temple Beth last night
when I was done I looked up
and saw a god I recognized
I said you know what he was doing here
I hope that makes it right
I killed a man at the Temple Beth last night

I killed a guy in Jericho last night
I killed a guy in Jericho last night
for every set of circumstances
there are corresponding consequences
I killed a guy in Buffalo last night

La Consciencia Intranquila de Juan Manuel Fangio
(Tr. the guilty conscience of Juan Manuel Fangio.) A catalog of underworld activity in which our hero may or may not be involved, this song at the very least provides a broad outline of the universe he inhabits. It also expands, albeit somewhat vaguely, on the notion alluded to in the album’s opener, that this Fangio is haunted by an inescapable sense of shame, a need “to make things right.” As Ricky Watters wondered: For who? For what?

narcos in Colombia
anthrax traced to Wichita
backpack bomb Islamabad
where you gonna run?

IEDs in Kandahar
hijacking Paris–Dakar
you’re not the man they think you are
where you gonna run?

Juan, where you gonna run?
when it’s you you’re running from

the pirates of Somalia
the thieves that guard LaGuardia
they’re picking out a part of you
where you gonna run?

the face that haunts you in your sleep
the threat that lurks on every street
the promise that you couldn’t keep
where you gonna run?

Juan, where you gonna run?
when it’s you you’re running from

Edwardian Gray
Another mission song, this one finds Fangio reunited with the vehicle that two decades earlier accompanied him on his failed attempt to assassinate Augusto Pinochet. Think of it in the tradition of great American rock’n'roll songs about cars, like “Little Deuce Coupe” or “Little GTO,” except this one is about a 1988 Saab 900 Turbo SPG. And the guy driving the car is on his way to kill someone. (Incidentally, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this might be the first time in the history of music that the term “greenhouse” in its automotive design context has been used in a pop song. Can somebody wiki this?)

they met me at the airport just like they said they would
one guy with a sign, two more with a hood
we all nodded politely and headed for the door
they bound my wrists behind me and put me on the floor

two long hours in the back of a van
driven badly around the city just as fast as they can
off came the hood, up went the door
and I got a funny feeling — I’ve been here before

a business park on the outskirts of town
three units back, two units down
we scanned our palms and irises and stepped inside
sure enough — there was my ride

a Swedish stunner in Edwardian Gray
with a sagging headliner and a dirty ashtray
a two-liter four under a clamshell hood
boosting plenty healthy and sounding good

that roof so high, the hood so low
the way the greenhouse wraps around its occupants
it just says go
I’ve never had a more faithful steed
safety, comfort, stealth and speed

it had been more than twenty years since I put her away
but one whiff of cracked leather
brought me right back to that day
nothing that anyone could do about it now
and there were more important issues at hand

I grabbed that rubbery shifter and I threw it in first
spun the front tires and launched with a lurch
I had a pressing obligation one thousand miles away
with a — well let’s just say “an old friend”

across the high arid plains I drove all night
not another vehicle or soul in sight
sixteen valves tapping out the code
the oldest song I know

I reached my destination in a cold, cold sweat
how I was received I honestly forget
my friend must have known why I had come
he didn’t even try to run

that roof so high, the hood so low
the way that function has made a slave of form
it just says go
I’ve never had a more faithful steed
safety, comfort, stealth and speed

Bebe’s Song
Every story needs a love interest. “Bebe” was Andreina Berruet, Fangio’s companion for twenty years. She accompanied him to races throughout his career and they frequently appeared together in photos in the European motoring press, who tactfully referred to her as Fangio’s wife. Significantly, such photos appeared less frequently, if indeed at all, in their native Argentina, as in fact they weren’t married, and it’s been claimed that she was married to someone else altogether.

well of course there were others
in the end there was only one
from the best days to the worst days
to the broken, bloody cursed days
you were my keeper, you patched me up

what was in it for you, Bebe?
through good and bad you were always there
that husband of yours didn’t notice
he didn’t notice or he didn’t care

you gave up the child I gave you
perhaps I was child enough
you needed someone to take care of
I needed your patience, I needed your love

what was in it for you, Bebe?
through good and bad you were always there
that husband of yours didn’t notice
he didn’t notice or he didn’t care

El Hombre Más Macho
A sing-along.

who’s that driving that fancy car?
Fangio, Juan Fangio!
who’s that drifting that SLR?
Fangio, Juan Fangio!
who crossed the Andes in a rusty Saab?
Fangio, Juan Fangio!
who put the final bullet in Escobar?
Juan Manuel Fangio

who’s that leading at Monaco?
Fangio, Juan Fangio!
who’s that sideways through Nouveau Monde?
Fangio, Juan Fangio!
who gave the Heisman to Marilyn Monroe?
Fangio, Juan Fangio!
¿quien es el hombre más macho?
Juan Manuel Fangio

Compared to Their Predecessors,
Today’s Politically Motivated Kidnappers Are Total Dicks
Finding himself held hostage in a harsh and hostile landscape, Fangio reminisces about the time he got kidnapped on his way out to dinner before the Cuban Grand Prix. He was sure it was a practical joke, but no, these kids with beards and guns were Castro revolutionaries and they assured him that they were serious. Serious enough, at least, to detain him in a nicely furnished apartment and act like total fanboys while the Battista’s “bourgeois” Grand Prix went on without him (until an accident killed a bunch of spectators and the race was suspended, anyway). Afterwards they dropped him off with the Argentine embassy, the seeds of political enlightenment having been planted. Years later, Fangio would receive a get-well card from one of his captors, now representing Cuba’s Ministry of Commerce. ¡A tu salud! (This actually happened, by the way.)

late winter
snow still on the ground
eleven weeks now
these guys aren’t fucking around

it’s not like Havana in 1958
it sounds weird to say but those guys were okay
a case could be made
that they saved my life that day

I remember talking
Cuban sandwiches and beers
which title meant the most to me?
asked my most gracious host of me

like Stockholm Syndrome except in reverse
I charmed the pants right off of them
smiling they sent me home again

twenty-four years later I had a heart bypass
I got a card: “Get well soon Señor Fangio”
signed, Movimiento 26 de Julio

a tu salud, Señor Fangio
get well soon Señor Fangio
Movimiento 26 de Julio
get well soon Señor Fangio
we miss you too Señor Fangio
hope you’re doing good Señor Fangio
things are good here Señor Fangio
get well soon Señor Fangio

Los Viejos
(Tr. the old ones, or the old men.) Another mission, another long solo drive through forbidding and familiar terrain, and another opportunity for inevitable reflections on absence and loss. The mention of “the disappeared” hints at a creeping awareness of what’s really haunting our Fangio, but for now it’s easier and perhaps safer to ponder the fates of those directly known to him: his family; his navigator Daniel Urritia, killed in an accident during the 1948 Gran Premio del America del Sur; his former teammate Onofre Marimón, killed during practice at the Nürburgring in 1954; and a roll-call of contemporaries who fell victim to the occupational hazards and war-like mortality rates of mid-century automobile racing.

sometimes I miss my mom and dad
my brother and his kid
but I can’t afford to look back now
it’s not like I ever did

I lost my best friend on a road like this
and another at the ‘ring
since then the disappeared have piled high
hands up if you know what I mean

so as I drive along this precipice tonight
it comes as no surprise
when the mind begins to play its tricks
and the ghosts pull up alongside

Wolfgang, Luigi, Alberto
Peter and Pierre
Pedro y Ricardo
look now, the gang’s all here

Beat Your Halfshafts Into Swords
(The Radicalization and Redemption of Juan Manuel Fangio)
It starts innocently enough, with a conversational and entirely reasonable response to the unpleasantness of certain aspects of Fangio’s chosen vocation; from there the tone turns wistful, as our narrator recalls his hometown and the distance, both physical and emotional, between his life now and the occasions of his greatest glory. Then comes a third verse, though, and suddenly shit gets real. For the first time, Fangio comes face to face with his demons and confesses his shame for his silence during the Guerra Sucia, for the artful dodge of one “not interested in politics,” for his cowardice and betrayal of the very people who had elevated him to the status of national hero. For the first time, the true nature of Fangio’s mission is made clear: redemption for himself, and revenge for his fellow countrymen—revenge against not a particular regime or nation, not just the CIA or the cartels, not just the IMF or the WTO, but against every agent of oppression that has served to exploit and terrorize the people of Latin America for the last five hundred years.

I don’t like to kill
it gives me little satisfaction
to do what’s now required
of the responsible man of action
the psychopaths and sadists
they bring such joy to the task
but me, yeah, not so much
why do you ask?

it’s been too many years
since I dropped in on Balcarce
the town where I was born
where I kept my Maserati
it’s a sweet 250F
I last drove at Spa, 1954
it was like an extension of my body then
not anymore

regrets, I’ve had a few
well okay, I’ve had a lot
I was courageous, a hero on the track
and off it I was not
I watched my countrymen
sent off to their deaths
and I never said a word
instead I used my celebrity and my fame
and I hid behind my name as a shield
a fucking shield
when it should have been a sword

So here’s the deal: it’s still indie rock, and sometimes, when you’re doing super-limited, tiny runs of things, pressing plants aren’t always as cooperative as you’d like them to be. So yeah, the actual, physical 7″ single we’ve been promising? It doesn’t quite exist yet. The covers look great though! And we have been assured that the records themselves will indeed be pressed, along with the the LP, in time for the latter’s promised due date of September 7.

In the meantime: order from Fayettenam and Scott will see to it that you get the downloads now to tide you over.

In more exciting news:

Five thousand plus views in a week! We are blowing up in the Hooniverse, on the Autoblog, en français, in Polish (!), on Saabs United, and, most importantly, in Argentina! We can only hope for such love from actual, uh, music critics.

1895
October 8: Juan Perón born in Lobos, Buenos Aires, Argentina

1899
August 24: Jorge Luis Borges born in Buenos Aires, Argentina

1911
June 24: Juan Manuel Fangio born in Balcarce, Argentina

1912
March 12: Sixten Sason born in Skövde, Sweden

1915
November 15: Augusto Pinochet born in Valparaiso, Chile

1936
October 29: Fangio makes his racing debut in Buenos Aires,
finishing a DNF when his modified Ford Model A taxi throws a rod

1940
October 12: Fangio drives a ’39 Chevrolet to victory in the Gran Premio Internacional del Norte, a two-week, six-thousand-mile road race from Buenos Aires to Lima and back

1941
June 29: Fangio wins the two-thousand-mile Gran Premio Presidente Getulio Vargas in Brazil

1942
April 2: Fangio wins the Mar y Sierras Grand Prix, the last such event held in Argentina before war-related fuel restrictions put a temporary end to racing in Latin America

1945
September: Jorge Luis Borges’ The Aleph first published in the Argentine journal Sur

1946
June 4: Juan Perón elected president of Argentina on a platform of social justice and economic independence; Jorge Luis Borges “promoted” from a state library post to a job as a market chicken inspector; Argentina begins issuing false passports and visas to fascist collaborators in Europe and becomes a haven for Nazi war criminals

1947
February 9: Perón, mindful of the opportunity for international prestige afforded by motor racing, sponsors La Temporada, a series of races throughout South America from which the most promising drivers will be sent to compete in Europe with government backing; Fangio, driving an Argentine-built Volpi-Chevrolet, wins six of nine races he enters over the next two seasons

June 10: Svenska Aeroplan AB, founded ten years earlier in Trollhättan to manufacture aircraft for the Swedish military, produces its first automobile, the SAAB 92001; under cover of darkness, the prototype logs more than 300,000 miles of secret development time

1948
October 29: A military coup led by General Manuel A. Odría ousts democratically elected president José Luis Bustamente y Rivero in Peru; fleeing amid rumors of incipient violence and martial law, participants in the Lima–Tumbes stage of the Gran Premio de la America del Sur depart three hours ahead of their scheduled five a.m. start time; that night, attempting to pass the first-place car of rival Oscar Gálvez in the mountains near Paramonga, Fangio loses control of his Chevrolet and crashes, killing his friend and navigator Daniel Urritia

1949
April 3: Perón-sponsored Argentine Automotive Club (ACA), represented by Juan Manuel Fangio and Benedicto Campos and a pair of Maserati 4CLTs in national colors, arrives in Italy; Fangio wins the San Remo Grand Prix as well as the next three races he enters and two more after that; in August, he is greeted at the airport in Buenos Aires by Juan and Eva Perón, having returned to Argentina a national hero

December 12: SAAB begins production of the 92, a development of the 92002 prototype further refined by Sixten Sason

1950
April 16: Fangio joins established Italian drivers Luigi Fagioli and Nino Farina on the Alfa Romeo works team; wins in his debut at the San Remo Grand Prix

May 13: British Grand Prix at Silverstone marks the birth of Formula One, linking national Grand Prix races worldwide in a Championship Series for drivers; Fangio is a DNF when his Alfa Romeo 158 retires due to an oil leak

May 21: Fangio earns his first Formula One victory a week later at Monaco; he will win two more races but lose the season championship to Nino Farina

1951
October 28: Fangio wins the Spanish Grand Prix in an Alfa Romeo 159M, edging out Alberto Ascari for his first Formula One World Championship title

1952
June 8: After missing a flight and driving all night from Paris, Fangio arrives at Monza half an hour before starting time and then crashes during his second lap; he is hospitalized with a broken neck until September and misses the rest of the season

June 20: Fangio teammate Luigi Fagioli killed during practice at Monaco

July 26: Eva Perón dies

1953
September 13: Fangio wins the Italian Grand Prix at Monza in a Maserati A6GCM, finishes second to Ascari in the points for the 1953 season

November 23: Fangio wins the Carrera Panamericana, a five-day, 2,100-mile road race from Tuxtla Gutiérrez to Juárez, Mexico, in a Lancia D24

1954
March 20: In preparation for a postwar return to Grand Prix racing, Mercedes-Benz signs Fangio to drive its W196 streamliner

July 4: After winning the Argentine and Belgian Grands Prix for Maserati, Fangio makes his Mercedes debut with a victory at the French Grand Prix at Reims, his new teammate Karl Kling placing second; Fangio and Mercedes will dominate the rest of the season, winning all but two remaining races and earning his second world championship title

July 31: Onofre Marimón killed at the Nürburgring

1955
May 26: Alberto Ascari killed at Monza

June 11: Fangio narrowly escapes injury when teammate Pierre Levegh loses control of his Mercedes-Benz 300 SLR during the 24 Hours of Le Mans, somersaulting into the stands and killing the driver and 83 spectators; it is the deadliest accident in racing history and will precipitate the cancellation of the 1955 French, German, Spanish and Swiss Grands Prix, and Mercedes’ withdrawal from racing the following season

June 16: Days after a failed military coup, Argentine naval aircraft bomb Perón supporters in Plaza de Mayo, Buenos Aires, killing 326

September 11: Fangio wins the Italian Grand Prix at Monza,
clinching his third title at the age of 44

September 16: Military leaders take power in Argentina; Juan Perón forced into exile

1956
January 22: Fangio wins the Argentine Grand Prix in his Ferrari debut; he will drive the Ferrari-Lancia D50 to victory again at Silverstone and the Nürburgring and capture his fourth world championship when teammate Peter Collins selflessly turns his car over to Fangio during a routine pit stop at Monza, Fangio’s car having failed him
with a broken steering arm

1957
January 13: Snubbed by Ferrari, Fangio returns to Maserati for 1957 and pilots a 250F to victory at the Argentine Grand Prix

August 4: After a disastrous pit stop drops his Maserati to third place and nearly a minute behind the Ferraris of Mike Hawthorn and Peter Collins with ten laps remaining, Fangio breaks and rebreaks the Nürburgring lap record nine times and passes Hawthorn on the penultimate lap to win the German Grand Prix and assure himself a fifth title, a victory still considered by many the greatest in racing history; decades later, a seemingly lucid Fangio makes the bizarre claim that his performance this day could be attributed to the fact that from the tenth lap onward, he was listening to the Scottish synthpop duo Strawberry Switchblade on repeat

1958
February 2: Fangio earns his final victory, at the Buenos Aires Grand Prix

February 23: Fangio kidnapped from his Havana hotel by Castro rebels,
misses Cuban Grand Prix

July 6: At the conclusion of the French Grand Prix, Fangio announces his retirement from racing; at 24 victories in 51 Formula One starts, his winning percentage of 47.06% remains the highest in the sport’s history

August 3: Peter Collins killed at the Nürburgring during the German Grand Prix

1959
January 1: Led by Fidel Castro, the 26th of July Movement overthrows the U.S.-supported dictatorship of Fulgencio Batista and takes power in Cuba

1960
November 26: Erik Carlsson earns his first of three consecutive British RAC Rally victories driving a Saab 93

1961
September 10: Wolfgang von Trips killed at Monza during the Italian Grand Prix

1962
August 8: Sábado Gigante debuts in Chile

November 1: Ricardo Rodríguez killed during practice for the Mexican Grand Prix

1964
March 31: Brazilian president João Goulart ousted in a CIA-orchestrated military coup

April 2: Saab directors approve plans to develop an entirely new car,
codenamed “Gudmund”

1967
April 1: Sixten Sason dies

November 22: The Saab 99, Sixten Sason’s final design, is launched in Stockholm

1968
October 3: General Juan Velasco Alvarado takes control of Peru in a bloodless coup, expropriates foreign oil interests, implements agrarian and educational reform, and officially recognizes the indigenous Quechua as a national language

1970
September 16: U.S. President Richard Nixon authorizes ten million dollars to finance
Project FUBELT, a CIA operation to unseat Chilean president Salvador Allende

1971
July 11: Pedro Rodríguez killed driving a Ferrari 512M
at the Norisring in Nuremburg, Germany

1973
June 20: Juan Perón returns from exile to Argentina; Argentine Anticommunist Alliance snipers open fire on a crowd of millions gathered to meet him at the airport, killing 13 and injuring hundreds, an incident that becomes known as the Ezeiza Massacre

September 11: Chilean president Salvador Allende overthrown by a U.S.-backed military coup; General Augusto Pinochet takes power; in the following months tens of thousands of political opponents are arrested, imprisoned, and tortured in stadiums
around Santiago; thousands are executed or disappeared

1974
July 1: Juan Perón dies

1975
July 6: Peronist leaders issue “annihilation decrees” to combat leftist guerrillas in Argentina, effectively militarizing the entire country and providing justification for assassinations, kidnappings, and disappearances that characterize the Dirty War

November 25: Military intelligence leaders of Argentina, Bolivia, Chile, Paraguay and Uruguay initiate Operation Condor, a cooperative effort designed to “eliminate Marxist subversion” in Latin America

1976
March 24: Military junta takes control of Argentina,
initiates “National Reorganization Process”

June 2: Former Bolivian socialist president Juan José Torres kidnapped in Buenos Aires and assassinated as part of Operation Condor

August 1: Niki Lauda badly burned when his Ferrari 312T2 crashes during the final German Grand Prix to be held on the Nürburgring’s Nordschliefe

1978
May: Saab introduces the 900, a longer, lower, more powerful evolution of the 99

1982
January: After suffering a heart attack while attending a race in Dubai, Fangio undergoes quintuple bypass heart surgery; recovering in Buenos Aires, he receives a get-well card from one of his former kidnappers, now a high-ranking Cuban government official

1983 December 15: Argentine president Raúl Alfonsín creates CONADEP (National Commission of the Disappearance of Persons) to investigate Dirty War abuses

1984
January 13: At the Brussels Auto Salon, Saab unveils the 900 Aero (SPG in the U.S.), the first four-valve-per-cylinder, turbocharged and intercooled production car in the world

September 20: CONADEP issues “Nunca Más” report documenting forced disappearances and assassinations of 9,000 Argentine citizens between the years of 1976 and 1983 and more than a thousand more from 1973 to 1976; most human rights organizations place the total number around 30,000

November 5: Strawberry Switchblade “Since Yesterday” b/w
“By the Sea” single released on Korova

1986
September 7: Five bodyguards are killed and eleven more injured in Santiago when Augusto Pinochet’s motorcade comes under attack by Cuban-backed FPMR rebels armed with machine guns, rifles, bazookas, and hand grenades; Pinochet escapes unharmed in an armored Mercedes-Benz (witnesses, having never seen a Saab before, are unable to describe the assailants’ getaway car); in response, Pinochet declares war on “those people talking about human rights” and orders a 90-day state of siege, suspending civil liberties and effectively shutting down the press; the crackdown leads to broad international pressure for democratic elections and Pinochet loses the presidency in a 1988 referendum

1993
December 2: Medellín Cartel head Pablo Escobar killed in a Colombian gunfight; identity of shooter never definitively established

1995
July 17: Fangio dies in Buenos Aires; interred in family tomb in Balcarce Cemetery

1998
October 10: Seeking refuge from imagined assailants, an increasingly paranoid Augusto Pinchochet persuades a Spanish judge to issue an international warrant for his arrest on human rights violations; he is detained in London and placed under house arrest

2006
December 10: Once more under house arrest in Santiago, Augusto Pinochet dies, having never been convicted of any of the crimes, ranging from kidnapping and murder to tax evasion, for which he’s been indicted

So yeah, as I’m sure many reading this are aware, it’s July now. But I only called it a “target date,” didn’t I? Not every shot is a bullseye.

New and final release dates, and to quote Scott at Fayettenam, this is a “hard deadline”:

7″: August 10
LP: September 7

That’s the cover of the LP above. The vaunted video will be up when the single drops. Yet to come: an exhaustive listener’s guide, a Fangio timeline, downloadable posters, Fangio: the Novelization, a feature-length film. Better not to hold your breath on the last two, maybe. Seriously though, we’re putting together a full-on assault. When it’s over, people who google “Fangio” will see pictures of Saabs. I am bending the fabric of reality to my will!

Meanwhile: in the fine tradition of Inland Empire tribute albums past comes Smooth Sounds: The Future Hits of Wckr Spgt, the Shrimper 20th anniversary compilation. Thirty-six Shrimper alums—including the likes of Refrigerator, the Mountain Goats, Lou Barlow, Franklin Bruno, Simon Joyner, Charlie McAlister, and Jad freakin’ Fair fercryinoutloud—interpret Wckr Spgt songs penned exclusively for the purpose. The one I was assigned afforded me the opportunity to make real a long-threatened idea for something called Joel Division: Spgt songs sung in the manner of Ian Curtis. You need this.

I know it seems like I’ve been talking about this forever, but cut me some slack: it was only this time last year that the songs even started getting written. And now? Well look at that shit, will you?

Fangio—the album-length sequel to a song I wrote for my Casio-powered solo project, Party of One, in 1987, a song that imagined five-time Formula One World Champion and Argentine folk hero Juan Manuel Fangio piloting a Saab 900 Turbo SPG across the Andes mountains on a covert mission to assassinate Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet—currently sits in pit lane, crew scurrying about, final preparations being made before advancing to the starting grid.

There are ten songs, and their titles are as follows:

01 Operational Detachment Juan Manuel Fangio
02 El Narcoavión
03 My God Is An Angry God (Juan Manuel Fangio Castiga los Pecados del Mundo)
04 La Consciencia Intranquila de Juan Manuel Fangio
05 Edwardian Gray
06 Bebe’s Song
07 El Hombre Mas Macho
08 Compared to Their Predecessors, Today’s Politically Motivated Kidnappers Are Total Dicks
09 Los Viejos
10 Beat Your Halfshafts Into Swords (The Radicalization and Redemption of Juan Manuel Fangio)

That’s too much music to fit on a single LP, so Fayettenam will release the album in two parts: the first two songs as a 7″ single, the rest to follow on a 12″ LP; all of the songs will be available as digital downloads as well. The single and album sleeves will be silkscreened and gorgeous, you have my word.

Also gorgeous? The insanely, pants-shittingly awesome video I just made with former Jalopnik contributor, Bob Mould backup singer, fugitive from Albanian justice, and all around cars-and-music Renaissance man Davey G. Johnson, during the shooting of which the above photo was taken. It’s for “My God Is an Angry God,” and we’ll be putting it up around the same time the single is ready to go (with a sneak preview possible earlier if you’re paying attention here, hint hint).

Target date for all of this ridiculousness: June. Official countdown starts now.

In the meantime: I’m playing a stealthy show here in Rochester tomorrow night, at Casa del Awesome. Contact Brian for directions and info!