Saturday, January 29, 2022
Thursday, January 27, 2022
Zero 7 - Destiny (The Sound of Blow)
This is the audible equivalent of a thick line of quality cocaine entering the brain electric.
Wednesday, January 26, 2022
Denzel Curry covers Rage Against The Machine 'Bulls On Parade' for Like ...
d "They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full o' shells."
Tuesday, January 25, 2022
The Rules Be Damned
If I split an infinitive, or leave a dangling participle hanging out like a testicale from a set of loose swim trunks, I don't care. I just don't.
Sunday, January 23, 2022
Friday, January 21, 2022
I Don't Need God to Get Around
Stretching and popping my once broken neck I declare that I don't need God to get around. He let the holocaust happen to his chosen people. That's all I need to know.
Routine- Ninet Tayeb & Steven Wilson In the Royal Albert Hall
Finally, a song about routine. About what Missa Kim call wrashy dishy, wrashy crozes. This is a very important piece of music to me because is recognizes the enormous value of the otherwise largely ignored agency of simple routine housework, which is a key component of my own salvation.
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Tuesday, January 18, 2022
Sunday, January 16, 2022
DAVID BOWIE - THE HEART'S FILTHY LESSON (Take your pick: stage dramatic, or stage live. Each is better than the other).
From time to time, and always inexplicably, I break out in a chronic condition called David Bowie. But it's more than that. I has to do with the radius radiating in all mathematical directions from the center of the earth, the molten iron with tenticles extended in all directions in all three dimensions, squeezing lava out of our planet's porous, pock marked face. It touches upon fractiles and sea shells, and the sand in her cracks. It's about the lost realizing they don't wish to be found. It's about formlessness. And the heart's lessons, seen through the lens of the gut, then stretched out into fine tight strings and, ultimately, plucked into the music that tells the ancient story that covers the history of the Truth in abstractions that only I can understand. PGSW
Friday, January 14, 2022
Feist - How Come You Never Go There ("My horse had worked the fields too long")
I went up to your window, lightly banging on the cymbals, A writ into the night, came storming to your house. My horse had worked the fields too long, My bear has lost its innate calm, It's true enough for not at peace, but peace is never where the sea is, Our love is not the light it was, WHen I walk inside the dark I'm calm, WHere we look for where we went, It's only echoed in the melody. We waste time on blame and weak revenge, waste energy and rejections, we're living proof we gotta let go, and stop looking through the halo. We carry on as if our time is through. You carry on as if I don't love you, and so we find the ways out, to cover hard, I have a doubt now, The room is full of eyes and empty, Like your letters never sent me, Words like a lasso, You're an instrumental tune.
Thursday, January 13, 2022
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
The Power of the Dog Movie Score Suite - Jonny Greenwood (2021)
I couldn't even get through the first half of the movie, which is truly awful. It's got the right visuals, but beneath them lies pure shit. Jane Campion is a great filmmaker, but she's slid off the road and into the ditch with The Power of the Dog. Even if I watched the balance of the film and found it to me good, it would be forever marred by the rest. This film borrows from Paul Thomas Anderson's, "There Will be Blood," but does little else. And that's just the first quarter of the film. It might have been entitled, "The Power of the Feminist Solidarity Movement." Campion won the high prize for this shit. John Campion would not have been nominated. Pure F
Sunday, January 9, 2022
Fucked Up - "Paper The House"
Curtain comes down, confession begins, not all of them made it, so I'm glad some of them stayed until the end. To see a self rightous young man turn parody. But nothing is more uplifting than finally admitting you were living a lie. Tears down my face again as I place my head in my hands. Darkness comes and it consumes, all my past dread is exhumed. Breakdown in short succession interrupt the bouts of depression, Fables and methods for coping effective as protest unspoken. Praise gone. Money spent. Just a kid wondering where his dad went. Old man life spent. Carved a legacy never made a dent. Thirty three was so complex, screamed the signed from the crucifix. Well, it was me down on bended knees, praying to a god in whom I don't believe
Saturday, January 8, 2022
David Bowie - The Hearts Filthy Lesson (Official Music Video) Directed Brilliantly by Samuel Bayer
Samuel Bayer, who also directed Nirvana's, "Smells Like Teen Spirit," deserves an Academy Award for this.
Appalachian American Ennui: DAVID BOWIE - THE HEART'S FILTHY LESSON - LIVE LOR...
Appalachian American Ennui: DAVID BOWIE - THE HEART'S FILTHY LESSON - LIVE LOR...: From time to time, and always inexplicably, I break out in a chronic condition called David Bowie. But it's more than that. I has to...
Thursday, January 6, 2022
Wednesday, January 5, 2022
Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield; Hall & Oates - Maneater
The bass in these two songs is right on the money.
Sunday, January 2, 2022
rare footage of 1950s housewife in LSD experiment
"I'm not me." "I wish I could talk in technicolor."
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Great cover of Walking on the Moon, by one of my favorite bands, the Police. This is a great song about falling in love.
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NPR did a piece called "This I Believe" a few years back. Listeners were invited to recite their core beliefs about anything...
