Quotable Roy:
This is the whole culture war in a nutshell: free marketers outraged that the market has rewarded something they don’t like, and practicing to be commissars in the totalitarian states of their minds.
Yeah, reminds me of all the outrage from the family values set at the prevalence of sex and violence in our culture. It is a righteous and panicked anger, yet one totally lacking in self-awareness at the fact that the cult-of-greed capitalism - the sacrosanct ”market” that they defend tooth and nail - has long ago realized that sex and violence sell.
And selling being the only variable that counts, and money made the only measure of a man, so it is that every product is marketed with a prurient innuendo. Also, lots of explosions.
But fear not oh ye faithful, our lord and savior Jesus the market will solve this conundrum on its own. As it always does.
October 7, 2009 at 3:55 pm
Mitt Romney, Marriott Board of Directors, Marriott stock holder and Marriott campaign contribution receiver. Marriott Hotels, where you can pay to watch Young as They Come in the privacy of your own room.
Mitt Romney, culture warrior par excellence!
October 7, 2009 at 4:05 pm
Yep, they’re shocked at all this. Good thing Newt gave that “Entrepreneur of the Year” award to the porno producer!
October 7, 2009 at 7:39 pm
“money made the only measure of a man”
Tax deductible penis enlargements for gigolos: where the rubber meets the rod.
October 8, 2009 at 4:11 am
There comes a time when every man realizes the invisible hand of the marketplace is wearing a latex glove…
October 8, 2009 at 3:37 pm
“…now with real glycerin vibrafoam!”
October 8, 2009 at 5:02 pm
If you push it hard enough, it will fall over.
October 9, 2009 at 2:28 pm
I prefer to have it blown down. Knock me up with a feather…
October 8, 2009 at 8:28 am
The man who created this is unaware that recovering Marxists have tatooed the inside of his brain.
October 8, 2009 at 11:11 am
That painting is too awesome. After you’ve checked out the original, don’t miss the much improved snarky version:
http://www.shortpacked.com/McNaughton%20Fine%20Art.htm
October 8, 2009 at 11:56 am
Awesome.
October 19, 2009 at 7:02 pm
Very strange people in conservative focus groups:
October 8, 2009 at 3:56 pm
October 8, 2009 at 6:26 pm
John Q. Adams has glowy devil horns
October 9, 2009 at 1:50 am
When I read this post, an image immediately jumped into my head: the scene in Fritz Lang’s metropolis where the Machine as Moloch dominates industry and the workers.
Only it was the Market as Moloch, the ancient god to whom the Phoenicians sacrificed a child now and then.
October 9, 2009 at 7:29 am
The Editors has won the Nobel Prize for Graphic Literature!!!111!
October 9, 2009 at 5:10 pm
Being struck by another fit of irrational optimism, I would like to make a prediction: Regardless of the outcome of heath-care reform, the election of 2010 will shock the superciliati (my new favorite not-yet-a-word, by the way) by stomping the GOP even further into the ground.
October 10, 2009 at 5:53 am
“superciliati”
word, dude, word.
It’s right up there with ‘obnoxymoron’.
October 9, 2009 at 5:18 pm
Friday night confession: I want to have Neko Case’s baby.
October 9, 2009 at 5:27 pm
“I’m a huge fan of Harry Nillson, and he wrote this really beautiful song called Don’t Forget Me. It is a really sad song, but then there’s just a couple of lines in it that are kind of funny. And that’s where he pulls the Ray Davies on you…“
October 10, 2009 at 11:45 am
What the world needs, of course, are Aung San Suu Kyi financial stocks and derivatives.
Then we can ask questions like these: What’s the stock market value of Iran protesters compared to that of Aung San Suu Kyi? Are jailed Cuban dissidents more competitive in the economic market than Afghan voters?
That’ll be laissez-faire capitalism at its finest.
– bi
October 11, 2009 at 10:48 am
I really really like today (10-11)’s Informed Comment article on Obama & the Nobel herfluffle:
http://www.juancole.com/
October 11, 2009 at 10:49 am
Oops. It’s the 10-10 article I refer to.
October 11, 2009 at 11:14 pm
You can’t regulate the economy correctly with the current campaign finance system.
October 12, 2009 at 6:00 am
In other bogonews…
It’s the free market, stupid! And, it’s the environment, stupid! And, it’s the poor people, stupid!
– bi
October 12, 2009 at 11:41 am
Oh the stupidity!
October 13, 2009 at 5:02 am
We’re not alone:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091013/ap_on_re_as/as_pakistan
We’re goin live!
October 13, 2009 at 5:59 pm
A little Shuggie to cool your bootie while you’re waiting.
October 14, 2009 at 7:34 am
You can bet your last money, it’s all gonna be stone gas, honey.
October 14, 2009 at 9:55 am
Shuggie! Impressively denimed bruthas proto-voguing! Anuthah bruthah kung-fu dancing! Pert near everyone pedally height-enhanced!
And they all’s dressed like they’s auditioning for That 70s Show!
Man, up here on Mars, we just LOVE The Terra Channel.
Shuggie does a mean Albert Collins meets Eric Clapton.
October 14, 2009 at 7:32 am
In memory of Dickie Peterson. (Of which I have little.)
October 14, 2009 at 8:06 am
I’ve always loved that video. The drummer’s hair is just too cool.
October 14, 2009 at 10:00 am
They sucked then, they suck now. They’ll suck for all eternity.
I admire that kind of consistency.
Ditto on the drummer’s hair, peorgie. The Addam’s Family’s cousin It meets The Muppet’s Animal.
I Was A Teenage Hairpiece is a vastly underrated movie.
October 14, 2009 at 10:21 am
The Addam’s Family’s cousin It meets The Muppets’ Animal.
I knew he reminded me of something! You nailed it.
October 14, 2009 at 10:24 am
Hey, it’s me that made the hair comment, and I won a Halloween costume contest in 68 dressed as Cousin It, so there. I actually caught fire when I unwittingly walked through a smoldering pile of leaves in a dark alley while we were trick or treating. Friend had to stomp it out.
If only I’d played drums, too. Flaming Cousin It on drums, that would be the best.
Besides, in the article Peorgie linked to, Dickie himself said in a recent interview that their music was simple. I don’t think they had any pretentions that they were putting out high art. Sometimes you gotta cut loose and just have some stupid fun.
October 14, 2009 at 2:52 pm
Oh, they’re having fun, but I ain’t. Musically speaking, both as reclining listener and shake your groove thang-wise.
It’s OK that they suck. They suck totally cool. Just because you’re no good doesn’t mean you’re no good, gnowuddahmeen?
October 14, 2009 at 10:05 am
Never saw that video before. When I first discovered rock and stopped listening to the CBS radio network (Lucille Ball and Ann Landers had programs I thought would make me seem sophisticated at 13), ‘Summertime Blues’, “Hello, I Love You’ and ‘Somebody to Love’ were among the first songs to get me interested.
October 14, 2009 at 6:07 pm
There was a period of a few weeks when I could not hear The Who’s live version of Summertime Blues enough.
October 14, 2009 at 7:07 pm
I recently bought the CD of Live at Leeds, with the more or less full playset.
For a couple of years, that band was the noise and the world was a cellar full of it.
They taught me who Mose Alison is, not to mention Johnny Kidd & the Pirates.
October 14, 2009 at 3:59 pm
1968.
Reminds me of Church Camp.
Everyone else was all ‘Humpty back camels and long neck geese”,
but Phil & I were ‘all Art, all the time.’
.
October 14, 2009 at 4:47 pm
Oh yeah…
October 14, 2009 at 4:52 pm
God damn, that’s good.
October 14, 2009 at 5:10 pm
Yeah, that’s damn good. I remember hearing that on WGLD in Chicago circa ’70/’71 when it was an ‘underground rock’ station. Around the time when Columbia records did a market campaign with the motto: THE MAN CAN’T STOP THE MUSIC
Oh we were a luverly naive bunch, we were. It was wonderful.
October 14, 2009 at 6:01 pm
When my older brother returned from Nam, he got one of these (except it was white). He had a 4-track tape deck in it — yes, 4-track — and he had that Chambers Brothers tape. I remember sitting in that car, in unbearable Georgia heat, listening to that tape and one by the Young Rascals. Good times.
October 14, 2009 at 6:41 pm
What part of Georgia?
October 14, 2009 at 6:45 pm
Due east of Atlanta and south of Athens.
October 14, 2009 at 7:05 pm
I spent many months at a stretch in my unc’s farm in Dewey Rose, about 7 miles outside of Elberton.
Circa 1977-1980.
Major education in white trashdom.
October 14, 2009 at 7:42 pm
Elberton, the granite capitol of the world!
October 14, 2009 at 7:50 pm
I rendered a human being unconscious for the first time in Elberton.
1st nights in jail for:
public inebriation
public urination
Fell out of backseat of vintage early 50s convertible onto street 1st (and only) time.
Stared a knife in the face. (see unconscious human incident above)
And we used to dive ridiculously high distances into the very very deep water of abandoned granite mines.
Had I know, I might have caught early B-52s making return to home concert stops.
A glorious shithole, Elberton.
October 14, 2009 at 7:52 pm
I rendered a human being unconscious for the first time in Elberton.
1st nights in jail for:
public inebriation
public urination
Fell out of backseat of vintage early 50s convertible onto street 1st (and only) time.
Stared a knife in the face. (see unconscious human incident above)
And we used to dive ridiculously high distances into the very very deep water of abandoned granite mines.
Had I known, I might have caught early B-52s making return to home concert stops.
A glorious shithole, Elberton.
October 14, 2009 at 5:28 pm
“I actually caught fire when I unwittingly walked through a smoldering pile of leaves in a dark alley while we were trick or treating. Friend had to stomp it out.”
*sigh*
I remember the smell of burning leaves in autumn.
October 17, 2009 at 1:20 pm
Burning hair leaves a memory, too.
It’s quick way to shave.
.
October 14, 2009 at 10:01 am
*ahem* The Muppets’.
Apostrophes (apostrophes’) MATTER.
October 14, 2009 at 12:55 pm
Ho-lee shit. This is better than the conservapedia: http://gop.com
October 14, 2009 at 2:55 pm
It’s like that Up w/ Peoplesque Hillary campaign video of yesteryore.
Y’know, it occurs to me that squares have been squares as as I can remember. Why should they be any different now?
October 14, 2009 at 4:39 pm
I believe it’s time the word “square” came back into vogue.
October 14, 2009 at 4:50 pm
Imagine Theeds horror at his beloved ‘toot becoming a boomer nostalgia zone.
Sure, Airwolf could blow us up in the blink of a commercial break, but there’s no erasing the horror of the memories we’ve shared and aired.
…the horror, the horror…
Only Ben Folds can save us now.
October 14, 2009 at 6:12 pm
Ah, Ben Folds. If only he cared about consistency. But man, when he’s good, he’s damn good.
October 14, 2009 at 5:41 pm
OK, I’m bored. (How’d ya guess?)
I want video footage of a young Greenspan sodomizing an old Ayn Rand. With overdub sex noises by Mr. Geddy and a drum track by Mr. Peart.
October 14, 2009 at 6:06 pm
My new favorite song, since I heard it on my son’s video game Fallout 3 soundtrack.
October 14, 2009 at 6:10 pm
Day-um!
October 14, 2009 at 6:19 pm
Part 2, wherein the women get together to make Pete’s bail so he can chop ‘em some more.
October 14, 2009 at 6:28 pm
oops, pt 2 was in the first post. heh.
October 14, 2009 at 6:25 pm
Our parents were right: race music is depraved and degenerate. Just listening to it’ll conk your hair and frizz your nap. Even make yah take up the baritone saxophone.
Be-BOP!
October 14, 2009 at 6:26 pm
Thank God for it.
October 14, 2009 at 6:30 pm
Or bass clarinet…
October 14, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Beware the bass clarinet, my son,
The butt that squawks, the walrus scats,
Beware the thin gray suit and shun
The faux cool hipster cats!
October 14, 2009 at 6:47 pm
But Eric Dolphy (not Clapton) is God.
October 14, 2009 at 7:14 pm
Oh I dig Eric. And that was some awes bass-C playing. But before prog rock claimed the pinnacle title of Pretentious Intensity, the modern jazz crowd were there first.
October 14, 2009 at 7:25 pm
Also cool watching Ming’s fingers on the bass. Like alien serial killers.
October 15, 2009 at 12:08 pm
Speaking of Mose …
October 16, 2009 at 8:26 am
Mose as the Faulkner of Jazz is one of those typecastings that work for me.
Mose brings out the hound dog in me. Makes me want to howl low and blue, and gets my rear leg twitching in that ‘my ear don’t itch but I gots to scratch it anyway’ can’t stop mode.
October 16, 2009 at 8:37 am
“…if you must keep talking, please try and make it rhyme…”
An entire new quasi-music industry was born in them thar words.
October 16, 2009 at 8:57 am
Had the privilege of seeing Mose in an Athens bar ca. 1980. I remember him being quite stern with those who talked while he way playing.
October 16, 2009 at 8:58 am
… was playing.
October 23, 2009 at 7:41 pm
way, dude, way.
October 16, 2009 at 8:41 am
YouTube lacks a Mose version of this Mose tune, but offers it in a bit of 60s Brit musical archeology:
October 16, 2009 at 8:59 am
Another thing YouTube lacks, sadly, is a decent Long John Baldry video.
October 16, 2009 at 11:56 am
Don’t try and lay no boojee woojee on me, suh!
October 16, 2009 at 11:58 am
Nuclear anihilation had devastated all but two members of the human race. Kenmeer and peorgie, safe in their ‘toot bunker insulated by 20-some years of indulgent has been-ism, had survival.no clue.
Their ignorance was both bliss and
October 16, 2009 at 12:00 pm
“Their ignorance was both bliss and”
..and survival. Stupid hotkeys bounce my text around. Must be those annoying earth tremors that keep distractingly whumping during the downloads…
October 16, 2009 at 12:08 pm
A knocking at their portal, then grand laughter.
A third survivor.
October 16, 2009 at 4:15 pm
Where is Kléber?
October 16, 2009 at 7:19 pm
Chilling.
October 17, 2009 at 2:47 pm
Like Cool Whip? Or like news that You’ve unknowingly lived next door to a serial killer for years?
October 16, 2009 at 12:27 pm
This truly is an unlikely little corner of the internet.
October 16, 2009 at 3:03 pm
As far as I’m concerned, unlikely little corners are for what the Internet was created.
October 16, 2009 at 3:08 pm
Borges described how some ancient relics still existed so long as some wayfarer or sparrow still sought their shelter, then vanished once no one visited them anymore.
Clever blokes say he was talking about quantum determinacy. I like to think he was describing memory.
We form, peorgie and I, one hand high-fiveing.
October 16, 2009 at 4:09 pm
Any man left on the Rio Grande is the king of the world as far as I know.
October 16, 2009 at 5:18 pm
If I was in the mood to celebrate the end of the world this would be a perfect moment, since I found the toot via mention in William Gibson’s blog, and Gib is practically an honorary member of the Dan. Gotta fez, I bet.
I never heard this Dan tune. (I am curiously ignorant of their complete ouvre.) WHile in some respects it’s a tad tawdry compared to what they can do when they’re full on, this tune seems to nail the nerve they reserved as their own: dark, bleak, incongruously aesthetic, all that Nabokov and Burroughs and Pynchon and Prokofiev and bop and (I’ve always wanted to use the following trope but didn’t realize it until now) shopworn Bartok blended in with stuff that sounded way cool in 1973 and now still radiates a beautiful decay despite its resemblance in some aspects to porn background music, which I suppose is an assessment that, if Walter of Donald should read this, they would agree with as they realized that that was exactly what they’d subconsciously intended (or at least expected) all along.
The End of the World seemed so near back then, a prime tourist spot until the hordes discovered it and made Mad Max meat those exquisitely unfurnished bunkers and south Pacific atolls whose fish remained the world’s only untainted food source until 1983 when Michael Jackson descended from the heavens.
I really should be working on that novel, you know? But the last bit of tolerably warm fall evening is at hand and I just smoked the literally last wisp of fine sativa I grew to give away to some who truly need their medicinal marijuana as opposed to me who merely enjoy now and then.
October 16, 2009 at 5:01 pm
It was sad yet exhilarating how they unwittingly processed the cumulative expression of human culture via YouTube downloads miraculously still accessible because the Internet was designed to withstand all-out nuclear attack.
October 16, 2009 at 5:32 pm
Holy Shit, Red Men! What I thought was just resinated ash was the badly carbonized toupee of a happily herbal nugget!
WE’RE GOIN LIVE!!!
October 16, 2009 at 5:37 pm
Now this is really beginning to get strange. I was think about posting this very thing a couple of hours ago.
October 16, 2009 at 5:54 pm
I originally wanted to post the mobile orthogonal graphics version of that tune but couldn’t find it. I decide I like this one better.
It hit the strange horizon for me when you said ‘E of lanta of Athens’.
Nothing like living across the river/state line from Calhoun Falls, S.C.
From such vantage, not just one’s window faces the south. The South is an inescapable hologram.
Calhoun Falls sold liquor; Elberton was a beer&wine only town. Plus the best dope at the time sold over there.
Better sheriff cooperation, I suppose.
October 16, 2009 at 6:12 pm
“Walter of Donald”
Ha!
October 16, 2009 at 6:26 pm
A foghorn sounded. They were 45 miles from anything remotely like navigable deep water:
October 16, 2009 at 7:02 pm
Wherein the concepts of square and cool meet frankly:
October 16, 2009 at 7:07 pm
I AM teh Kleber!
Wherein Ben channels his inner Pete Townsend?
October 17, 2009 at 3:40 pm
Pete Townsend?
October 17, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Pete in his soulful balladeer mode. But hey, I was high when I wrote that.
October 17, 2009 at 11:52 am
The mystery is solved:
Where The Editors Are
October 19, 2009 at 12:32 pm
I turn the light off but then I have to shut the door. How can I be sure it stays off?
Last One Out wants to know…
October 19, 2009 at 2:20 pm
October 19, 2009 at 4:52 pm
Buddy Holly’s ghost…
October 20, 2009 at 12:50 pm
A useful resource tool
http://www.dickipedia.org/dick.php?title=Main_Page
October 20, 2009 at 5:26 pm
What, no Geddy Lee?
October 20, 2009 at 4:39 pm
Yeah! Axl Rose! Wadda dick!
October 21, 2009 at 8:45 am
Congratulate me! After being tolerated for too long at my resident forum of choice (Orson Scott Card’s Ornery American; go ahead and laugh), I have once again been banned for calling dickheads dickheads.
It’s been awhile. They were slacking or something. But at last they have remembered that what is most important in internet incivility is not whether your statements accurately reflect what is at hand, but that you ‘be nice’.
I am not, apparently, nice.
I notice the glaring absence of my name in dickipedia’s hall of shame.
October 21, 2009 at 10:55 am
Nice work, you dick. :P
I’m at peace these days since I enrolled this semester at the nearby university to finish off a degree I should’ve finished decades ago. I’m down to a needing only a few electives, and I’m currently in “Rock History in the 70s & 80s.” The next exam covers jazz fusion among other things, so I’m doing my homework right now by listening to Miles, Mahavishnu Orch, Weather Report, etc. Hard work! Cracks me up that I’m getting college credit for this.
October 21, 2009 at 2:32 pm
I would love to hear the exam.
Teacher: Dude, who played bass in the 1978 Seawind lineup?
Grandlaff: You no tlick me, sensei! 1978 Seawind was bassless! Used synth for bottom line!
October 21, 2009 at 4:46 pm
Reminds me of my final college term. I lacked only a single course to graduate — an elective! So I took Jazz History during summer quarter. What a glorious summer that was. Jazz, volleyball, and strawberry daiquiris. Good times.
October 21, 2009 at 5:38 pm
“What a glorious summer that was. Jazz, volleyball, and strawberry daiquiris.”
Not only is this the storyline of my Yacht Rock Concept Album it’s the most important thing ever written by man ever. It’s the money shot, and it made all these long winding comments section subscriptions worth it. Put that on your masthead interwebs!
October 22, 2009 at 9:57 am
Now that you mention it, it’s quite possible that some Doobie Brothers with Michael MacDonald was occasionally played.
October 21, 2009 at 9:53 am
Now boys, fightin’s outta style.
And you all need some of this jumpin jive.
Or not.
October 21, 2009 at 11:20 am
Then again none of you are worthy
http://video.google.com/videosearch?hl=en&q=International+House,+W.C.+Fields,+youtube&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=l0zfSvOWE5GgMNDZue0N&sa=X&oi=video_result_group&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CBMQqwQwAA#
Awww it’s a pussy.
October 21, 2009 at 6:55 pm
Best part of this is the “High Quality” after “Reefer Man”.
October 21, 2009 at 7:42 pm
The archetype, not topically but compositionally:
October 21, 2009 at 11:22 am
Screw that last one — here’s the real deal
October 21, 2009 at 6:54 pm
Ah, Jonah, my fuzzy little wishwash… my little scanty panty… Shanghai is the Kansas city of your liberal fascism, my little peach tree… why you *are* sitting on something. I believe it’s whatever passes for your ability to think. Never mind, my little punch-the-clown airbag: I’m sure there’s more where that came from.
October 21, 2009 at 7:05 pm
Tonight’s lecture involved teach telling us how hard it is to do artificial harmonics on bass, but how Jaco could not only do them with ease, but also play a fucking melody with them. Then he played this track at extreme volume.
October 21, 2009 at 7:30 pm
The only, I repeat only large venue rock concert I’ve attended was Weather Report circa ’78. I distinctly remember Zawinul coming back from behind the curtains after their halftime break, mustache still white, still snorting powder down the back of his throat… then they played this tune.
After a rough opening patch, things locked in and all was truly swell…
October 21, 2009 at 7:25 pm
We read about borg porn, we marvel at its concept, but we never get to *see* it. Research is futile.
October 21, 2009 at 7:48 pm
Absolute fave Meeting of the Mentors Moment:
October 21, 2009 at 8:52 pm
Why cats dance
October 22, 2009 at 6:39 pm
Because fall is full and there are no waves in Spokane:
October 23, 2009 at 7:52 am
Oh yeah?
October 23, 2009 at 6:14 pm
Oh yeahhh:
October 22, 2009 at 7:05 pm
Jonah’s Secret Weapon
October 22, 2009 at 7:17 pm
Duck Sauce and I are happy that we are making progress on health access reform.
October 22, 2009 at 9:35 pm
They healed me!
October 22, 2009 at 9:37 pm
Who/what is that giant man in the white lab coat who keeps coming by and writing notes on a clipboard? And why does he keep giving us these yummy cocaine/chocolate pellets whenever we post?
October 23, 2009 at 8:28 am
I want a white lab coat, or at least a lousy t-shirt, that says I SURVIVED THE ’09 POSTING FAMINE.
With a line graph on the back that shows the sudden precipitous dive, the pitiful downward spike in which we currently and nonetheless continue to make fools of ourselves in the manner to which we’ve become accosted…
October 24, 2009 at 11:25 am
“If it wasn’t for curv3ball, we wouldn’t have no balls at all…”
October 24, 2009 at 3:29 pm
[!RimShot!]
October 23, 2009 at 8:30 am
*ahem* I SURVIVED THE POOR MAN ’09 POSTING FAMINE.
October 23, 2009 at 6:25 pm
Were this ratfucking, it would be some pretty awesome ratfucking.
http://mediamatters.org/blog/200910230018
October 23, 2009 at 7:17 pm
John Birch Society titles I’d like to see:
None Dare Call It Rat-Fucking
October 23, 2009 at 8:42 pm
Yeah! The original ass-rockin’ studio version! Woo-HEE!
That’s Bobby McFerrin doing the vocals.
Total bootie heater.
October 23, 2009 at 8:51 pm
Wherein Jaco and the drummer, Acuna, own just about everything w2orth owning musically:
October 24, 2009 at 4:40 pm
Some say Jaco’s playing on Havona is the awesomest awesome ever.
I have other favorites, such as most of Bright Size Life, Pat Metheny’s debut (I think).
October 24, 2009 at 7:15 pm
BSL was sweet. Nice compositions, fine playing. drumming was a tad sub par, but all in all, a real keeper, that album.
October 24, 2009 at 5:04 pm
Oh damn, I forgot all about Jaco with Joni Mitchell.
October 24, 2009 at 5:06 pm
Only Jaco could get away with those pants.
October 25, 2009 at 7:49 am
From about 1965 until ???, but especially in the 70s, *everyone* aspired to dress horribly.
Even Miles got in on that fad, trying to be Jimi but coming across like Sly during his peak cocaine paranoia phase.
Jaco, bless his solo, was too redneck to understand how stupid he looked, and thereby wore it very well.
October 25, 2009 at 12:00 am
“”"”…This is the whole culture war in a nutshell: free marketers outraged that the market has rewarded something they don’t like, and practicing to be commissars in the totalitarian states of their minds…”"”"
I forgot what you were talking about… Oh, I guess I didn’t… After all your self-congratualtory(sp) patting yourselves on the back…
Curvy, you are seriously retarded aren’t you? I don’t mean to be cruel; but you do know that all the physical drawbacks and lifeshortening things that come with your condition (god bless marty robbins and his dang ol’ twenty one years…) don’t endow you with an inversely proportional wit or intellect?
First off, you misspeeld ‘marketeers,’ which is forgivable. I forgive you, perhaps by yor mispulling of the word you indicated your inability to understand the word, and the logical fallacy of the quote…
A ‘true’ free marketer (to use your spelling on your blog) wouldn’t be outraged in the reward of a result that they ‘…didn’t like…’
Just as a ‘true’ republican wouldn’t be outraged that the state we live in today doesn’t live up to Socrates’ or Plato’s (I’m sure you can correct me there) idea, vision, or HOPE…
Philosophy*(didn’t study it, seemed to be a waste of time an future money…)* isn’t my strong point. Anyhow, how does this all work, and I stress the word work (in the Newtownian sense)?
Or is it just mouth diarehha(sp) and congrats all around? Is it type-pad dia(whatever?) I’m on facebook, look me up!
I can always count on you for a laugh Curvy.
Meat me on the corner for a bit o’ blow…
Powder or meat. Me or you?
We’re all retreadsm, right?
October 25, 2009 at 12:13 am
I’m sorry, didn’t mean to offend you man…
Seriously, have bridge I want to sell you…
October 25, 2009 at 12:14 am
retard
October 25, 2009 at 12:14 am
rertarddeddeddd curv
October 25, 2009 at 12:15 am
brainlicker no physical wympyrism
edit your legitmate
October 25, 2009 at 12:16 am
You suck better than your robot does
October 25, 2009 at 12:17 am
Seriously haven’t nutted the same since I did in your wonderful mouth or hand that types curve. Lez getoghthr.. fr rlz
October 25, 2009 at 12:18 am
eyah, like that, wow. I’ll vote bwaney fwank too… kisses and SERIOUS GWAVY!
October 25, 2009 at 12:19 am
i MENt seWious gWavy… man, can’t get enough…
October 25, 2009 at 12:21 am
and anwother thing… yoweh wetweated..
Sew-we-yus-wee, d’woo you have a job yet?
Or is that wet?
Nwot youwah, fawalt.
hehe
October 25, 2009 at 12:22 am
i’M SO MEAN. i TRY NOT TO BE. SORRY, BUT REALLY (WEALLY) HOW’S THE JOB SEARCH GOWING?
October 25, 2009 at 12:25 am
Wow’s the bwog gwoin’? Yow so insightfuw. I wuv it.
October 25, 2009 at 12:25 am
FWUCK WOO?
October 25, 2009 at 12:27 am
EYE WUV MASSACHEWUTS SEW MWUCH THAT i WEPWESENT YWOU. WOTE FWOR MWE! EYE’WLL GWIVE YOU A HWOUSE! THWOSE DUMB MWIDWESTWERNERS WWILL PAY FWOR IT(W)!
October 25, 2009 at 12:28 am
blah
October 25, 2009 at 12:29 am
bitty
October 25, 2009 at 12:31 am
bwah
October 25, 2009 at 7:41 am
Apparently, curv3ball once declined someone’s invitation to spend the night in a hot tub, or gave them a C- on a paper they felt deserved A+, or declined to help them get a job where he worked.
Or maybe some inside jokes are too internal for me to want to know…
October 25, 2009 at 8:04 am
doofus is a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma.
October 25, 2009 at 8:06 am
The shooters don’t even know! Don’t you get it?
October 25, 2009 at 10:04 am
How come it’s always an enigma and never an old rusty inner tube (which itself presents a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside, oh I don’t know — Trojan spandex)?
The shooters don’t know their condoms are purposely riddled with mysteriously enematic holes?
October 25, 2009 at 10:03 am
Behold: these blokes are worse than us
They are The Impunity Punners
October 26, 2009 at 4:55 am
Doofus, some manly man music to please your inner homophobe.
October 26, 2009 at 7:40 am
(psst…I’m being ironic. yes, the visuals are juvenile voyeurism, but the music is the dread JAZZ FUSION…Phil Collins’ 70s side project.)
October 27, 2009 at 1:34 pm
Woohoo! Titties! Wait a minute…THAT AIN’T ROCK AND ROLL!!!!
October 26, 2009 at 1:06 pm
When cats cooled the universe:
October 27, 2009 at 5:46 am
October 27, 2009 at 11:17 am
That cat reminds me a bit of Monk.
October 27, 2009 at 1:06 pm
Only with better groomed whiskers… Debussy’s daughter said to Alfred Cortot, after Cortot played one of her father’s pieces, (paraphrase alert), “Oh, you play it better than Daddy, alright, but Daddy listened more.”
That’s Monk in an acorn’s tonsure. Or do you say nutshell?
October 27, 2009 at 8:43 am
curv3ball and Theeds watched in horror as the lab animals waged Cool Kitty Vid war. The price of playing God was too obscene to accept, so they declined wholesale euthanasia and just pretended nothing was wrong. They were, after all, more or less democrats.
October 27, 2009 at 10:53 am
This bounteous dish, which our great Charles and our great God have in more or less equal measure set before us, sets my teeth permanently on edge.
October 27, 2009 at 12:49 pm
Antiquities under glass have their charm, but what made audiences strain to listen to eloquent speeches few if any mortals ever could make in spontaneity, and to suspend their disbelief therein, does not serve so well resurrected and preserved in celluloid strips of pixel flow.
Methinks that when digimedia is powerful enough to endow graphic novels with video panels that use the excuse of overtaxed technology to limit themselves to blessed brevity, while likewise use that same tech to provide extended text, both printed and spoken, allowing one to gauge somewhat how much video is mixed with spoken and printed word, we will then see The New Novel as it fits in the 21st century.
Now that I’ll be a customer, being an old page-turner retro-recluse…
October 27, 2009 at 1:03 pm
NOT that I’ll be a customer…
October 27, 2009 at 11:37 am
One for Grandlaff.
October 27, 2009 at 12:26 pm
Way cool. The prof touching on these guys has spurred me to fill in the gaps in my record collection re Stanley.
October 27, 2009 at 1:01 pm
The Golden Age of Sci-Fi is (insert age one first was entranced by space opera/cyberpunk/teleporting warlocks).
The Golden Age of Rock’n'Roll (apply similar formula).
The Golden Age of Jazz Fusion? When the culture and oneself were both young enough to still be impressed by severe technical chops combined with an absence of onstage theatrics and expanded harmonic theory dressed to acrobatically kill.
Pop music, from Bach/Beethoven through Beatles/Britney to Parker/Zawinul and all other associated flavors, is partly spectator sport.
One wonders what manner of audience attends an Air Guitar Competition. A deft mixture of the clueless and the totally ironic.
October 27, 2009 at 2:47 pm
I love seeing Bill Conners wearing that NCSU shirt, being an NCSU alum myself.
October 27, 2009 at 3:46 pm
I was mad at Chick for years over the Scientology thing. But now I’m too old to hold that grudge.
October 27, 2009 at 7:21 pm
I’d forgotten about the scientology thing. Chick’a a truly amazing pianist in any genre, but not a real clear dinkum thinkum, I suspect.
I suspect that’s what the 7th Galaxy title is about?
October 27, 2009 at 1:03 pm
“combined with an absence of onstage theatrics and expanded harmonic theory”
Bad syntax. The expanded harmonic theory is decidedly NOT absent.
October 27, 2009 at 1:09 pm
It’s dead Jim.
Just a bunch of smarties in a chat room.
Too bad.
October 27, 2009 at 1:34 pm
I’m not smart. Take that back.
October 27, 2009 at 2:07 pm
Point made.
October 27, 2009 at 2:55 pm
I dunno. This seems kinda appropriate.
Note tears in eyes are real.
Hab’ mir’s gelobt ihn zu lieben in den richtigen Weis….
http://www.stumbleupon.com/s/#2BGct9/www.youtube.com/watch?v=wp94vrI_-oY/
October 27, 2009 at 7:14 pm
That’s just a buncha dead guys in a smart room to *you*, Bones.
October 28, 2009 at 8:26 am
This is a better acted version even if it doesn;t sound as good. Also more obviously lesbo. Just sayin’.
October 28, 2009 at 12:52 pm
(SNL skit voice): More lesbo!
October 28, 2009 at 1:12 pm
Funny how the modern productions don’t usually have Octavian as a woman in man’s dress, but actually a woman dressing butch. There’s a big difference.
Here it stays ‘trad’ in that sense, but there’s more girl-on-girl action, and Octavian’s ‘do’ is positively ‘hot’, if you like that kinda thang.
October 28, 2009 at 3:09 pm
Girl-on-girl never got me off. I’m messed-up that way, I guess.
But the concept of Straussian porn has all kinds of kink potential, yes?
October 28, 2009 at 8:47 am
Wow, Norman Lear might possibly have read the toot!
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/norman-lear/ibackpfeifengesichti-lieb_b_336738.html
Remember that one? Ahh those were the days.
October 28, 2009 at 3:11 pm
I’ve heard that before they made this into a museum it was a hoppin’ live venue for politically-driven sardonica, and Theeds played a mean bass clarinet and that curv3ball guy did the world’s *best* Keifer Sutherland impression.
October 28, 2009 at 6:07 pm
Awesome indeed.
October 28, 2009 at 6:08 pm
You people are determined to drive this thing to 200, aren’t you. Stop it!
October 28, 2009 at 6:18 pm
We Want E-Z! We Want E-Z!
October 28, 2009 at 7:31 pm
200 is for sissies. We’re going to see if this thing is Y-2K compliant!
True story: December 1999. Post office has this spiffy digital millennial countdown clock with tenths and hundredths of seconds zipping around like good LSD.
Joking, I ask the postal dude: “Is that thing Y2K compliant?”
He thinks a minute, then say, “You know, I don’t know.”
October 28, 2009 at 7:45 pm
“You know, I don’t know.”
Your moment of Zen.
October 28, 2009 at 7:46 pm
October 28, 2009 at 7:47 pm
A highly appropriate reprise for #200:
October 29, 2009 at 8:11 am
Y2C!
October 29, 2009 at 11:32 am
OK, now THIS is something Nina Hagen would sooo be better at.
Also, John Crosby at Santa Fe used to stage this like totally orgasmically. Dunno why there’s no youtubes of THAT. Oscar Wilde text dontcha know.
And he directed it at least 7 different years. Anyhoo here’s some robust Finnish chick:
October 29, 2009 at 12:50 pm
“robust Finnish chick”
Looks like something belongs on a menu, or in goose-stepping phalanxes.
Try saying it fast three times. Like saying Haily Marys with a nun’s nipple in your mouth.
October 29, 2009 at 1:40 pm
Is that anything like saying “goose stepping phalanxes” with Haile Berry’s nipple in your mouth?
October 29, 2009 at 2:44 pm
To the objective observer, almost identical, assuming the nun and Ms. Berry are both nekkid.
October 29, 2009 at 11:38 am
Screw that youtube, here’s the real deal
October 29, 2009 at 2:48 pm
Salome, just another poor girl getting ahead…
October 30, 2009 at 6:43 am
See it works better when Salome is kinda skinny and with long dark hair, in fact a Jewish-looking or half-Arab/Greekish whatever soprano is best. And when Crosby staged it, Salome is always holding the platter next to her body and occasionally gazing in the eyes or kissing it, but by the end prop ‘blood’ is seen to have run out of the ‘head’ — staining the crotch of her dress red. She holds the head and platter close to her crotch (especially after the ‘mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death’) as she crumples up after some kind of ecstatic release, then after the command is given, soldiers rush in, press her down with their shields, and stab her all in unison. Much cooler.
October 30, 2009 at 8:55 am
dagger bukkake!
October 29, 2009 at 2:46 pm
BTW, the opera vids support the impression I get from secondharmonic’s moniker, er, karmoniker.
And gawd, the bald fat guy in the Paris 2003 Salome is Halloween fer shure.
October 30, 2009 at 6:48 am
Since cultchyah has taken to lifting its lonely elitist leg around here:
2ndharm: I never took to opera much. It’s an art form that easily succumbs to excess and maudlinism. Rather like the next gen will look at today’s video games, which also present over-the-topness as their core virtue.
But this is some way cool shit you be sharing. And Strauss, whom I’ve often felt received more press than he deserved, really shines in his operatic mode.
Please suh, I want moah. A top ten should get us to 250, and after a quarter century of meandering posts in an empty institute, the future surely lies bright ahead.
October 30, 2009 at 7:16 am
I luvs me some Bartok. Although he too gets a way lot of cred from music school types; in a sense he was part of the wave of: “You MUST take this Music Seriously even if it is not pleasant to hear — it is IMPORTANT, DAMBIT!” which was the fashion in all the arts of the twentieth century. Eventually even popular music went the same route (i.e. ‘art rock’ and ‘new wave’, heck, ‘fusion’ for that matter).
Anyhow, on a lighter note, here is my choice for number 1 cover of a song which inexplicably got more play than the original version:
October 30, 2009 at 7:19 am
limyfyierlimyfyerlimyfyer, se dice limyfier…
October 30, 2009 at 8:49 am
I think Jose earned that owning of LMF. Jose was about the music and the song and the performance. The Doors as led by Jim were mostly a form of performance art, a commentary on the bread’n'circuses of modern media.
As for serious 20th century music: dah. Funny, though, I heard Bartok from his fun side. What others heard as lugubrious evocation of 20th century Europe’s first half, I just heard as, um, Fundamental Earth Music.
The 3rd movement to his poster-work, Concerto for orchestra, that some heard as a dirge, I heard as euroforest swamp music, fall weather with ducks overhead and leaves molding in the muck. What used to be my favorite tramping weather until I grew old and kinda infirm.
I suppose it deserves a listen:
October 30, 2009 at 1:37 pm
I don’t think the music all that creepy either. If anything one or another string quartet maybe.
Not this.
October 30, 2009 at 9:00 am
I think John Mclaughlin saw this guy and decided he needed to match those hard-picked staccato runs. Took him awhile but I think he got the hang of it a few years later.
October 30, 2009 at 9:02 am
Jose, that is, not Bartok. Although Bartok’s painism was, for my money, among the very best of the 20th century for that combo of barrelhouse and finesse.
October 30, 2009 at 10:57 am
pIanism. Bartok’s painism was like that of his contemporary prodigy, Dinu Lipatti: leukemia.
October 30, 2009 at 8:54 am
This would definitely be one of my desert isle picks:
October 30, 2009 at 11:13 am
You know what I think the eds, let alone Sifu Tweety fish, in the unlikely case he actually exists; curv3ball is OK, though; what they NEED is yet ANOTHER reprise of “Brady”. Cuz sex and death and art and technical skill are all there is to humanity, except for athletic prowess (tho maybe the sex and death and art and skill includes this)
ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ufwukWgKfI
October 30, 2009 at 11:16 am
October 30, 2009 at 4:50 pm
Did somebody say something about white lab coats?
Get hip, y’all!
October 30, 2009 at 6:01 pm
Shit. That’s an abbreviated clip. Here’s the 2 minute version.
October 31, 2009 at 11:43 am
More. It’s swingin’ baby!
November 1, 2009 at 5:21 am
This is the whole cultur war in a nutshell: smart guys in a chat room dueling it out with music videos.
November 1, 2009 at 5:30 am
If it’s *really* classic, it still sounds good:
November 1, 2009 at 5:54 am
I warn’t much of a Stray Cats fan, even though Setzer’s musicianship shone back then too. It was just the cultural posturing and how it fit into the time. (I much preferred Marshall Crenshaw’s forward-looking baroque revivalism, and Marhsal’s guitarism which emphasized complex harmonic background than brilliant leadwork.)
But I pity the fool who cannot love the aging Setzer’s love affair with hollow-body lounge wear as pulled through vintage tube amps (the good stuff starts after an intro minute-and-a-half of hambone):
What I love about Brian is how much he loves to *listen* to the sound of his guitar. In that sense he reminds me of Jeff Beck and Andres Segovia.
November 1, 2009 at 7:19 am
Possibly the most remarkable youtube yet:
November 1, 2009 at 10:13 am
Ah, those ’60s matriculated musical polymaths:
November 1, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Indeed. Jack did some great, largely unnoticed, stuff after the demise of Cream.
He was also part of a superb 80s album by Kip Hanrahan called Vertical’s Currency.
November 1, 2009 at 11:10 pm
Harmony Row was one of four miracle albums I bought with my best friend’s money one early high school sophomore year day:
Family’s Fearless
Fleetwood Mac’s Bare Trees
Pentangle’s Reflections
Jack Bruce’s Harmony Row
scary. I have a picture of me meeting my brother at O’Hare Airport (he was a Mormon missionary coming home from two years in Ireland). I look *just* like Jack Bruce on that Harmony Row album cover, right down to the weird hair and old wool suit coat.
Took me awhile that because a cool rich guy dressed like a bum didn’t mean that dressing like a bum would make you rich.
November 2, 2009 at 7:54 pm
Awesome four. Somehow I never listened to Pentangle. Must make amends.
November 3, 2009 at 4:06 pm
It’s silly that I’m so gratified you concur my esteem of their awesomeness.
November 1, 2009 at 1:24 pm
Ah, here we are!
November 1, 2009 at 1:25 pm
Odd video though.
November 1, 2009 at 11:03 pm
Yeah. I never got into porcelain blowup dolls either. Ask not what sick prosthetics others may fuck: as for me, give me latex or give me sex!
November 2, 2009 at 9:08 am
Sheeyit man, dats Carnevale en Venicia! Yo. Hot dates for everyone.
November 2, 2009 at 10:10 am
See? It pays to stand up for your principles.
November 3, 2009 at 4:10 pm
And now, Music for nerds by Nerds:
Is it good? Is it bad? Is it music? Do I like it?
November 3, 2009 at 4:14 pm
But I know I like this, partly for that inscrutably smartass gypsy express on Django’s face that a mouth-held cigarette and it’s accompanying smokescreen only emphasize.
I wrote a scene today where this old guy dies and his best friend, who finds the body, sits down and plays one of the old guy’s fave records: Monk playing Erik Satie.
If only… but that’s what fiction is for.
November 3, 2009 at 4:15 pm
Oops. Here’s the Django:
November 3, 2009 at 4:25 pm
In which we provide yet another answer to the perennial question: what’s wrong with some people?
November 3, 2009 at 8:12 pm
The size of her breasts is matched only by that of her right thumb.
November 3, 2009 at 10:33 pm
Is that Shakespeare?
November 4, 2009 at 8:43 am
Cocteau
November 4, 2009 at 4:51 pm
Yo KL, have you seen this/these?
November 4, 2009 at 9:45 pm
All 3 them guitar players went crazy. All 3 were beautifully soulful musicians.
My softest spot is for Danny. Really messed-up kid.
They needed to have stayed together a few more years and they would have been OK, I think. You can see how happy Pete is on the Albatross vid. Even Jeremy’s astounded.
November 5, 2009 at 1:14 pm
I was not aware of just how huge they were in Britain back then.
November 5, 2009 at 6:40 pm
I just listened to Green’s The End Of The Game, a nearly incoherent, yet still pretty cool, bunch of jam tracks on which Peter plays through a wah pedal and heavy reverb. Used to groove to it on 8-track in my ’66 Mercury Comet.
November 5, 2009 at 7:24 pm
66 Merc Comet? One extremely ugly-cool car. Mercury had a way with ugly boxy cars back in them days.
My dream vintage rig is a 61 Ford Falcon ranchero style. When I was a bum, my dream was one of them with a homemade camper canopy.
FTL drive optional but hood mounted missile racks a must.
November 5, 2009 at 8:00 pm
Mine was anything but cool. A beige “Caliente.” It had been in an accident at some point and consequently went down the road at angle of approximately 10 degrees.
November 5, 2009 at 10:37 am
Very nice, Peorgie, thanks. Watched the first hour on lunch break, will catch the rest tonight.
This week’s homework goes Jamaican. Remember this one?
November 5, 2009 at 12:54 pm
The background dancers are awesome.
I remember this song, but back then I wouldn’t have known what a Jamaican beat was.
November 5, 2009 at 1:16 pm
Stop it! You’re giving me nostalgic hot flashes! Cute girls in pedal pushers, V-neck sweater, and pageboy flips.
I get Jamaican from her accent. The shuffle syncobeats could, to my ear, as easily be a holdover from Big Band boogie-woogie stylings.
November 5, 2009 at 2:03 pm
I know very little about this stuff, but from what my prof and book tell me, this hit was at the very early stages of ska. Most Americans never heard an authentic Jamaican beat until Desmond Dekker’s 1969 hit “The Israelites.”
The awesome background dancers are explained by that being Finnish tv, 1964.
November 5, 2009 at 6:33 pm
Definitely ska.
November 5, 2009 at 7:20 pm
“Most Americans never heard an authentic Jamaican beat until Desmond Dekker’s 1969 hit “The Israelites.”
Also the 1st pop song commentary on the USA/Israeli lobby nexus?
November 5, 2009 at 1:21 pm
As for vintage mid-60s B&W TV pop music go-go-girls, this one remains my fave:
It also appears to be the first visually recorded instance of guitar-as-gun.
Imagine the prison-striper about 65 years old, voting strictly Republican from ’80 to ’04, and you have the Boomer Promise Brought Low in one sad but once lovely image.
November 5, 2009 at 2:05 pm
Wow, I nearly posted this video way up in this thread. Weird.
November 5, 2009 at 3:00 pm
(Rocky the Flying Squirrel voice):
Again?
Anyway, Hegelian synthesis (did I say that right?) suggests that between opera vids and B&W Hullabaloo shots, someone is compelled to post Jesus Christ Superstar in its entirety.
w/ Russian subtitles.
November 6, 2009 at 9:35 am
Okay, germanic opera, Andrew Lloyd Webber, hmmmm. Sorry, this is the best I can do. It really was an interesting idea, at least costume-wise. Sucky on the execution tho’.
November 6, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Groucho Marx had a dream like this when the embargo on Cuba forced him to smoke Colombian cigars.
November 5, 2009 at 1:26 pm
Further evidence that there’s some truth to the adage ladies love outlaws:
Centuries from now, paleopopologists will uncover fossilized Beatle boot prints
November 6, 2009 at 9:11 am
You can’t get a bar band license in this country unless you can play this. And ‘hungry like a wolf’.
November 6, 2009 at 9:14 am
Oh yeah, and La Bamba. Or at very least two out of three.
November 5, 2009 at 1:31 pm
THis, however, is shared not because it’s cool but because it’s scary:
Del does an uncanny imitation of Supermarionation, which is truly awesome but still not, you know, cool.
November 5, 2009 at 1:34 pm
Eventually, I guess, he acquired enough remainder royalty bonus points to purchase from Paul Schaefer the Geppetto magic spell that let both Paul and del become real live boys:
Will Halloween never leave?
November 5, 2009 at 2:15 pm
Performance is lip synch, but check out those dancers, and toward the end of the song, the most awesome smart-assed ya-ya-ing in recorded history.
November 5, 2009 at 6:32 pm
Wow. Ya ya ya ya yuh ya yuh ya ya!
November 5, 2009 at 7:50 pm
He definitely gets his ya-yas.
November 5, 2009 at 7:35 pm
Mr. Green in perhaps my fave song w/ vocals by him (I love Albatross above ‘em all, fer shure):
November 5, 2009 at 7:38 pm
And then a very talented fella working the same material with the benefit of being able to study the original and work it into a smoother but no less potent version:
Mick’s really happy to play it again, it seems. First heard this in a Greyhound bus station circa 88.
November 5, 2009 at 8:24 pm
A beautiful piece of film:
And the only comment on YouTube that’s ever been worth reading:
Have the cultural anthropolgists and musicologists ever REALLY figured out how a musical motif – and in this case the actual song and original lyrics – originating in the Yazoo river delta plantations 100 years ago wound up being played by a latent psychotic English Jew wearing an Elizabethan outfit in London in 1971?
November 5, 2009 at 8:40 pm
As we see, the synchronistic weirdness between peorgie and continues. I think he and i were separated at birth?
November 5, 2009 at 8:37 pm
Boredom, misplaced ego, and a belief in y’all’s ability to appreciate its skewed relevance prompt me to share the following, a bit of this morning’s draft work on The Bloody Arsed Novel as I waited for my tires to be swapped out winterwise:
Here’s how even the most exhaustively annotated history goes wrong: imagine that distant future archeologists, revivalist seekers of a post-apocalyptic renaissance, find a CD of recordings by mid-century jazz divas. After a bit of forensic code-deciphering, they retrieve the music playback. But, three centuries ago, someone at the factory had selected the wrong artist info and now everyone thinks Ella Fitzgerald is Billie Holliday and Anita O’Day is Betty Carter. A meaningless mistake of itself, since labels are arbitrary: a rose by any other name sweets just as smell, and Billie is still Billie although you call her Ella. (I have own mislabeled CD. Perhaps I’ll time capsule it tomorrow.)
But then anther archeological team unearths a jazz encyclopedia that intricately critiques these artist’s aesthetic and style but lacks discography.The integration of these two stunning finds, catholically agreed to be genuine books in the inarguable bible of this archaic music called jazz, causes listeners to hear heroin, booze and reefer in Ella’s voice and romantic celibacy in Billie.
Not that we need wait centuries to unearth this process. Modern media does this real time, sometimes backwards. Remember Milli Vanilli? Something like this is happening to me. Since being on Oprah, I feel I’m lip-synching to a life created by the great unwashed popular imagination.
Chief relevance is that it was prompted from a remark I made here earlier about ‘paleopopologists’. Subsequent lip-synch comments nailed it in place?
November 5, 2009 at 8:53 pm
Insert between “great unwashed popular imagination.” and ” Chief relevance”
November 6, 2009 at 4:54 pm
SO: is it time for jazz fusion/weird music in general finals? Are we up for a prequiz?
November 6, 2009 at 6:21 pm
Fusion test is a week away. Have to sit through 2 classes on rap, because Jamaican dub led to hip hop led to rap, sort of. Post what you will. I’m beginning to feel guilty for abusing the Editors’ house.
November 6, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Abuse? Unless I hear otherwise, I see us as Special Guest House Painters a la Gulley Jimson.
Or perhaps Special Guest Lunatics, the lingering ‘Toot serving Theeds as a fishbowl asylum.
The Blog Comments Special Olympics. The YouTube equivalent of running with scissors.
November 6, 2009 at 8:06 pm
Okay, I’ll bite. Here’s Bobby Fuller, doing Dick Dale’s Misirlou live. Ripping it up, nastier than the original. This is on Rhino’s Cowabunga surf set I bought years back.
November 7, 2009 at 9:07 am
Link Wray will smoke your goat.
Ah, if only, if only my band in high school had had the good sense to play Link Wray covers — instead of Fog Hat.
November 7, 2009 at 12:54 pm
Smoked goat is pretty good. Smoked goat is even better after marinating in 78 decibel Link Wray. Marinated in illegally obtained alcoholic spirits.
November 7, 2009 at 9:44 pm
Some Filipino box-spring hog will have to do.
November 8, 2009 at 10:39 am
We see here a fine collection of amplified rock troglodytes. Men who grew armpit hair right through the sleeves of their sharkskin suit jackets.
November 8, 2009 at 3:42 pm
I heard there’s a world out there with politics and sex and everthang! I wonder what it’s like.
November 8, 2009 at 5:13 pm
I object!
November 8, 2009 at 8:34 pm
I know, I know, reality is inadmissible evidence in this court, which only further makes my point…
If curv3 and Theeds had the musical konex, they would remake this:
into something featuring Doughbob.
And we would all be happy again.
November 9, 2009 at 9:23 am
Actually, i was talking about this guy. The tea bagger meme is catching on, and sheep like Rep Price are bleating along.
November 9, 2009 at 4:25 pm
I’d pay money to have seen Dingle walk down from the podium and punch somebody.
November 9, 2009 at 9:45 pm
Shhh! The owners are awake!
November 11, 2009 at 7:32 pm
This thread deserves a special archive all its own. Anyone got a shitcan they’re not using?
November 11, 2009 at 7:47 pm
Mormon pr0n
You know you wanna…