God's away on business
a song that has totally grabbed me by the shrivelled testicle i keep in my leisure suit pocket is 'Soulsuck' by 'FBCFabric & Reindeer' released by Buttercuts, available from them (awesome material cd cover) or online download from Beathut. it's a fucking great album and 'Soulsuck' has got the best lyrics i've heard in a long long time. classic line "if God had a fast car and big tits we'd all buy in" and "if you drive this car you will get laid along with this style of beer but remember to not drink and drive or smoke..." (i stole the blog title from them also). it's so long since i've heard a meaningful lyric that didn't reek of insincerity. i guess i'm getting past it. i bought all the P.E. cd's the day they came out (from "It takes a nation of millions to hold us back" onward) and i still think Ice Cube's "The Predator" cd is awesome.
i could rant at this stage about 'the plight and/or blight of modern music' but obviously (to me) music is a mirror of society as much as any artform is. (stereotyping here) the vacuous nature of present musical trends mirrors perfectly the state of western civilisation (in the most part). we don't really have any beliefs anymore, nor needs. we've covered 'em all. of course if you're homeless or a minority you don't count, we can't fucking see you anymore. plus you can't vote in the most part so your pariah status gets upgraded for free (sorry, no frequent flyer points. your card was made redundant when our company merged with that company and all our current stock options and benefits were replaced with 1/2 shares in a landmine/chemical plant that unfortunately exploded, killing 2.5 million locals. luckily they were indigenous so we can forget 'em. the shares of course are now worthless. if you have any issue with your present financial strife, take time to reflect on the poor directors who had to retire to a small private island each, somewhere in the carribbean).
maybe it's just the 'getting old' thing that makes me dislike the majority of modern releases but fuck-me, how much shite can hit the charts. even the charts are more suspect than ever thanks to the favoured trend of labels to spend a fortune buying their own releases to keep the latest 'king or queen of whatever' alive for another two weeks. the only reason they do this is it works. they keep some nimrod in the charts and most people buy into it and go buy the fucking single/record/dvd/vhs/minidisc/laserdisc/whatever. it seems every second week the next 'saviour' of music appears in a flurry of press and expensive video-clips, only to vanish and be replaced 3 days later. no substance, exactly how people seem to like it. not that pop-music should always (or ever?) be filled with substance but it would be nice for a few to even pretend. please ignore my ramble and in the words (kinda) of Bill Hicks, "ignore thought and enjoy your hair".
one a bighter note, here's our pet cat bonnie.
also, here's a page i did for a friend of mine rusty who had a b.a.s.e. jumping accident. he's ok now and living in vanuatu with his olds. having a friend in a coma is a pretty fucking horrible thing. feeling so impotent at being able to do nuthing for him or his family, all the while wondering if he'll come out of it. but he's back with us, fit and healthy. awesome.
quote for the day:
"without music, life would be a mistake"
- Friedrich Nietzsche
i could rant at this stage about 'the plight and/or blight of modern music' but obviously (to me) music is a mirror of society as much as any artform is. (stereotyping here) the vacuous nature of present musical trends mirrors perfectly the state of western civilisation (in the most part). we don't really have any beliefs anymore, nor needs. we've covered 'em all. of course if you're homeless or a minority you don't count, we can't fucking see you anymore. plus you can't vote in the most part so your pariah status gets upgraded for free (sorry, no frequent flyer points. your card was made redundant when our company merged with that company and all our current stock options and benefits were replaced with 1/2 shares in a landmine/chemical plant that unfortunately exploded, killing 2.5 million locals. luckily they were indigenous so we can forget 'em. the shares of course are now worthless. if you have any issue with your present financial strife, take time to reflect on the poor directors who had to retire to a small private island each, somewhere in the carribbean).
maybe it's just the 'getting old' thing that makes me dislike the majority of modern releases but fuck-me, how much shite can hit the charts. even the charts are more suspect than ever thanks to the favoured trend of labels to spend a fortune buying their own releases to keep the latest 'king or queen of whatever' alive for another two weeks. the only reason they do this is it works. they keep some nimrod in the charts and most people buy into it and go buy the fucking single/record/dvd/vhs/minidisc/laserdisc/whatever. it seems every second week the next 'saviour' of music appears in a flurry of press and expensive video-clips, only to vanish and be replaced 3 days later. no substance, exactly how people seem to like it. not that pop-music should always (or ever?) be filled with substance but it would be nice for a few to even pretend. please ignore my ramble and in the words (kinda) of Bill Hicks, "ignore thought and enjoy your hair".
one a bighter note, here's our pet cat bonnie.
also, here's a page i did for a friend of mine rusty who had a b.a.s.e. jumping accident. he's ok now and living in vanuatu with his olds. having a friend in a coma is a pretty fucking horrible thing. feeling so impotent at being able to do nuthing for him or his family, all the while wondering if he'll come out of it. but he's back with us, fit and healthy. awesome.
quote for the day:
"without music, life would be a mistake"
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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