Solid Gold Vs. Solid Waste 2

Solid Gold

"Don't create
Don't rebel
Have intuition
Can't decide
Typical girls get upset to quickly
Typical girls can't control themselves
Typical girls are so confusing
Typical girls - you can always tell
Typical girls don't think too clearly
Typical girls are unpredictable (predictable)
Typical girls try to be
Typical girls very well
Typical girls are looking for something
Typical girls fall under spells
Typical girls buy magazines
Typical girls feel like hell
Typical girls worry about spots, fat, and natural smells
Stinky fake smells
Typical girls try to be
Typical girls very well
Don't create
Don't rebel
Have intution
Don't drive well
Typical girls try to be
Typical girls very well
Can't decide what clothes to wear
Typical girls are sensitive
Typical girls are emotional
Typical girls are cruel and bewitching
She's a femme fatale
Typical girls stand by their man
Typical girls are really swell
Typical girls learn how to act shocked
Typical girls don't rebel
Who invented the typical girl?
Who's bringing out the new improved model?
And there's another marketing ploy
Typical girl gets the typical boy
The typical boy gets the typical girl
The typical girl gets the typical boy
Are emotional"
--"Typical Girls" The Slits


Solid Waste

"[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend

You're so fine
I want you mine
You're so delicious
I think about ya all the time
You're so addictive
Don't you know what I could do to make you feel alright?(alright alright alright alright)
Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious
Hell yeah
I'm the mother (fucking) princess
I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right(I'm right I'm right I'm right)
She's like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about!

[Chorus]

I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time again and again
(and again and again and again)
So come over here, tell me what I want to hear
Better yet make your girlfriend disappear
I don't want to hear you say her name ever again
(And again and again and again!)
She's like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about!

[Chorus]

In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There's no other
So when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?

[Chorus]
blah blah blah.." <--Ok, that's not really in the song
--"Girlfriend" Avril Lavigne

Hey! Hey! You! You! What the hell happened to punk music (besides old age and heroin)? Just like hip-hop (I think that these two musical movements have a lot more in common than you might initially think), it seems that the energy, meaning, and originality that this genre was known for has been totally sucked out over the last decade by... $omething evil. Curse you, damn evil.
All of that goodness is being replaced by complacent drivel. Welcome to the 21st Century, I suppose. I know that times and treands change, the youth get jaded, the music industry crumbles in on itself, and mama said there'd be days like this, but shit! Are we going to have to start a sister site, "Why Doesn't Anyone Else Smell This Shit (WDAESTS)" just to cover all the nonsense? Am I gonna have to start thinking about the 'good old days' so soon in my life? Ugh, I can hear my joints creaking already..

The Artist and The Scientist

Recently there is a growing consensus that more attention should be placed on mathamatics and the sciences to the detriment of the arts. Now if the purpose of this shift in concentration is due to the idea that mathamatics and the sciences are somehow superior to artistic endevors, then the powers that be are sadly mistaken. I am neither cognisant in the sciences nor mathamatics but I find them to have similar ways of dealing with the unknown world as practices such as writing and painting. For those aspects that have been institutionalized in both sciences and the arts, the ways of thinking may seen quite different due to different standardization practices. For example an editor for a poetry magazine uses different templates than an editor for a science magazine. This may seem trivial but if the analogy is extended, then the sciences and the arts appear to be polar opposites. The sciences are somehow more credible since they advance our material existance; material's are quantifiable and so can be measured for advancement. The credibility of the arts come into disrepute for the precise opposite reasons that are given for the credibility of the sciences; metaphysics and experiences are qualities that cannot be measured and so progress and advancement cannot be ascertained. However, when both scientists and artists peer into the unknown they are each dealing with the same issue, that being "what is out there." At this point both individuals are creating rules and regulations in order to understand the unknown world; these rules and regulations will later be codefied and standardized but they are not inclusive of the scientist and artist. The courage and dedication of both types of individuals must be extremely strong and their confidence unshakeable. Here there is no difference between artist and scientist because here the artist becomes the scientist and the scientis becomes an artist. So to the powers that be I would argue, that both modes of thinking are necessary for the advancement of our species. Our complicated world is made up of both quantities and qualities both of which need exploring and analysis if they are to be understood.

We’re All Totally Fucked, Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Brain Rape Karl Rove Is About To Inflict Upon Us All

I’ve seen the future of political advertising… and it’s really fucking annoying.

Spector To Produce Amazing Cell-Block Rap Records

Tell me, first off: Is this the face of a killer?

Well, yeah, kind of. I’d never presume someone’s guilt before trial, but when a former B-movie actress winds up dead in your foyer from a gunshot wound to the face, and you’ve taken to looking like the villain from a 1930s horror picture, suspicion is bound to surface.

Oh, yeah, and then there’s your decades-old reputation for being bat-shit crazy.

Hailed as a musical genius for his innovative production technique known as the Wall of Sound, whereby live, orchestra-style instrumentation is channeled through an echo chamber, Phil Spector has to his credit almost 50 hit songs for artists such as the Crystals, the Beatles, and the Righteous Brothers.

I love Phil Spector. The songs he made with his girl groups, like the Ronnettes and the Paris Sisters, are some of my favorite songs ever. But I also love Phil Spector because he provides some of the best gone-crazy stories.

Spector’s ex-wife, Ronnie, of the Ronnettes, claimed that Phil often threatened to kill her if she ever left him. When she finally got free and sued him for divorce, Phil was ordered to pay $1,300 a month in spousal support. Spector had the first payment delivered in nickels! I actually hope I get divorced one day so I can pull that same stunt.

But on February 3, 2003, the day after Paul McCartney announced that he was releasing a version of Let It Be that had removed all of Spector’s production, a woman is found dead in the producer’s castle, sending this control-freak with humorous anecdotes into O.J. territory.

Court TV has announced it will be broadcasting the trial when it begins at the end of April, so soon we'll all be able to watch the fall. Boy revolutionizes popular music, is hailed as genius and visionary, and then slowly hits bottom.

It’s the Hollywood Rise & Fall cliché all over again. And to an audience, that story never gets old. As much as we love our celebrities, we love it more when they fall. We love it more when those who have it all lose it all. We love it more when Britney goes crazy and when Nick Nolte looks crazed in a mug shot. It validates our feeling that the rich and famous aren’t happier or better, and it’s our chance to look down at those who are usually cast as superior.

We have an odd relationship with celebrities. We love them until we want them dead.

Hey! Sum Idjit Gasum Ol' Dang Hip-Hip In My NASCAR

Yes, the title of this post is true, as it seems NASCAR is now promoting itself rampantly and trying to firmly insert itself into all demographics. And boy-howdy, is it scary. It appeared to start with the Nelly and Tim McGraw duet. Then it was Dale Earnhardt, Jr. and Jay-Z in a Budweiser ad. Then we see former NBA All-Star and well-known black man, Brad Daugherty, doing frequent ESPN NASCAR commentary. I saw a Chevrolet commercial today where rapper T.I. borrows Earnhardt, Jr's stock car, enters a race, and then drives all slow.. you know, like black people do in urban areas? That's not at all stereotypical, is it? Junior, meanwhile, has T.I.'s Chevy Impala and is just tearing through the streets of wherever T.I. is from (Google tells me it's Atlanta). You see, NASCAR, you could learn something from this commercial: even though the cars may change, you can never change your culture. The hard fact is that despite all of NASCAR's effort to integrate the sport [Editor's note: It's not really a sport], there have only been 3 African-American (no Asians or Latinos either) NASCAR drivers since NASCAR's inception in 1947. The first one, Wendell Scott, won a race and couldn't even go to the winner's circle until after the crowd had dispersed. That's the Old South for you. And probably the New one, for that matter.
I understand there's such a thing as money and economic well-being but NASCAR, please. You're confusing your fans with all of the non-white people and the hip-hop (NASCAR fans are already prone to confusion due to all of the high-octane fumes and exhaust they inhale at races). Or even worse, it's creating an entirely new form of racism. Just like {insert promiscuous female Celeb name here}'s legs, some things aren't supposed to go together..

The politics of "weird."

Many words in our vernacular have lost not only their impact but also their meaning; words such as "genius" and "love" are used so commonly to describe a wide array of people and feelings that when used according to their correct definition the result is luke warm at best. The word "weird", however, has retained its usefullness simply by not betraying the users ignorance and indecisiveness of a particular subject, opinion etc. Many people employ the word "weird" to describe a particular event or artistic expression so that they may offer an opinion which does not have to rely on intelligence but on emotion and they are not forced to stand by their opnion since the particular in question is an anomoly not needing serious analysis. For example, most people not familiar with bollywood songs or afrobeat or Squarepusher may encounter these songs and musicians with astonishment not knowing what it is that they are hearing. I imagine that these people feel affronted by this "new" music and cannot offer a ready made opinion since these opinions are not available in pop media. This, then, puts the person in the position of thinking independently about a subject that is not dear to their harts; not having been trained to do so, they feel that they may be percieved as stupid or ignorant. By describing the songs or genre as weird they allow themselves an opinion which can change once they have come in contact with a trusted opinion. Another example that can be used comes from the world of fashion. I'm sure we've all been in the position of wearing something that others at the time considered unflattering and which was described as weird; several months later these critics were to find out that that particular style is in fashion. What do these people do? They go ahead and wear the same clothes that they criticized earlier by saying that "weird" is not a bad thing at all! To put a long story short I fucking hate the word "weird" and do not have a favorable opinion of those that use it to describe everything under the sun!!

here's a slice of poetry

[Chorus:]

This is why I'm Hot [2x]
This is why [2x] Uh
This is why I'm Hot (Uh)
This is why I'm Hot [2x] Whoo

This is why [2x]
This is why I'm Hot
I'm hot cuz I'm fly (fly)
You aint cuz you're not (Mims)
This is why [2x]
This is why I'm hot [2x]

[Verse 1:]
This is why I'm hot
I dont gotta rap
I can sell a mill sayin nothin on da track
I represent New York
I got it on ma back
And dey say dat we lost it
So I'ma bring it back
I luv da Dirty, DirtyCuz niggaz show me luv
The ladies start to bounce
As soon as I hit da club
But in da Midwest
Dey luv to take it slow
So when I hit da H
I watch you get it on da floor
And if you needed it hyphy
I take it to da Bay
Frisco to Sac-town
Dey do it eryday
Coppin a Hollywood
As soon as I hit L.A.
I'm in dat Low, Low
I do it da Cali way
And when I hit ChiPeople say dat I'm fly
Dey like da way I dress dey like
(Dey like my) my attire move crowds from side to side
Dey ask me how I do it and simply i repy...

[Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]
This is why I'm hot
Catch me on da block
Every otha day
Another bitch another drop
16 bars, 24 pop
44 songs, nigga gimme what you got
I'm in there drivin cars
Push 'em off da lot
I'm into shuttin stores down so i can shop
If you need a bird I can get it chopped
Tell me wat you need you know i get 'em by da flock
I call ma homie black meet on da ave
I hit wash with da money in da bag
we into big spinners
See my pimpin never dragged
Find me wit different women dat you niggaz never had
For those who say dey know me know I'm focused on ma cream
playa you come between you'd better focus on da beam
I keep it so mean da way you see me lean
And when say I'm hot my nigga dis is what I mean

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
This is why I'm hot
Shorty see da drop
Ask me wat I paidd and I say yea I paid a quap
And den I hit da switch dat take away da top
So chicks 'round da way dey call me cream of da crop
Dey hop in da carI tell 'em all bout
We hit da studio dey say dey like da way I record
I gave you black train and I did you wrong
So everytime I see 'em and dey tell me dat'z their song
Dey say I'm da bomb
Dey luv da way da charm hangin from da neck
And compliments da arm which compliments da ear den comes da gear
So when I hit da room da shortyz stop and stare
Den niggaz start to hate rearrange thier face
Little do dey know I keep 'em things by waistside
I reply nobody gotta die
Simliar to Lil wizzy cuz I got dat fire

[Chorus:]


The group is called Mims and I am given to understand that they were asked to write a travelogue incorporating Joycean wordplay before which they had their left brain removed . . . ya know wha i'm sayin?

neurolaw

I urge everyone to listen to today's Fresh Air with Terry Gross. The topic of the show is a new perspective on law by way of neuroscience. I am not up to the task of summarizing the whole interview yet while I was listening to the show I could not help but think of the story Minority Report by Philip K. Dick (the movie blows). You can access the show by going to www.wamu.org then clicking on the programs menu found at the top of the page. Next find Fresh Air in the list appearing on the left.

Artists and the Nation

My question is simply this: "Can an artist be nationalistic and still claim to be an artist?" After our discussion the other night about the place of melody in song I began to think more broadly about art. I do not claim to be an expert on the subject but as far as I know artists have had on significant dilemma, that being, should the artist reflect life as it is or as it should be? I do not see any tesion in the dilemma because what life should be is contained in life itself. Even, for argument sake, what life should be is only contained in the artists mind then it follows that the artists experiences have helped shape the ideal. Most of the experiences of the artist is shaped by sorroundings including people and environment or to put is more broadly the nation. Thus the artists' vision is shaped by the nation. But there are many nations containing various people and environments; is there anyway to translate between boarders?
This problem confronts both the artists' earlier dilemma: should the artist reflect the world as is or as it ought to be? The world as a whole is a patchwork of experiences sewn together by politics and economics; what the world ought to be is clearly anyones guess, although, the answer is most definately contained in politics and economics! So if the artist wants to somehow describe reality through art then it is imperitive that the result reflect the economic and/or political spheres. Every nation on the planet is tied it other nations politically as well as economically creating both a global political and economic system(s). The artist comes to a new dilemma: should the art reflect the reality of the nation or of the global systems? If the artist chooses a particular nation then the result will be myopic at best since the work would not be able to resonate to other people thus not reflecting upon reality as a whole.
I believe that we have entered into a new age where there are two common languages that the world shares: politics and economics. These two languages are highly complicated and translate very differently in different parts of the world. I believe that the role of the artist is to provide a forum whereby different people can come together and talk about different experiences only with a common language. Comming back to our discussion about melody I fear that melodies distract people from thinking about politics and economics etc. Music has shown to be very valuable and is often seen as a common language that cuts across barriers but it can also be easily highjacked rendering it useless. I believe that the role of the artist is much more important now than years past simply because of how politics and economics are controlled. In order to depict what is going on in a particular nation the artist needs the vantage point of the world and that is where the artist should be looking.

The Dread of Difference

That cool and smart-sounding title is taken from a book I read in college. The book, a collection of essays discussing the role of gender in horror movies, posits that the horror genre is entirely rooted in gender, “particularly in anxieties about sexual difference and gender politics.” While I disagree that all horror films are gender-based (I believe some are responses and critiques of politically repressive and conservative times), it’s still an awesome film analysis book. For example, one essay discusses Carrie as being about the male fear/hatred of women’s reproductive power, and another examines The Shining as being about the inevitable collapse and the consequences of a patriarchal society. Good stuff.

I stole this title because that book was all I could think about last week after seeing 300, a truly awful movie that treats racial and religious differences the same way the horror genre treated gender difference—as horrific monstrosities encroaching on, and threatening to, the harmonious, utopian world of white men.

300 is another film adaptation of the Spartan resistance to Persian forces at the Battle of Thermopylae in 480 B.C. It introduces us to the white Spartan forces as noble, brave men who are willing to sacrifice their lives in the most noble of pursuits: warfare. The film then shows us the evil empire endangering these walking white bastions of freedom: grotesque caricatures of Africans, Asians, and Arabs, along with the requisite giant gay king who offers hedonistic and materialistic glory to those who fall to his temptations.

The terror with which these “others” are drawn is so complete, so obvious in its representation, that I was hoping there was some sort of irony to it. But there was none. The Persians are not simply the bad guys in the story. They are shown as amoral and monstrous and sometimes, literally, as monsters. The idea of “others” as evil runs rampant throughout the film. Our white hero king, in some of his many speeches to his troops, mentions that his white fighters are “free men,” and that they would surely rather die than to bow to the armies of dark-skinned slaves surrounding them. I swear, it's like a D.W. Griffith movie with CG backgrounds.

Oh, and for the ladies? You’ll be happy to know that your importance is to "make real men.” Thanks for playing, sister.

I guess the easy way out is to claim that the filmmakers were being true to the vision of the Frank Miller graphic novel. If that’s the case, then Frank Miller’s one racist motherfucker. But Miller is from my hometown, so I’ll say only this: That movie is one racist motherfucker.

Celine vs. The Cure

Celine Dion "I Love You"

I must be crazy now
Maybe I dream too much
But, when I think of you
I long to feel your touch

To whisper in your ear
Words that are old as time
Words only you would hear
If only you were mine

I wish I could go back to the very first day I saw you
Should have made my move when you looked in my eyes
'Cause, by now, I know that you'd feel the way that I do
And I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side
(I...)

(Chorus:)

I love you
Please say you love me, too
These three words, they could change our lives forever
And I promise you that we will always be together
'Til the end of time

So, today, I fin'lly find
The courage deep inside
Just to walk right up to your door
But my body can't move
When I fin'lly get to it
Just like a thousand times before
Then, without a word, he handed me this letter
Read, I hope this finds the way into your heart
It said

(Repeat chorus)

(Bridge:)
Well, maybe I, I need a little love
And, maybe, I, I need a little care, yeah
And, maybe, I, maybe you, maybe you
Oh, you need somebody just to hold you
If you do, just reach out
And I'll be there

(Repeat chorus twice)

I love you
I will be your light
Shining bright
Shining through your eyes
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The Cure "Plainsong"

"i think it's dark and it looks like rain" you said
"and the wind is blowing like it's the end of the world" you said
"and it's so cold it's like the cold if you were dead"
and then you smiled fora second.

"i think i'm old and i'm in pain" you said
"and it's all running out like it's the end of theworld" you said
"and it's so cold it's like the cold if you were dead"
and then you smiled fora second

sometimes you make me feel like i'm living at the edge of the world
like i'm living at the edge of the world
"it's just the way i smile" you said

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Bang Bang Bang I got you you dumb overpaid fish inna barrel . . .

Here's The Deep End, Here's Me Off The Deep End

Climbing to the top of the highest tree
Trying to get above all the usual that I see
Moving here and there
To float on air
And settle in an empty space
Startled by a cold wind repeatedly slapping my face
"That's right! I'm the Wind and I'm pissed!
All that defiance, subversion, and thinking equal opportunities missed
'Free your mind'?
That doesn't even make cents
I eat people and spit them out due to their inaction
Now that's what I call pure chewing satisfaction
So wake up! You're late
For jobs, meetings, classes, and other important dates
Your role is that of the slave
Best to fall in line with the other mindless knaves
There's no such thing as talent
Might as well fuck being valiant
I don't find any of this shit funny
Success depends on one thing: large amounts of money
Currency and pills seem to keep the rest happy
So why don't you get dressed for work
And do you mind making it snappy?
I'll even give you a glimpse of the sun for inspiration
No sense laying frozen, in pools of perspiration
Let's face it, when it really comes down to it
You don't even have the gall
To rise up, change, or give it some semblance of 'your all'
So why don't you just do yourself a favor
And follow the bouncing ball"