Bulls are not permitted to sit on rocks.
Sometime last month, quite likely you were one of millions who received a Facebook or email message telling you of the special significance of this October in particular: there were 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays in this month, and this is something that happens only once every 823 years.
When I had finished reading this email, my immediate (and quite automatic) response was, “What a fascinating piece of trivia!” I couldn’t help but revel in the thrill of learning such an interesting fact. It immediately preceded, however, a sharp ping from my built-in bullshit detector, which was in it’s turn followed by my musing, “I wonder if that really is true?”
I know what you’re going to say, even before you say it.
Black Friday is not about black culture in North America. It is an annual orgiastic greed ritual which is the symbolic firing the starting pistol for the Great American Christmas Shopping Season Race, or as I like to call it, “How Will Your Loved Ones Know You Love Them If You’re Not Bankrupt?” Day. It’s so named because it is a day that retailers are “in the black”, or making a profit.
I won’t go into the gritty details of fights, injuries, fatalities and other tales of human ridiculousness regarding this event, which is revered nearly to the point of religiousness. Have some black culture instead.
Martin Luther King Jr. – ‘I’ve Been To The Mountaintop’
Eddie Murphy – Delirious
Nina Simone – Ain’t Got No… Ain’t Got No Life
Whether you love or hate them, covers of popular songs are part of the lifeblood of the record industry. It’s a means of keeping relevant music alive through the generations, updating the sound of classic compositions (which sometimes goes horribly wrong – ever heard Nothing Else Matters covered by Biff Naked? Terrible.) and they serve as a means of introducing older hits to new audiences. It’s also a way for record companies to keep making money off of crap that should’ve met the same fate as bio-hazardous waste from liposuction clinics and spoon-feeding the masses pablum – ‘musical product’ that neither contributes to the cultural makeup nor advances music as an art form.
Hi there and welcome to Part 2 of my ongoing series on The Music You Want to Hear But Can’t Find Because Radio Sucks.
This video, while on the longish side, hits the nail square on the head as to why what you hear on the radio and what you see on TV is nothing short of terrible. Frank Zappa, Thom Yorke, Johnny Greenwood, Ken Lopez, Dave Marsh, Chuck D and Dick Dale all weigh in to give the real reasons for the decline of the music industry, and it’s not the internet. The internet is the merely a bell, tolling the death of an outdated, dilapidated, greed-oriented and top-heavy business model.
Pearl Jam are the prototype of the post-music industry rock band: anyone who wants to make it big should take a good look at what they’ve done, how they did it and emulate it. They’re the most successful rock band ever for the sole fact that they became as big as they are completely on their own merits and as a result of their own actions and hard work. They really are ‘professional’ rock stars.
Now, without further ado, I bring to you…. Marshall!
What do you get when you take the British love of pomp and pageantry, Imperialism, and silliness and combine it with tense Indo-Paki relations, alpha-male competitiveness and the culture that gave us Indian Thriller?
Well, this, of course.
Props to my mom for sending me this vid.
You and your boy are out, just cruising around, rockbopping to Scandal, looking for someplace to happen, when, ‘Yo, check that out! That dude’s gettin’ MUGGED!….damn he’s runnin!’
‘Oh, no he’s not! Watch this.’
For today only, in what can only be described as a blatant publicity stunt, Chelsea Green Publishing is making Marijuana is Safer available for free download on Scribd.com
Click here to get your copy.
Oh, on a personal note: I will NOT be attending the marijuana circle-jerk downtown.