Whoa! Gore blew it last night. Again i’m listening to the realaudio files on NPR, and he was so weak that i can see that Bush really did win this one. All Bush had to do is not shit in his own pants, or at least show that he did. The only time it seems that Gore had some fire was when he got Bush on Texas’ health care statistics, and Bush turned it around to make it seem like Gore just made a personal attack on him, by insisting that he was calling him hardhearted. Gore backed off!
He should have hammered Bush right then, saying Bush can define his actions any way he wants to define them, but the numbers are real and they are not fuzzy, and if he think that his actions are not “hardhearted”, the end result is still there, that Bush is a failure as a governor. Why all of this kid glove treatment? Take the Shrub out with the knockout punch. Go for the jugular. I keep hearing Bush supporters say they like him because he’s tough. The only reason they think he’s tough is because he puts people to death! How can he claim to be compassionate and an executioner at the same time?
i guess the problem is just as much with the public as it is with the government and the media, but i hate admitting that. Anyway, instead of the debate, i watched Crocodile Hunter on Animal Planet last night. He was in Florida grabbing rattlesnakes.
Ack! there’s this goony plot to take carbon dioxide out of our atmosphere right now to save us from the Greenhouse effect. Some people want to dump a bunch of iron dust into the oceans, to promote giant plankton blooms, who will supposedly absorb the carbon dioxide, and when the plankton dies, the carbon dioxide sinks to the ocean floor. This just makes me stomach hurt with the wrong-headedness of it all, as it has not even been proven to work in the short term, let alone what the fallout for such drastic action is going to be.
So i don’t have the new Julian Cope yet, but i did finally picked my copies of Cope’s Ye Skellington Chronicles (my vinyl copy sounded like shit) and Droolian on CD! Yahoo!!! I don’t know who coined the phrase “acid campfire songs” for these albums, but that’s exactly what they are. The two halves of Ye Skellington Chronicales were recorded four years apart, but each were recorded with whatever intstruments onhand, with whoever was in the room in just two days. No matter how absurd, banal, or alien the lyrics can get, or how sloppy the instrumentation is, there’s a sense of manic immediacy, and there’s the muse that only follows the most fun and silly those moments can get. Don’t pay attention to how dark the cover is. Imagine that you are sitting in the dark with one of your best friends caught up in the moment of pure entertainment of your rawest imagination.
Droolian is new for me though. This is the first time i’ve heard these songs aside from “Jellypop Perky Jean” (a song about this package of Japanese shampoo that he really digs.) and “Safesurfer” (a guitar epic about a jackass who is a vector for disease.) It was recorded as a benefit album to free Roky Erickson of the 13th Floor Elevators, and the only place it was released in the States back in 1990 was in Austin, Texas, home of Roky. It really seems to be Skellington pt. 1.5 to me. I’m sorry that i have missed out on it for so long, as there’s some rather demented songs on here. “Louis 14th” with its flipped-out “Cajun soul sparks” (Cope’s words) has to be the battiest of the lot though.