So it’s “Ladpance”? i apologize. i saw the Neptunes/NERD video again. It’s not as ugly as i thought it was. The guy shoves the girl because she’s rubbing up against him, which is something i’ve actually been forced to do before. That’s what i get for reading & watching television at the same time. While i still cannot make out the lyrics well (has anyone caught on that between my low attention span & cloth ears, that i misinterpret almost everything on the first try? Fairly typical for someone obsessed with content and lyrics probably.) i did catch some couplets about the government that made me smile, then vanish from my mind as quicksilver. I just like its funkiness, and prefer to defer to NYLPM for a true analysis. Does anyone know why the name of the video is “Ladpance” instead of “Lapdance” though?
Um. How long has this Poe video been on M2? i didn’t even know it existed. Did it just pop into existence because i read House of Leaves, and had problems with the book? Freaky. Anyway, “Hey Pretty” couldn’t be less related to the overall tone of the book. Too garish. Too Garbage. And i guess that it’s supposed to creep me out to have Poe writhing about two thirds-clothed while her brother reads one of the sex-scenes from his book. All it’s doing is ruining anything good that i took away from the book, which was a damned fun read. The notion that it’s all just a crummy piece of cross-marketing is overwhelming now.
Are we supposed to take Nikka Costa seriously? Or, after the relative flop of Midnite Vultures, did Beck have a nervous breakdown & invent a transsexual faux-funk-soul persona? (He wears those pasties on his implanted breasts well. Not once did they slip with all of the mike stand humping.) I’ve been seeing the profiles for “her” in all of the slick magazines, but in no way was i prepared for… this. There’s just no way that the video for “Life a Feather” cannot be a joke, or dare i say it… ironic.
As much as i love David Bowie (at least the ’70s Bowie right now,) Diamond Dogs does not get played often on my stereo. I left it in for the whole ride yesterday, although for me, it only goes downhill after the lines This ain’t rock and roll/ This is genocide! i zoned out after that until a spectacular What the Fuck moment. “1984″ never sounded more preposterous than it did that second. “What the hell was he on?” was the first thing to cross my mind, but that’s a dumb question, since the obvious answer is, “Lots of cocaine.” There’s a thread active on ILM about records so bad that they are brilliant. As far as i know, no one has mentioned Tiny Tim, but he’s such an obvious novelty, when just the song “1984″ is so brilliantly awful that it has not quite sunk in yet. Horror keys. Funky guitar. Disco strings. The silly para-operatic vocals… the basic conceit of writing a song so hamhanded illustrating the vision of George Orwell. Awesomely awful.
Way after the fact, but i finally got hear the new Air track (or see the video rather,) “#1 Radio”. I’m infatuated with that song now. I think Lou had already warned me that i would be. Now the Splendid review makes a lot more sense. It doesn’t change my world, but it does give a sudden rush. I will admit that i was disstracted by the video though, as people were doing the robot. In my last days at the bookstore, it seemed funny to be the Animatronic Bookseller, not that anyone laughed.
Another Obvious Observation: The lyrics of Nu-metal seem to be a result of too many pop pyschologists on daytime talk shows. Repeatedly it’s been observed that they sound like the poetry of an angst-ridden adolescent, but with the emo-like nearly imageless lyrics, sounding like abuse victims confessing on Montel Williams… this fixation upon feeling without metaphor… it’s a sickness. Does anyone think antidepressants would help? they could scream out the chemical composition of their pills, which might turn out some brilliant biochemists down the road, and with all of the designer drugs on the market, would definitely provide more lyrical variety. And tust me, a lot of those chemicals rhyme like none’s business. Incidentaly, this reminds me of how Damien drove himself a little crazy trying to find out what the hell “hexachlorophine” was, as it was in a Bonzo Dog Band song. I think that either he wanted to try it if it was a drug, or kill someone if it was a poison. He was oddly not disappointed when it turned out to be a soap additive at one time.
I don’t care if Jenna Bush drinks underage. However, from what i’m reading, she’s gets to get away with a lot of lame behavior that would have most parents keeping their kid under lockdown. More than that, she definitely revels in her privileged position, sneering in the face of the law, despite repeated violations. I hate picking on the Bush daughters, as i felt sorry for Chelsea Clinton for eight years, but she simply did not behave like these morons.
Since when does “bottom” mean 80% of the citizens? No tax break for you!
Why does Bush harp on and on about testing teachers on their ability (when it’s hard to get quality teachers anyway, as the pay is shit, and the hours suck,) yet goes on to cut a successful literacy program by 70% in his budget? Schools are not longer about creating literate, informed citizens. They are about minimally supervised daycare while both parents are out of the home working barely living wage jobs. Why doesn’t anyone see it? What’s with this Orwellian doubletalk? Maybe David Bowie ought to write a disco song about it. Oh, he did. “I’m Afraid of Americans”. Nice jacket.
More evidence of global warming. It’s not in this article, but some loopy one that i lost the link to, but there’s still “scientists” scientifically insisting that it’s all a hoax, or if they do admit it, some are even so audacious enough to say that it’s because we have too many trees.
enough bitterness for today.