| Writer's Block: The Times They Are A-Changin’ |
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| 12:39pm 13/11/2009 |
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mood:  complacent music: Blue Oyster Cult - "Tenderloin"
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It hasn't, and it won't. Except that I'll be asking you all for your addresses right here over teh information superhighwayz so I can send you REAL LIFE Christmas cards!!
If I don't have it, give it to me! (If you skimmed over this, I'll be asking again later, so . . don't worry, I'll get you! ;D)
(And mp3 caroling? . . . really now? O_o;;) |
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| Dumbass . . . |
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| 07:37pm 26/01/2009 |
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mood:  amused
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I couldn't help but notice a link to this article while checking my email:
http://www.slate.com/id/2209526
which laughably attempts to tell us that Billy Joel - yes, Billy Joel - is a complete, untalented hack. An excerpt:
. . Why is it that so many of us feel it is possible to say Billy Joel is—well—just bad, a blight upon pop music, a plague upon the airwaves more contagious than West Nile virus, a dire threat to the peacefulness of any given elevator ride, not rock 'n' roll but schlock 'n' roll? . . .
I replied:
A most brilliant work of satire!
by violentfemmebot
01/26/2009, 7:30 PM
Next week, I expect to see a complete revisitation of unsung visionaries Insane Clown Posse coupled with a critical piece on David Bowie: could all that shape-shifting be simply for show? And if so, can it REALLY BE ART? I believe Peter Gabriel might be a hack, too, but I can't quite put my thumb on an exact reason.
Perhaps you can, oh silvery-penned one!
What an idiot! |
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| SWEET. |
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| 11:52pm 04/11/2008 |
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mood: jubilant
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That is all. And so PROUD of my state! <3 |
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| The future of music |
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| 10:45am 05/09/2008 |
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mood:  confused music: Alice Cooper - "Poison"
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So I was driving back from Virginia Tech, having dropped off the boy, and started flipping between the two (yes, we only have TWO here) paltry classic rock stations. Heard some partial Billy Joel, and Pink Floyd. Then - right as I'm about to turn onto the street we live along, thankfully - that fucking Kid Rock Sweet Home Alabama/Werewolves in London rip-off PIECE OF SHIT comes on!
Now, I've discussed this with people. Most people agree that Kid Rock is a musical plagiarist. However, there are a few dissenters who use the argument: "Oh, no! People have been ripping off chord structures/rhythms since the dawning of time! Kid Rock is just one in a long line of great musicians including Led Zeppelin and the Beatles who have borrowed musically from other sources. . ."
I disagree. There's a pretty fundamental difference in the "borrowing." Led Zeppelin borrowed heavily from the blues, yes. But they MADE SOMETHING COMPLETELY NEW OUT OF IT. They transformed the music into an entirely new concept, and brought it to an entirely new audience. Kid Rock has done NOTHING but take a classic song and sing over it how much he likes that song. "All Summer Long" or whatever it's called is ONLY a hit because "Sweet Home Alabama" was a hit, and people are drawn to a melody and rhythm conceived by musicians far greater than Kid-fucking-ROCK. What's worse to think about is how profitable the song rip-off venture has been. He's probably made enough money to build a double-wide out of compressed blow! Or 500,000 $5 hookers!
Fuck, guys, I should just write " Listening to 'Battle of Epping Forest' All Summer Long" and write my memoirs!
It got me thinking, though. And I've decided what the future of rock will be. It will meld the trailblazing ideas of Kid Rock with the populist appeal of rap. First, you'll hear the familiar opening strains of a classic song, say, "Hotel California," being shouted over by rappers in the epic way remix rap songs are customarily introduced: ALL MY NIGGAS REPRESENTIN: T.I.! LUDACRIS! LITTLE JON! 3-6 MAFIA! INSANE CLOWN POSSE (hahahaha had to put that in!) STRAIGHT FROM HELL-LA MOTHAFUCKIN SO-CAL SUCK MY DICK BITCH REEEEEEE-MIX!!. . . then the song would start, and the only change would be that it had a thumping beat and the rappers would scream obscenities and weave a loose narrative over the original song, like cruising down I-5 in a Maybach sipping Kristal-laced sizzurup and smacking hos on the way to the Hotel California . . . hahaha . . .
JUST WAIT!!!!! IT'S GONNA HAPPEN!!! |
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| Whaaaaat?????!?? |
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| 08:47pm 18/06/2008 |
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mood:  surprised music: Genesis - "Happy the Man"
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So . . . these rumors* I've just heard that Peter Gabriel's wife is expecting another child . . . has anyone heard this???
(*As read on a message board discussing the low probability of Mr. Gabriel reuniting with Genesis - "well, he CERTAINLY won't now, with the baby coming!" . . . and just like that, it's 1975 again . . . though I can find nothing on Google about this news.)
But congratulations, if so . . . the world will always welcome more beautiful Gabriel-spawn! |
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| PHIL COLLINS OMFGGG |
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| 02:25pm 28/03/2008 |
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mood: excited
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So . . . guess how lame, I mean AWESOME I am??? Look who I'm going to see Saturday:
Lest your eyes fool you, as mine did me, no, it's not Phil Collins, but Martin Levac, a skilled impersonator!!! He used to be the drummer for The Musical Box, if that means anything to you. I'll be dragging my boyfriend along to Philly Saturday to see a replica of the "Three Sides Live" tour. I mean, even if it IS Phil, they DO play "Supper's Ready" in its entirety. AHHHHHHH. I shall also indulge being back in northern climes with a good lox bagel, something next to uttely unknown in southern VA. (Damn it, I cannot WAIT to move back up north . . . )
:D!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Birthday wishes |
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| 11:32am 07/06/2007 |
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mood: hopeful
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I never, ever forget birthdays. Ergo, happy birthday, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dbrycegh!!!
It's been a good day. Hope is on the horizon for a new, MUCH better job, but I'm not about to jinx anything by saying too much. . . *keeps fingers crossed*
Anyhow, my lunch break is nearly up, and it's time to drive back to - ugh - TJ Suxx. |
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| To Jarvis with love |
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| 06:22pm 05/12/2006 |
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mood: FLUMMOXED
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Oy vey, I am officially out of it. Jarvis Cocker's new album has been out for three weeks now and I didn't even know. ARGH!! |
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| WOWIE!!!!! |
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| 04:56pm 18/11/2006 |
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mood: excited music: Robert Fripp - Chicago
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Genesis returning (sans Gabriel)
filed under: news, tour dates
The big reunion tour news this week on everyone's radar has been the announcement of a Genesis tour some time in 2007...
The word is finally out: Genesis' most commercially successful lineup of Phil Collins, Mike Rutherford and Tony Banks will hit the road for the first time in 15 years with a European tour of stadiums in the summer of 2007.
I've got no doubt in my mind that they're already lining up the US dates and we just haven't heard anything on that yet. Rest assured we'll update here as need be, and rest assured that if they don't play an epic "Land on Confusion," we'll have some serious words for them. Belee dat!
I'm almost glad Gabriel isn't going to perform with them, as a little part of me would DIE if I heard him belt out "Illegal Alien" or "Invisible Touch" (Phil, when extending the reunion offer to Peter, offered Peter the job of singer). *shudders* Nonetheless, if they by chance stop in NYC (which they MUST), I'll be more than willing to pony up!!! After all, it is GENESIS.
The glory of the photo age: getting to be taunted by your former youth and beauty! |
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| FREE CLOTHES!! |
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| 03:57pm 14/07/2005 |
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mood: benevolent music: The Darkness - "I Believe in a Thing Called Love"
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Er, so I've been cleaning my room, and noticing that I have WAY too much clothing. I'm making a list of crap I want to get rid of - take one, take ALL zee lovely garments. Comment with what you want, leave your address, and I'll send you whatever. Free. For real, I'm beginning to feel buried, so do not feel guilty. Whatever you don't take goes to the Goodwill:
1. Stripey wool sweater - grey, aqua, pale aqua, sky blue, brown and cream stripes. By the Gap. Size extra small.
2. Black mod jacket. Lightweight cotton, by Fashion Bug. Size medium.
3. Vintage green flowered summery cotton sundress. Really cool looking, strappy and sexy in a Lolita way, but doesn't fit me. Size medium.
4. Brand new - like, a week old - green slim cut peter-pan collared cotton shirt. By Mossimo. Very Lolita/Marc Jacobs. Never even worn. Size small.
5. Raggy old TMBG shirt (yes!! I have doubles of it) - hayseed design. Really worn out, but comfy as all hell. North American tour 1990! Looks like a large.
6. Awesome mod stripey slimfit cotton tee. By American Eagle Outfitters. Size small.
7. Salmon pink stretchy snap-front tee. Size medium.
8. Gorgeous 100% silk maroon button-down shirt with this really cool drapey capelet collar. By Express. Size small.
9. Nasty, raggy grey pants I've worn a million and one times, though they were like $70 new and looked very sharp and business-like. Good for washing the car or painting in now. By Express, size 3/4 regular.
10. Vintage Mexican rose-pattern dress. I kind of fucked it up by putting it through the wash - and it never fit me, anyway. BEAUTIFUL dress made of heavy cotton and embroidery. Comes with a matchin belt. Would fit perhaps a size 4-6 today.
- - - - OK, darlings, steal it! |
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| RIP Robert Palmer |
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| 01:26am 27/09/2003 |
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mood:  sad music: Robert Palmer - "Hyperactive"
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My day (Friday) was devastated early on. I was sitting in my mom's office at about 8:30 AM, waiting to be whisked off to school, when a "just in" news report coursed over the air: Robert Palmer, the man responsible for "Addicted To Love" and a string of other cool '80s songs which featured beautiful women writhing with guitars in their respective videos, died of a heart attack at 54(!).
Out of reverence, I immediately dug a tube of ruby red lipstick out of my knapsack and painted on a Palmer video-worthy moue. Rest in peace, you wonderful, swaggering, unabashedly sleazy lounge lizard. |
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| WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY COMPUTER?? |
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| 06:45pm 12/08/2003 |
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mood:  aggravated music: Genesis - "Abacab"
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Since last night, it has become impossible for me to stay online for more than five minutes without my computer AUTOMATICALLY RESTARTING. It doesn't do this when I'm offline. It's driving me insane! I have to add to this entry piece meal . . . can anyone tell me what might possibly be wrong? The message is that the "Remote Procedure Call Service terminated unexpectedly." Huh? Ugh, and there it goes again! My 30 second warning! >:O!!!!!!
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| "The WMDs you're looking for are in this accordion." - John Linnell |
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| 12:37am 27/07/2003 |
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mood: really fucking tired
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Woohoo, just got back from a lovely (albeit short) outdoor TMBG concert in DC! I arrived just 30 minutes before TMBG came onstage, but managed to snag a great spot in the second row on the right hand side, nonetheless. From this point (behind a short girl, no less! Ah, bliss) I could see over the stage, and had an amusing time spying on the band as they cavorted and smoked ciggies (Dans Hickey and Miller) - and stepped onstage to check on their respective equipment (Dans Miller and Weinkauf, and John Linnell [wearing a waaaaay oversized red tee with navy trim/jeans which only served to make his bony, BONY frame (he's on the skinny side, even for him, these days) appear even more limply gaunt. Sadly, I'm sure that he could slip into a pair of my tightest jeans with the greatest ease and comfort], who was received with great hollering, and who promptly scuttled back out of sight [so he thought!] to the familiar isolation of his tent).
After a spell of soundchecking (a sound guy cued the opening bar of "Man, It's So Loud In Here," which excited the audience greatly) and spying upon the band as it reveled in its humid, smoky ennui in seasoned defiance of the impatient shuffling and sound guy-cheering of the audience, TMBG energetically took the stage at about 7:15. Flans promised us "the greatest show [we've] ever seen," and introduced Dan Hickey before opening the show with "Clap Your Hands." Here's a loose setlist, as I remember it (and not particularly in order - I'm tired, and didn't bring a notepad to the show (considering what happened - some drunk guy in the front row splashed his bottled water all over the people behind him - I got pretty soaked [for an instant, I feared that it was beer - urgh!] - I'm glad I didn't!):
Clap Your Hands
Birdhouse In Your Soul
Wicked Little Critta
Ana Ng
The Guitar
Particle Man ["a political song, for our president . . . ." - JL]
John Lee Supertaster
Why Does The Sun Shine? [Patchouli, tie-dyes, crystals . . . all gasses on the sun]
She's Actual Size
Drink ["we're just going to play "Drink!" without the exclamation point tonight" - Flans]
[Dial a Drum Solo]
Dr. Worm
Fingertips
Istanbul [more intro than song - though Dan Miller did a GORGEOUS job]
Both Flans and Linnell were completely in their elements - Linnell was jumping up and down behind his synth and engaging the audience with much amusing quasi-polital banter (with the Capitol as a backdrop and the White House across the way how to resist?), and Flans' voice hasn't sounded so good in a while. And Danny Weinkauf was looking REALLY hot (tight dark Levis and a sheer pale blue button-up shirt). Indescribably so. And he recognized me. And gave me that wonderful smile and nod . . eee . . but my ride wouldn't let me stay after the show to talk to him (DW was clearing his equipment! GAAAAH!)
(more pre-show review than actual review, I know, but I'm about to drop dead. I'll either recount more later, or fill in blanks in other peoples' reviews. Bah!) |
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awake
quacks at
Jesus 
crazy
