Savage Remarks from a Tortured Mind
Good news, music fans. I have a brilliant project underway that is going to open up some eyes. It came to me while I was sitting in class (quite miserably) and letting my mind wander to places that only it can go, twisted and dangerously psychotic as it is. I found myself thinking about the bad rap Elvis Presley, the fucking King, gets because he sucked for the large majority of his career. Hey, I don't deny this. Once '63 hit it was pretty much curtains for the King - he sold out like a Lincoln going for a dollar, his voice changed, and his music began a tragic downward spiral into ridiculous pop nonsense. But there was a different Elvis. The Elvis of '56-'62. More to the point, the Elvis of '56-'57. For those first two years, he was doing so much goddamn good shit you'd be shocked if you ever got the chance to hear it all.
Well, you will now. Because while I was sitting in class, contemplating strange and terrible things, it suddenly hit me like twenty-seven tons of bricks - I could make a CD!! I could smack all the Elvis-knockers upside the head with a single disk that would show a side of Elvis few remember. I'm not talking "Teddy Bear" Elvis, or "Don't be Cruel" Elvis - though that Elvis was still pretty damn good. No, I'm talking all the studio shit you've never heard on the radio. Elvis singing the blues. Elvis taking rock in new directions. Elvis singing music that could still be relevant today if they ever fucking dug it out and let you hear it. Songs like "One Night of Sin," or "Fool, Fool, Fool," or "Fever." We're not talking 60's Elvis doing ridiculous movies and singing "Song of the Shrimp" or "Shake that Tambourine." And we're certainly not talking drug-riddled, full blown insane, fat and bloated Elvis practically singing Opera in the 70's. No, we're talking Elvis at the beginning - some of it before he even exploded onto the national scene, some of it after. Elvis screaming into the microphone, not dropping his voice real low which would eventually become his trademark. If you know the song "Heartbreak Hotel" - picture a whole CD of that! Its a terrific combination of blues and early rock, and it shows Elvis unchained, so to speak. Elvis unpolished. Elvis at his very fucking best, and the reason why he truly is the King, and why the Beatles could never touch him. I'm making my own CD first - about 25 songs or so, but for the non-believers (this means you JB, and AO) I'm making an abbreviated disc of the very, very best...maybe ten songs or so. You will be dumbfounded and you will apologize to me for being so naive!!
Congratulations to the Sox. And thank god baseball is over for a few months.
It is now officially official. I am NOT voting in this election. I've toyed with the idea for some time, but decided once and for all to just say fuck it. So ... FUCK IT! People love to try and put a positive spin on all this bullshit and say, "Hey, this is democracy at its best!" Fuck that. This, my fine feathered friends, is democracy at its very, very worst. We the people are being literally bombarded with constant rhetoric and half-truths and misinterpretations (bullshit #1). However ... as if this were not somehow bad enough ... we choose to soak up this horseshit and believe it (bullshit #2). And then the worst part is this - we take all this crap and we repeat it and adopt it as doctrine and actually have the fucking arrogance to get hostile and vicious about it (bullshit #3). Its an angry fucking country, divided irreducably between Bush and Kerry, but lets face the truth ... we're divided between righties and lefties. It doesn't matter whose running any more. It might as well be Elmer Fudd vs. Lear's Fool. Or the cookie-crisp burglar vs. a doberman pincher. With all the coverage these things get in our contemporary network culture, more and more stupid fucks are being given access to a little bit of this and a little bit of that, so instead of having to get some kind of grasp on truths and what's really at stake, they can just repeat what they've been spoon fed and act like they know. I love people who say things like - "I'm against so and so because my big issue is the defecit or spending for education or some other nonsense." Don't get me wrong, there's people who have legitimate reasons to worry about such things, i.e. teachers, and so on, but I get a good laugh when some random bullshitter picks an issue spontaneously and feigns concern over it. Pompous ass!
And what do they know? "I disagree with Bush because he misled us into a war, so I'm voting for Kerry" - I got news for you, Kerry wanted to go into Iraq and take Saddam out as early as '98 - he called Clinton a coward for not addressing the issue, and he's said many times he would have gone to Iraq if he were President. "I'm not voting for Kerry because he's not gonna be tough on terror" - I got news for you, Kerry gets a bad rap for falling on the wrong side of the first Iraq war and for his hippie bullshit in the sixties, but he's no fucking softy. He spent most of the 90's wanting after Iraq bad, and he's not likely to pussy out against terrorists. Social issues? Guess what - almost identical!! They're like twins. The Olsen twins, as it were. So what you have is a country divided angrily against itself over something that really isn't a divided issue. There's not much of a difference between Bush and Kerry when you get right down to it, but I'm sick of all the shit, all the anger, all the rage, the hostility. I'm sick of being insulted by both sides. I'm sick of the shallow superficiality of all of this. So I'm not fucking voting. "But Mike, people died so you could have the right to vote!! Not voting is unAmerican." Don't fucking tell me what's American. People died so I'd have the right to vote, but they also died so I'd have the freedom to make my own goddamn judgments about shit, and my own choices. And I choose not to vote, just like Jerry Seinfeld chose not to run.
Thank you ever so much to Mike Mularkey for making McGahee the starter and putting the ape-ish pedophile on the bench where he belongs. As long as McGahee stays healthy, we should get to see some quality running - not Henry's bullshit interpretation of it (i.e. "I'm going to close my eyes and run straight forward into the defenders).
Good to see Bledsoe defending himself in yesterday's paper. His greatest shortcoming as a professional athlete is his passiveness, on the field and off. Its been painful to watch him take the fall for a shitty team, and a badly coached one at that. His remarks yesterday were only the beginning of what he needs to do.
Hockey's lockout is proving to be the final nail in the coffin that is my belief in god. There is the old cliche' - if God exists, why does he let bad things happen? Well, this is quite possibly the worst of it. Take a depressed, miserable, borderline alcoholic like myself - I don't ask for much ... just some hockey. Just a chance to watch the Sabres for a few months out of the year. That's all. And yet, I've been senselessly deprived of it. The one thing that makes me happy - gone! Woe! Agony! Misery! So ... in the words of Nietzsche ... god is dead! Just a character in a Hebrew novel, and if it comes to that, I'd rather worship Huckleberry Finn.
A list of dead people I'd like to have a beer with, in no particular order:
- Ernest Hemingway and/or Billy Faulkner
- Dean Martin
- James Dean
- Miles Davis
- Ol' Sachmo
- Nicole Brown Simpson (this may surprise you, but it shouldn't. Would you pass up an oppurtunity to ask her who the real killer was?)
- Robert Frost (word is, he was a mean son of a bitch)
- Jim Morrison
- Jean-Paul Sartre (nihilist philosopher)
- Ray Charles
- Jerry Lee Louis (but Mike! He's not dead! Yah, but you know its coming, and that bastard was one crazy mother fucker.)
- William Blake (the writer)
- Rodney Dangerfield
There's a ton more, but no point in going on forever. This, by the way, is a good topic for any comments you might wish to leave. What dead persons would you like to have a beer with and, if applicable, why?
In my previous blog I compared Bush to the elf from Rudolph that wants to be a dentist. I will stick by it, but I would like to additionally posit the notion that Bush bears certain resemblances to the Hamburgler as well. Just occured to me.
Ummm.....aw, goddamnit...there was something else I wanted to address in this blog but I can't seem to remember it. Let me think for a minute. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Uhhh, what was it now? Hmm. Ah, fuck it. I can't remember. It was probably something really good too. Oh well.
Leave a comment, chumps. DON'T MAKE ME BEG!
Arreviderci ...
Il Pazzo
"His genius is not for sale. He is a free man among parasites who hate him and punish him with poverty and neglect."
Well, you will now. Because while I was sitting in class, contemplating strange and terrible things, it suddenly hit me like twenty-seven tons of bricks - I could make a CD!! I could smack all the Elvis-knockers upside the head with a single disk that would show a side of Elvis few remember. I'm not talking "Teddy Bear" Elvis, or "Don't be Cruel" Elvis - though that Elvis was still pretty damn good. No, I'm talking all the studio shit you've never heard on the radio. Elvis singing the blues. Elvis taking rock in new directions. Elvis singing music that could still be relevant today if they ever fucking dug it out and let you hear it. Songs like "One Night of Sin," or "Fool, Fool, Fool," or "Fever." We're not talking 60's Elvis doing ridiculous movies and singing "Song of the Shrimp" or "Shake that Tambourine." And we're certainly not talking drug-riddled, full blown insane, fat and bloated Elvis practically singing Opera in the 70's. No, we're talking Elvis at the beginning - some of it before he even exploded onto the national scene, some of it after. Elvis screaming into the microphone, not dropping his voice real low which would eventually become his trademark. If you know the song "Heartbreak Hotel" - picture a whole CD of that! Its a terrific combination of blues and early rock, and it shows Elvis unchained, so to speak. Elvis unpolished. Elvis at his very fucking best, and the reason why he truly is the King, and why the Beatles could never touch him. I'm making my own CD first - about 25 songs or so, but for the non-believers (this means you JB, and AO) I'm making an abbreviated disc of the very, very best...maybe ten songs or so. You will be dumbfounded and you will apologize to me for being so naive!!
Congratulations to the Sox. And thank god baseball is over for a few months.
It is now officially official. I am NOT voting in this election. I've toyed with the idea for some time, but decided once and for all to just say fuck it. So ... FUCK IT! People love to try and put a positive spin on all this bullshit and say, "Hey, this is democracy at its best!" Fuck that. This, my fine feathered friends, is democracy at its very, very worst. We the people are being literally bombarded with constant rhetoric and half-truths and misinterpretations (bullshit #1). However ... as if this were not somehow bad enough ... we choose to soak up this horseshit and believe it (bullshit #2). And then the worst part is this - we take all this crap and we repeat it and adopt it as doctrine and actually have the fucking arrogance to get hostile and vicious about it (bullshit #3). Its an angry fucking country, divided irreducably between Bush and Kerry, but lets face the truth ... we're divided between righties and lefties. It doesn't matter whose running any more. It might as well be Elmer Fudd vs. Lear's Fool. Or the cookie-crisp burglar vs. a doberman pincher. With all the coverage these things get in our contemporary network culture, more and more stupid fucks are being given access to a little bit of this and a little bit of that, so instead of having to get some kind of grasp on truths and what's really at stake, they can just repeat what they've been spoon fed and act like they know. I love people who say things like - "I'm against so and so because my big issue is the defecit or spending for education or some other nonsense." Don't get me wrong, there's people who have legitimate reasons to worry about such things, i.e. teachers, and so on, but I get a good laugh when some random bullshitter picks an issue spontaneously and feigns concern over it. Pompous ass!
And what do they know? "I disagree with Bush because he misled us into a war, so I'm voting for Kerry" - I got news for you, Kerry wanted to go into Iraq and take Saddam out as early as '98 - he called Clinton a coward for not addressing the issue, and he's said many times he would have gone to Iraq if he were President. "I'm not voting for Kerry because he's not gonna be tough on terror" - I got news for you, Kerry gets a bad rap for falling on the wrong side of the first Iraq war and for his hippie bullshit in the sixties, but he's no fucking softy. He spent most of the 90's wanting after Iraq bad, and he's not likely to pussy out against terrorists. Social issues? Guess what - almost identical!! They're like twins. The Olsen twins, as it were. So what you have is a country divided angrily against itself over something that really isn't a divided issue. There's not much of a difference between Bush and Kerry when you get right down to it, but I'm sick of all the shit, all the anger, all the rage, the hostility. I'm sick of being insulted by both sides. I'm sick of the shallow superficiality of all of this. So I'm not fucking voting. "But Mike, people died so you could have the right to vote!! Not voting is unAmerican." Don't fucking tell me what's American. People died so I'd have the right to vote, but they also died so I'd have the freedom to make my own goddamn judgments about shit, and my own choices. And I choose not to vote, just like Jerry Seinfeld chose not to run.
Thank you ever so much to Mike Mularkey for making McGahee the starter and putting the ape-ish pedophile on the bench where he belongs. As long as McGahee stays healthy, we should get to see some quality running - not Henry's bullshit interpretation of it (i.e. "I'm going to close my eyes and run straight forward into the defenders).
Good to see Bledsoe defending himself in yesterday's paper. His greatest shortcoming as a professional athlete is his passiveness, on the field and off. Its been painful to watch him take the fall for a shitty team, and a badly coached one at that. His remarks yesterday were only the beginning of what he needs to do.
Hockey's lockout is proving to be the final nail in the coffin that is my belief in god. There is the old cliche' - if God exists, why does he let bad things happen? Well, this is quite possibly the worst of it. Take a depressed, miserable, borderline alcoholic like myself - I don't ask for much ... just some hockey. Just a chance to watch the Sabres for a few months out of the year. That's all. And yet, I've been senselessly deprived of it. The one thing that makes me happy - gone! Woe! Agony! Misery! So ... in the words of Nietzsche ... god is dead! Just a character in a Hebrew novel, and if it comes to that, I'd rather worship Huckleberry Finn.
A list of dead people I'd like to have a beer with, in no particular order:
- Ernest Hemingway and/or Billy Faulkner
- Dean Martin
- James Dean
- Miles Davis
- Ol' Sachmo
- Nicole Brown Simpson (this may surprise you, but it shouldn't. Would you pass up an oppurtunity to ask her who the real killer was?)
- Robert Frost (word is, he was a mean son of a bitch)
- Jim Morrison
- Jean-Paul Sartre (nihilist philosopher)
- Ray Charles
- Jerry Lee Louis (but Mike! He's not dead! Yah, but you know its coming, and that bastard was one crazy mother fucker.)
- William Blake (the writer)
- Rodney Dangerfield
There's a ton more, but no point in going on forever. This, by the way, is a good topic for any comments you might wish to leave. What dead persons would you like to have a beer with and, if applicable, why?
In my previous blog I compared Bush to the elf from Rudolph that wants to be a dentist. I will stick by it, but I would like to additionally posit the notion that Bush bears certain resemblances to the Hamburgler as well. Just occured to me.
Ummm.....aw, goddamnit...there was something else I wanted to address in this blog but I can't seem to remember it. Let me think for a minute. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Uhhh, what was it now? Hmm. Ah, fuck it. I can't remember. It was probably something really good too. Oh well.
Leave a comment, chumps. DON'T MAKE ME BEG!
Arreviderci ...
Il Pazzo
"His genius is not for sale. He is a free man among parasites who hate him and punish him with poverty and neglect."
posted by Il Pazzo @ 2:31 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:42 PM,
Anonymous said…
I'd have to assume that I'm AO since I've always asserted my dislike of Elvis. I must say I'm flattered to have made the blog. I have heard the older stuff and would have to agree that it is good. On that note I must also say that I prefer the original versions by the black blues singers. I do have to credit Elvis with creating the rock and roll sound by making those old blues songs whiter. I plan on teaching this to my 7th graders and am therefore excited that Mike will be doing all of the work of compiling this CD b/c it will save me the work of finding old elvis songs myself. Dead people I'd like to have a beer with: Mozart,Jimi Hendrix
Andrea
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