Only in dreams…
I just had the misfortune of hearing this song on my way back from the theater, and was so traumatized by its unspeakably bizarre nature, I felt compelled to pull over and listen to it again.
I think this kid is picking up where that chick ‘lord’ left off. What’s that’s song… ‘lemme be your ruuler… ruuuuuler… you can call me queen bee, something something.’ Same kind of stuff where the standard pop is so played out, everbody’s racing to come up with the next weirdest shit to lay claim to some hint of originality. And since it’s becoming harder and harder to be original, the music has to get weirder and weirder.
…glad that ended well… a life spent in misery isn’t really living.
happy birthday, uhmerica
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6u_bVcemiQ[/youtube]
Poofter’s Froth, Wyoming
March Eleven Sixty-Seven
Take a letter,
Ms. Abetter,
An’ our pigeons
Will be homing
To our jobbers in Dakota
And to Merwyn, Minnesota
This is merely just a note about
Performance to our quota
Well, we’ve all come out
To show dem,
An’ the Elks have helped us
Load 'em . . .
Little packets full of jackets
Little rackets, little rackets
Little Poofter-Cloth Appointments
Little Poofter’s Froth Anointments
Little hoods, little goods
Little doo-dads from the woods
The entire stock is shipping
(Oh, our shod is hardly slipping!)
To our markets of the world
Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!
T-shirt racks, rubber snacks,
Poster rolls with matching tacks,
Yes, a special beer for sports,
And paper cups that hold two quarts!
Everything a nation needs
For making hoopla while it feeds
The trash compactors, small reactors,
Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers
This is Buy-Cent-Any-All Salute (HYULK!)
Two hundred years have gone ka-poot!
(Ah but we have been astute!)
for anyone interested in learning how to mangle a traditional tango with jazz be-bop, the following demonstration will be useful…
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUyyALDnOzU[/youtube]
these were the best years of frank’s soloing. well i should say 69, from ‘hot rats’ forward, he stopped playing clean and started to dig in his gibson SG, pushing that sucker to its limits. in this solo (2:22) you can literally hear the pick-ups getting confused and overwhelmed by his vibrato bar use, muting and false harmonics. burn, muthafucker.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksnwEsPKO5s[/youtube]
Flash
AAAA-AHH!!
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXZDJwoYloI[/youtube]
remember this part? this track pwned every science fiction/action movie theme song of the whole 80s decade. you will rock… and don’t you ever forget it.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JmRM4LB3yc[/youtube]
‘oh well… who wants to live forever. hahahahaha… diiiiiive!!!’