sitting on the edge of the sandbox, biting my tongue

August 30, 2014

Such a Rip-Off

Filed under: music, politics — Tags: , — edge of the sandbox @ 11:19 pm

The President got a tan suit?  At least it’s not a burgundy beard! [With a false start]:

In other news, I’m moving and have no time to post anything else.  Marc Bolan recorded some good packing and cleaning music.

August 21, 2014

In Honor of Media Instigators of #Ferguson Riots

Filed under: music, politics — Tags: , , , , — edge of the sandbox @ 8:57 pm

I am a suburban homeboy with a suburban ‘ho right by my side
I am a suburban homeboy and I say yo dog to my pool cleaning guy
I hope I’m baggy enough for them
I play my Shaggy enough for them
I’ll pop a cap up some fool at the Gap
‘Cause I’m a suburban homeboy

I am a suburban homeboy with a suburban ho right by my side
I am a suburban homeboy and I say yo’ dog to my detailing guy
I bought me cornrows on Amazon
I started listening to Farrakhan
My caddy and me he looks just like Jay-Z
And I’m a suburban homeboy

I am a suburban homeboy with a suburban ho right by my side
She’s known as Miss Missy Tannenbaum and she’s one freak bitch, ain’t no lie
She’s from the projects in St. Tropez
She looks like Iverson in a way
She yo yo’s me and I yo yo her back
And I’m a suburban homeboy
She yo yo’s me and I yo yo her back
And I’m a suburban homeboy
She yo yo’s me and I yo yo her back
And I’m a suburban homeboy

We are suburban homeboys
With our suburban ho’s right by our sides
We are suburban homeboys and we say yo dog and we mean it, by God
We’ve got an old school mentality
Oxford and Cambridge mentality
Props to our peeps and please keep your receipts
And we are suburban homeboys
Props to our peeps and please keep your receipts
And we are suburban homeboys
Props to our peeps and please keep your receipts
And we are suburban homeboys
Props to our peeps and please keep your receipts
And we are suburban homeboys

June 12, 2014

Queen of The Rock — Will You Help Me Roll?

Filed under: music — Tags: — edge of the sandbox @ 11:59 am

It’s almost Friday, and so…

February 26, 2014

Frontiers in Creepiness

Filed under: music — Tags: — edge of the sandbox @ 10:01 am

Possibly the creepiest song ever:

Anyhow, I find it creepy

February 12, 2014

Sourcing A Quote

Filed under: music, politics — Tags: , , — edge of the sandbox @ 10:15 pm

A few days ago Blackmailers Don’t Shoot posted videos of The Misfits and Circle Jerks, which made me want to post a punk video.  To be topical, I’m going to make it “do They Owe Us a Living?” by the British band Crass.  The song should be an anthem for Obama voters:

I think it’s ironic that whoever made the video put a poster of “I’m from the government, and I’m here to help” in it.

I thought that was a quote from a Reagan speech, but as it turned out, Ronaldus Maximus didn’t come up with that expression.  His language was “The nine most terrifying words in the English language are ‘I’m from the government, and I’m here to help””; the saying itself is folklore.

Still, I don’t think the anarchists are thinking it through.  Who is going to guarantee that “they” owe “us” a living if not the government?

October 31, 2013

Linger On

Filed under: music, politics — Tags: , , , — edge of the sandbox @ 10:04 pm

The Velvet Underground was one side project of Any Warhol that lasted longer than 15 minutes.  In the late 60’s they might had seemed no different from other hangers-ons at The Factory, a small-time band, by the standards of the time, but a decade and half later, when miscellaneous queens and junkies proved to be only as interesting as Andy wanted them to be, they were firmly established as contenders for most influential band in rock-n-roll history, inspiring punk, noise and glam.  As Brian Eno once said, “The first Velvet Underground album only sold 10,000 copies, but everyone who bought it formed a band.”

Lou Reed keeps generation X bohemians keep going well into their 40’s.  That they are not going to be the next Beatles was pretty obvious long time ago, but they are still holding out hope that they might turn out to be the next Velvet Underground.  How wrong they are!

As DH likes to say, the underground music scene today is dominated by idiot savants who, despite having very little formal training and despite not being particularly bright, benefit from an occasional burst of inspiration.  They might think that rock-n-roll is easy because somebody like Reed made it simple and dirty.  But Reed had a jazz background and honors degree from Syracuse University, so he had the tools to do minimalism right.

He was a quintessential tortured artist, literally so.  As a teenager Reed had to undergo electroshock therapy for fooling around with men.  It’s often said that Reed was bisexual, but the proprietor of this blog strongly suspects that while female bisexuality is very common, men are either gay or straight.  Although it’s possible that, in his usual fashion, Reed only wanted to be provocative, he himself stated that he invented his bisexual personae for marketing purposes.  He came out as a straight man in 1978, shortly before AIDS made headlines across the world.

None of it justifies giving ETC to minors.  It’s fair to say that some of the early battles of culture wars made imprints on Lou Reed’s gray matter… after which the musician himself did considerable damage to his mind and body.  He lived the life he sang about in his song.  Lou Reed went on rhapsodize the seediest corners of pre-Guiliani New York (the New York poised to return in case anyone gets nostalgic), in the meantime composing some of the most soul-wrenching and melodic songs of love and loss.  Fellow Mexifornians will appreciate the Spanish subtitles:

Lou Reed was pretty much a commie, but he did nevertheless inspired the Czech youth of the Cold War era.  Why some Western bands made it big in Eastern Europe is anyone’s guess.  A few relatively unknown Western offerings were promoted by socialist states with the goal of providing the Eastern Block youth with an opportunity to let some steam out.  Others penetrated the Iron Curtain purely by chance — a smuggled LP copied to reel that went viral.  Expatriates broadcasted popular music (from London, most notably) both reflecting the charts and responding to our tastes, which, by the mid-80’s, tended to be on the metal side. We knew established rock-n-rollers, like the Beatles or Led Zeppelin, of course, but all in all our knowledge of Western music was pretty random.

I was aware of Velvet Underground in my teens, but I don’t recall hearing the music until I immigrated.  I’m not entirely sure how the Czechs got to be into this cult New York band.  I know they were popularized by the Czech band The Plastic People of The Universe, along with Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart.  Captain Beefheart to this day remains an inside baseball kind of performer, so why were the Czechs cool enough to know him forty years ago?  Velvet Underground were big in Czechoslovakia after the failed Prague Spring of 1968, at the time they were playing in small clubs in the US.  Did The Plastic People find themselves in possession of one of these 10,000 records?

Velvet Underground helped the Czech dissidents keep their spirits high in the years between the Prague Spring and the Velvet Revolution of 1989, the later event named after you guess what band.  The first Czech president and a well-known playwright Vaclav Havel spoke of the liberating power of rock-n-roll — it contained the message of personal freedom.  The political transformation of Eastern Europe was possible, in part, because so many Eastern European bohemians looked at Western bohemian degenerates with awe.  I wouldn’t hold my breath in re Middle Eastern degenerates like Bin Laden following the suit.

Lou Reed passed away last week, at the age of 71, and, I think, he himself was surprised just how long he lasted.  He lived long enough to see his musical legacy grow, to see his music change the world (or at least a corner of the world), drag queens become boring, Andy Warhol become the highest-selling artist of the year.  In a particularly surreal episode, on Havel’s insistence, Bill Clinton invited the old perv to the White House in the midst of the Lewinsky scandal.  Havel and Reed instantly struck a friendship, and there was no political fallout for Clinton.  Lou Reed became the establishment.

Vaclav Havel (left) meets Lou Reed (second on the left) at the White House in 1998. Architect of Hillarycare and the Benghazi debacle on right

I’m pretty sure Reed didn’t too terribly mind being invited to various red carpet events, and he certainly savored any opportunity to irritate the press.  But while he was pretty comfortable being part of the establishment, I’m not sure why we need establishment figures like Lou Reed.  When putting together a song list for our wedding, we briefly entertained including “Perfect Day”.  We had to X it out eventually because, after being featured in “Trainspotting”, it was all but impossible the song from heroin.  We played no Velvet Underground.  It is, however, a great song:

UPDATE: The best obituary to date by Robert Dean Lurie

July 24, 2013

Kurt Cobain Speaking From The Grave

Filed under: journalism, music, politics — Tags: , — edge of the sandbox @ 9:41 pm

The come hither portrait of Dzhokar Tsarnaev gracing the latest cover of The Rolling Stone made me think of their first Nirvana cover.

Kurt Cobain scribbled “corporate magazines still suck” on his t-shirt.  Suck: as opposed to underground zine reading which is never a waste of time.  The editors of this particular corporate bi-weekly scored big with this willing display of punk rock authenticity

Back then I thought that the band wanted to have its cake and eat it too: to be commercially successful while currying favors with the people who resent success.  Now I see that Cobain was practically clairvoyant.  Not because his running around and incessantly talking of suicide somehow foreshadowed his own death, but because, gosh, Rolling Stone does suck.  Then and now (and always) they are creating controversies out of thin air.

What does the younger Tsarnaev has to do with music?  He’s not a performer; he wasn’t an underground cult figure prior to the Boston massacre.  After the bombing, sure, he did develop a following of “girls” in polyester rompers.  The irony of it is, he probably listens to some kind of Eurotrash — or Mideast themed Eurotrash — the kind of music that’s supposed to be an instant turn off to his groupies… if he wasn’t a murderous cult figure, that is.

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