Friend is a 4 letter word, an allusion to the fact that a large number of (but not all) English “swear words” are incidentally four-character long: burn motha fucka, burn! “Remembering that you’re going to die” is the safest way to stop doing boring things. Do we want a society that nauseous regarding death and sex?
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
“Memento mori” (Latin: “remember that you have to die”) is the medieval Latin Christian theory and practice of reflection on mortality, especially as a means of considering the vanity of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly goods and pursuits. Of course life and death should be defined.
My definition of death: normally, someone who’s dead won’t come back. Hence, life is just coming back from a place, a period in time or torture. Or maybe it’s a bad influence you have.
I’m a big fan of Steve Jobs, like many other people. I think his approach to computer science has helped make it available for a large audience. Simplifying is very hard (E=mc2): a person or an influence who’s dead won’t come back, unless you call the regulator.
I Will Follow
That song was featured in Seasons 3 and 6 of the television series Dawson’s Creek, Silver Linings Playbook (film) and played over the closing credits of the Quentin Tarantino film Kill Bill: Volume 2. Just learned that the debut album from Shivaree was named “I Oughtta Give You a Shot in the Head for Making Me Live in This Dump”.
This song is considered by many music lovers to be a one-hit wonder (meaning it achieved mainstream popularity and success for a very short period of time, often for only one piece of work, and becomes known among the general public solely for that momentary success); I found 2 covers though and they are both interesting to listen to, although they don’t add something really outstanding.
Shivaree was an Americana band formed in 1997 and disbanded 10 years later. The band takes its name from the Cajun term, “shivaree”, which means “drunken serenade” for a wedding. Shivaree officially separated in 2007 after a very brief promotional tour of their last album Tainted Love.
The band have mentioned their use of primarily Southern ideas and memes, and cite William Faulkner as an influence. After contract disagreements with their previous label, it appeared that the group would split up after their second album. However, an EP and another two albums later followed.
I Oughtta Give You a Shot in the Head…, is firmly in the mainstream of alternative rock in the late ’90s, fitting in nicely with adult alternative radio formats as well as straight-up alternative. The best of the songs are memorable, well-constructed, and performed with commitment; not everything here is a keeper, but overall, the album seems to signify that the band will develop and progress with its next release.
Shivaree’s band members were vocalist Ambrosia Parsley, keyboardist Danny McGough and guitarist Duke McVinnie. Parsley was due to release her solo debut album in the spring of 2011. McGough and McVinnie continue to work with other artists by playing and producing separately. Make sure to check the other covers: Vidar Busk and Elegant Too.
House of the Rising Sun
The Hollywood scandal at the moment is turning the social media into a freak show. Once I read that dignity wants the truth. Here’s mine: maybe you’re going to die or maybe you’re going to regulate yourself? Is it that shocking that some people abuse their power? It comes as no surprise.
My torturer is still here, and he tortured a lot more people now. My entourage has been very quiet about that but you can tell by the way I’m paralysed and suffocating that a chemical weapon was used on my 17 year old self. Who are these men of power, innuendo and vulgarity? Rip off the mask, and let’s see: maybe he suffered from a thyroid problem and didn’t think that women would be interested in him?
Thyroid is a fundamental gland located in the neck and troubles can really get you tired and nauseous. What I witnessed from man and women relationships is that you will blow it all at the “high hopes” arcade. We’re trying to find our way through the rain and the steam and music is my choice for understanding the world and the news.
Who will comfort you in times of trouble? Who will comfort you when you have to work harder than others on simple things? Like love. Like moving on with your life without leaving a trail of happiness and misery. Again, I’m thinking of practicing “knee hygiene”, like if you were a part of something bigger (oceanic feeling).
Strange Kind of Woman
Women aren’t faking this: that’s not their name. Can you stand still when you witness injustice? That Hollywood big shot is not the first person to abuse their power. Shnek pain (shoulders and neck) and dirty love is something we all know. Love should be constructive, not destructive.
It seems the first one might push you into thinking of suicide or excessive generalisation. Those who don’t know what it’s like to love somebody don’t think like other people. I guess we all suffered from love, when I was young that was a very painful experience and I decided to temper my emotions.
Don’t be a victim of a foolish heart, apply some love. I like the way women started to talk about their dirty pigs, it helps regulate our emotions (i’m thinking of the movie The Mask, a 1994 American superhero fantasy comedy film, with Jim Carrey, where he would go crazy over Cameron Diaz).
Don’t know why, there’s no dignity in the sky. Dignity wants the truth, and information we get is that someone in power abused it to get sexually to someone. Someone used a chemotherapy (medicine) for war purpose.
Let me say it again: one can seriously meditate on allopathy (chemical drugs), who will gag the disease instead of making sense out of it. Nobody knows where it all began, this story about women and men; but the nature of the real pain, you never wanna feel that way again. “I like dirt” seems at the heart of all the problems.
Would you surrender to the dragon in your dreams? What if you had dreamed you were an eskimo and that your mother told you “be careful with that person, you know he/she’s no good”. The heart doesn’t lie, that’s why in ancient times they were houses specialised in simplifying men and women relationships.
The heart knows the difference between an ass hole and human person. If I had a lover, I would like him or her to be there when I’m down; not cut me open like a knife when I’m tired. You’re not the only one…
The story takes a twist. Regarding the Hollywood scandal, I think that desperation is a tender trap. It gets you every time. Her lips say something, her movement something else. When you think about body language, you can’t ignore the fact that an apple a day is not sufficient.
I’m so glad to write that blog, got to tell the world I am and maybe I will evolve in giving insights about the news with musical information. Of course, if women want to turn our lives into a freak show, if nobody really knows the truth from the lies, we might end up generalising.
We used to do that when we were young, but in a funny way (all women are stupid, except my mum!) Now, the magic has gone, and everybody wants to walk away. This way of life, put humanity to the test: what did you expect?
I expected my fundamental rights to be respected, like secret of correspondence, physical integrity and dignity. Men are not born equal, it’s in the way that you use it. I hear you: make the best of the situation, before we settle for a vibrator.
Usually, people that are awkward have feelings of guilt and shame on important topics, like the line you should draw between love and hate, or chemical weapons in Syria and Iraq.
President Obama drew a line and criminals are betting on the indifference of other nations. That’s why I’m writing this blog also, because I’m tired of Facebook and those funny 140 characters long messages.
Didn’t Mean to Turn You On
When we come out of the movie, numb of all the pain, we will realise that it’s no secret that the Earth revolves around the sun and that abuse of power is inherent to people in authority position. With that blog, I have a chance to demonstrate my musical knowledge. And sometimes I wonder if what I’m writing is appropriate to the audience.
Information is critical and do you really want to be indifferent forever? Syria, Iraq, Vietnam, Cambodia, Spain, WW2. People don’t realise that WW3 happened, but journalists are not covering it correctly. How many times have we seen a leader losing its grip on his country?
The leader is the driver, and the passengers are all dead. Is that normal? Now we’re talking about a Hollywood scandal where women receive indecent propositions. But what about chemical weapons? What about attrition warfare?
Don’t get me wrong, I respect women and I would say: “don’t let the bastards grind you down”. I’m considering quitting Facebook just because of the butcher in Syria. “Fresh meat”, that might be their motto.
Somebody’s Watching Me
I always feel like it’s always the same old stories, and we have no real information: cigarettes are bad, watch out for alcohol, people harass women and men wonder if their wives will turn them in. The real question is: El Michels Affair, aka what the fuck are you doing?
Do you really think that smoking is that dangerous? What about crossing a street? What about plane crashes? What about a bad doctor that makes you ill for 5 years? Hygiene must be constant because the body doesn’t resist and young people bodies are very reactive.
It’s no secret that remembering you’re going to die and that sex is paramount can give nausea. Let’s define sex: it’s just a matter of projects. After finishing a project, there is usually a period where you wonder if it will stand the test of time.
But if every 3 days you are being harassed in the subway, the problem is you; not the other people. This is called adaptation. It isn’t an exact science but if every 3 days, you have problems, I hate to say it, it’s hard to say it: it’s probably you.
Advice for the Young at Heart
Soon, we will be over this. What are we going to do? There is a 2008 French comedy-drama with Louise Bourgoin and Fabrice Luchini, “The Girl from Monaco”; I remember the catchline: “have you ever wondered why we have sex?”
There is a 2002 French art psychological horror drama film called “Irreversible” with Monica Belluci: the film follows two men through the streets of Paris as they seek to avenge a brutally raped girlfriend. The truth is that women are creative and eccentric persons, and it is a man’s duty to be free of disorders (once I watched a funny sitcom, Spin City, and the woman said, “it is my duty as a woman that you do not reproduce”).
That woman was confused with men: she thought it had to do something with her mother’s vibrator and the fact she wanted to show and tell. Are we going to perform toxic analysis of that scandal: cocaine, heroine, acids, mushrooms, cigarettes, alcohol, sex, scandal journalism, and public lynching.
I read that journalism started in the 19th century as a mean to relate short news. Maybe that’s why today we also have people magazines. The answer is easy if you take it logically: one man’s loss is another man’s gain, meaning when someone gets an advantage from someone else’s bad luck.
That old funky feeling, down to my shoe. Remember, information on the vagus nerve (in other words, the heart) is located on knees and elbows (superb information) and on hands and feet (cosmic information). You ain’t been blue, till you get that mood indigo. And when you do, make sure to get a grip: Aerosmith, Guns ’n’ Roses or jazz maybe.
Once I had a coworker talking about another coworker saying he was fallowing, because he wanted to have sex but he couldn’t. Computer science is a full time job, like staying alive. Do you want to try to understand information effect on man?
For example, I read classic signs of inflammation involve loss of function. And that lack or excess can provoke imbalance of the heart, which is the most important organ according to Chinese medicine. Now, that’s what I call information, like when a French journalist (Jean-Marie Quenemer) calls President al-Assad “chemical Bachar”.
It seems some French people pursued the toxic artwork of Alois Brunner, the worst criminal of WW2 who was protected by al-Assad’s Syria. It’s hard to say it, I hate to say it: “The old world is dying, the new world is late and this half-light is creating monsters” (Antonio Gramsci).
If you want to live a happy life, make sure to come back. From that week in Vegas, from that horrible note in philosophy, from the pleasure and the pain. As far as I’m concerned, I can’t close my eyes, and if I do, I prefer to remain home. Otherwise I might crash my car aka my motivation. Setting goals is critical.
I have dear friends who are very supportive of that blog; they say content is awesome and I want to thank them. I don’t really like writing on the internet. My thing is music and songwriting: please go to my SoundCloud account and listen. Without music or love, where would you be now? And for the djing stuff, go to my playlists on MixCloud or SoundsGood.co!
My fingertips won’t fail me: #hollywood-swinging #attrition-warfare #chemical-weapons. There’s a code for humanity: hope! The heart is so heavy where I’m taking you. Maybe the decision is difficult to make?
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There’s a nail in the door
And there’s glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns
when you’re gone
There’s a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I’m all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can’t stand
What should I do I’m just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
So goodnight moon I want the sun
If it’s not here soon I might be done
No it won’t be too soon ’til I say
There’s a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbor
and he’s been watching me
And there’s footsteps loud
and strong coming down the hall
Something’s under the bed
Now it’s out in the hedge
There’s a big black crow
sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something
scratching through the wall