and now ladies and gentleman, time for a bit of violent comedy. here we see uk rock fans taking in the double platinum selling tripe that is Panic! at the Disco on some seemingly ordinary afternoon in the countryside. well taking it in isn't all they're doing. a bit of the hyperviolence to give the music some snap, crackle, and pop. Carling to the face fucker that's how we get down in Birmingham. gotta love the UK's wholesale rejection of tweemo (a similar incident, though less satisfyingly violent, befell Gerard Way and My Chemical Romance).
i heard about this incident not too long ago, yet it never occured to me to search for a video of it. god bless the omnipotence of youtube.
so yeah, like, i was at this Panic! show last summer, and like, some guy, like totally threw a beer bottle at Brendon's head. So uncool! Yeah. like, he fell down and was knocked out and we were, like, all worrying and like, a few people cried. but then we started cheering. just like, cheering Panic! Panic! Panic! at the top of our lungs, and Brendon got up. It was so cool. I hope the police got that asshole.
pussy. couldn't have happened to a better guy. my disgust with this whole scene reached its zenith yesterday or two days ago, when i convinced myself that reading the Rolling Stone cover story on "Panic!" would somehow prove rewarding, if only for a laugh. i got about a few paragraphs deep when i slammed head on at 120mph into a reference to the guitarist not having time for lunch because he spent the afternoon packing his Dior bag. jesus.
so there he is on the ground. you see him? bleeding? poss not def. surrounded by his bandmates and hangers on, maybe some security. stay down. don't bother getting up. fight's over.
many moons ago, yeah yeah yeahs frontwoman karen o was playing an intimate gig in New York when an overhead stage monitor came crashing down unexpectedly. fortunately for the monitor, ms. o broke its fall. after regrouping for a few minutes, she shot up, dusted herself off and got right back to raging out.
and isn't that what it's all about? the rage. something the mainstream these days seems to know little (or nothing) of. so let it be heard, across the land. a decree. death to the cubes, the highlighters, and the neon stripes and checkered throngs of hopeless hipsters, and the boys in girls' jeans. death to the fray, the conglomerate, and the mogul. death to the bastard offspring of the real lovers and fighters. death to the whole pussyfied batallion, the dullards and the phillistines burning up our oxygen. get off our fucking porch. we don't want what you're selling.
vive le cirque.
Politicians in this country sure can spew some bullshit. It's amazing to me how some of these stupid mother fuckers can be so fucking ignorant. It's like they choose to ignore the obvious and shoot logic to hell. I don't want to get topic specific, I'm not afraid what so ever that I can't completely stomp some of their practiced bullshit rhetoric, it's just that there’s so many fucking factors in each argument that I recognize that makes me a sane person, whereas they choose to ignore these factors and everything and so on. If you ever have any hope instilled for this or any country, hold that close and tight, but for fucks sake don't turn on CBS.
What would be the worldwide implications if no one lied and everyone spoke their feelings? We'd live in a world possibly more fucked up than the current one. I think we would find out in about five minutes that human nature is truly evil. Inside of all of us, inside the warm flesh and smiles, bouncing around like bunnies, there is a fucking evil solid black core that could burn through granite. I mean, consider this. Our bodies and being are simply extensions of primarily the brain, which is a product of greed. Every cell in the body cooperates with another for the benefit of the entire body but I believe that to be irrelevant. The blueprint, the operating system of a cell is DNA. The only purpose of DNA is replicate consume WIN. Self benefit. Survival of the fittest. So whether you like it or not (or maybe you've embraced it, you sick fuck. I like how you think. Lets get together sometime over a drink and some friendly neighborhood violence. How grandiose.) you are a festering programmed lump of greed. Self benefit, fuck the world, I'm trying to skeet all over place. The civilization of humanity is a complete myth. I'm not helping you climb the ladder, I'm busy climbing my own, and in all honestly I'll push your shit over when you're on the top rung if I can justify the benefits. Sickly breeding humans we are. Stupider and more greedy were getting by the minute and yet were breeding and creating more intolerant whining children at every fucking tick of the second hand. The wise are going crazy and dying off, written off in pathetic heartfelt eulogies across the land and they're being replaced by scrubs I tell you. An irreversible generation of waste we are.
Goddammit have I made any sense? Do I even care? Here I am sitting at my fucking computer making no difference in anything bitching about god knows what and when. I'm just waiting for next moment in life that grabs me by the wrists and slaps me in the face and says boy this is the essence, this is the shit life is all about. A couple weeks ago the stuff that was most gripping for me was some real hard, scary dangerous shit. But those habits are being kicked to the curb slowly (slowly) and life is becoming more about subtle moments. Seeing a hot girl and wanting to fuck her for example. Thinking about when life was great in the past. Some bullshit childhood memory when everything was perfect in your little microcosm of an existence. Hearing some lick or two of brilliance inside a song. Hearing some mother fucker play guitar like his momma just died makes hot blood pump to the center of my head and just makes me forget about all the pain, agony and hatred that consumes all the so called good left in the world.
So what the fuck. Happiness is a bold faced lie and just builds you up to fall farther when shit does crumble. Happiness is a motherfucker but it's great. And darkness is the essence, the truth, reality but it's no way to live. Too much darkness and you'll blast your head open with the Makarov you keep in your closet. Love is torturous and loneliness is the motherfucker of all motherfuckers. The best way thing I can think of, at least what to do to keep sane is to mix pleasure with the sickest most disturbing shit I can fathom. When I'm having a nice intelligent conversation with someone, I smile and nod to tell them everythings great, but I'm really thinking about killing endangered animals with a spiked club and getting blood all over my pants. When I enjoy the serenity of wilderness I remind myself to think of dousing gas all over it and burning it to the fucking ground then laying down and doing drugs on the ashes. When I'm in the intimacy of an extremely intense sexual experience I think about cutting babies open, stepping in dog shit and planes crashing. No survivors here. Its the same story as last week when little Johnny got drunk and crashed his parents Benz into a goddam tree. You knew he couldn't handle it and you gave him the fucking keys anyway. Nice job. Now go masturbate to crummy internet smut and spread your fucking worthless seed into a napkin so nothing good ever comes of it.
I hate you.
1-31-07 11:17 pm eastern
for the contributors (contributors-to-be) in particular. i need to figure out how to apply a tiled image as the background for our project. i am, in effect, an imbecile, and after looking over the html/css tutorials, am helpless as a newborn bird. preferably i'd like the album cover to windowlicker to serve as the backdrop to our emerging lunacy. holla back youngin.
The long awaited follow-up to Versailles multi-instrumentalists Jean-Benoit Dunckel and Nicolas Godin's (the tandem better known as Air) 2004 full length Talkie Walkie is on the horizon. Big things, real big things. Kinda like Nigel Godrich at the boards, guest spots from the likes of Charlotte Gainsborough (daughter of Air influence Serge Gainsborough, the legendary French musician and iconoclast who torched a 500 franc note on live TV). If the leading single "Once Upon A Time" is any indication, "Pocket Symphony" will be something truly spectacular, a combination of the best musical elements of Moon Safari, Premiers Symptomes, 10,000 Hz Legend, and Talkie Walkie.
Perfect for lounging against the bay window on a hazy Sunday afternoon, sucking down Gitanes and sipping amaretto, digesting Bonjour Tristesse as you contemplate nothing in particular.
The single's available on iTunes January 29th in the US/UK, but available here (http://www.hatesomethingbeautiful.com/chat/viewtopic.php?p=31567along with companion single "Mer Du Japon" for the time being.
For those of you not familiar with Air, you've undoubtedly heard their music, be it "Playground Love" in a Levi's ad, "Surfing on a Rocket" in the Nissan Armada commercials from a couple of years ago, or the entire score of Sofia Coppola's masterpiece "The Virgin Suicides." For the previously initiated, looks like Air will be mounting the American Invasion around April/May.
View the Pocket Symphony e-card here and see what's really hood.
Time Machine and I have been seriously entertaining the notion of trekking to Coachella this year. After listening to/hearing about the Daft Punk set from last year's festivities, I see no other choice than to suck it up and make the trip. Looking through the lineup, there wasn't a whole lot that I saw that I didn't like. !!!, Digitalism, Air, Arctic Monkeys, the Roots, Jarvis Cocker, Brazilian Girls, Peaches, Ghostface, Interpol, Jesus and Mary Chain, MSTRKRFT, Kings of Leon, The Rapture (who i'm very much looking forward to seeing next friday), Paul Van Dyk, and Klaxons, just to name a few. But one name really caught my eye, I mean really stoked my fire: Rage Against the Machine. Jesus Christ. Headliners. Confirmed by KROQ. I guess now there really isn't a choice. It's gonna be 1995 all over again.