Blisstortion

Searching for Satori...then twisting it to 11

 

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Sat Jul 4
stfumarrieds: bwa ha ha ha ha….I’m so old and married and out of it!   the antipode of this:  http://www.latfh.com/

stfumarrieds:

bwa ha ha ha ha….I’m so old and married and out of it!  

the antipode of this:  http://www.latfh.com/

Thu Jul 2
If anyone can pull this off it will be him. Superb physical gifts, the finest modern training methods available (cough)  and a sociopathic winners ego…My money is on Lance to win (or at worst podium) The Tour de France, which begins Saturday.

If anyone can pull this off it will be him.

Superb physical gifts, the finest modern training methods available (cough)  and a sociopathic winners ego…My money is on Lance to win (or at worst podium) The Tour de France, which begins Saturday.

fuckyeahtattoos: mariess: “you rock” “you rule”

fuckyeahtattoos:

mariess: “you rock” “you rule”

She is the gift that keeps on giving, bless her frostbitten little brain.
She is the gift that keeps on giving, bless her frostbitten little brain.
Wed Jul 1
Karl Malden, Marlon Brando and Eva Marie Saint in Elia Kazan’s “On The Waterfront”
Karl Malden, Marlon Brando and Eva Marie Saint in Elia Kazan’s “On The Waterfront”

Altered Images - Don’t Talk To Me About Love

Gregory’s Girl:  Clare Grogan and Altered Images in 1983 on Britains Top of the Pops.  Lip-sync heaven of course, but weren’t these Scots “OT” (Original Twees)?  I would play Killing Joke and Black Flag loud (for manhood’s sake), but what a secret crush I had on Clare with her baby girl voice and 80’s boy cut. A perfect euro-pop moment in time.

Tue Jun 30

Lobo: “I’d Love You To Want Me”

Summer of 72 and the babysitters (hey I was 10)  all loved Lobo.  A pleading, plaintive melody  with a swelling chorus made to hum out of an AM transistor radio, while sitting on the front steps, smoking Winstons and Marlboro reds and talking bout boys. More about Roland Kent Lavoie here

Sun Jun 21
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Happy Fathers Day.  


Close your eyes, play the great one hit wonder groove of “Express” and focus on the word of the day…


Seek.

Fri Jun 19
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You know, back in 1980/81, in the full violent raging of my attempts at collegiate re-invention,  The Clash were a touchstone.  Now we are all creatures of our time, and claiming the “only band that matters” as yours is as much a “past expiration” stamp as Be Bop a Lula, or Shake it Sugaree, or Ice Ice Baby. I’m old, and while I’m still constantly looking for new music, what I seek still falls in the narrow confines of late century rockism.  I could prattle on on how most modern pop sounds video game inspired, with even the urgency of classic hip hop (classic: meaning the earlier stuff that I like) diluted to focus group targeted, autotuned, mallpaper audio. Anyhow I gave Sandinista a fair enough thrashing through when it first came out; I’m sure that most of my friends were sick of hearing me spin it from my dorm room. Quantifiably? Well it was 3 lp discs so it HAD to be their best-right?  Listening to it now I’m impressed by the heavy dub, stoned-in-the studio, undercurrent.  And the airy, whisperiness to Mick Jones vocals on his alotted tracks (like “Somebody got Murdered” posted here)  None of the barked sloganeering of Joe Strummer; more like the McCartney to Strummers’ Lennon circa the White Album.  I used to agree with those who said that “theres one great album out of the three discs of material”  but today I’m totally sucked in by the production, the brightness of the music coming though the Lee Perry/Ganja dub echo.  Smart music that you can feel rather than think about.  Thanks again boyos.
Wed Jun 17
Summer in the city ( Almost )
Summer in the city ( Almost )

A Celebration of Ordinariness

…Vladimir Nabokov once said that the purpose of storytelling is “to portray ordinary objects as they will be reflected in the kindly mirrors of future times; to find in the objects around us the fragrant tenderness that only posterity will discern and appreciate in far-off times when every trifle of our plain everyday life will become exquisite and festive in its own right: the times when a man who might put on the most ordinary jacket of today will be dressed up for an elegant masquerade.”

From NYT OpEd 6/16/09 “But Always Meeting Ourselves”

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/16/opinion/16mccann.html?_r=1&em

So flash forward about 40 years to Seinfeld/David and the “show about nothing”. Not saying that Seinfeld was high art. (not that there’s anything wrong with high art) Storytelling though, lifting the mundane to the sublime through the act of recording and retelling.

Tue Jun 16
I still believe in Christopher Hitchens. And If I could I would commission a Tony Millionaire drawing as a new tattoo.

I still believe in Christopher Hitchens.

And If I could I would commission a Tony Millionaire drawing as a new tattoo.

"my Ayn Rand crap for your commie pinko crap"

A classic Craigslist post from 2003:

“any time i’d start reading one of them, my mom would say that i was acting like an asshole”