Video 4 Oct

Бременские музыканты. Наши дни. (by tigfinger)


P.S. Your band sucks.

Photo 4 Oct NA Mannequin (by STML)

NA Mannequin (by STML)

Video 4 Oct

Dischord Records - Doing it wrong (by elmodernisto)


Dischord Records doing it wrong for decades now.

Photo 27 Aug 2,060 notes

(Source: wehdile)

Quote 27 Aug 24 notes
Avoid luxury, avoid debilitating prosperity which makes men’s minds soggy and which, unless something intervenes to remind them of the human condition, renders them comatose as in unending inebriation. If a man has always been protected from the wind by glass windows, if his feet have been kept warm by constant relays of poultices, if the temperature of his dining room has been maintained by hot air circulating under the floor and through the walls, he will be dangerously susceptible to a slight breeze. All excesses are injurious, but immoderate prosperity is the most dangerous of all. It affects the brain, it conjures empty fantasies up in the mind, and it befogs the distinction between true and false with a confusing cloud. Is it not better to endure everlasting misfortune, with virtue’s help, than to burst with endless and immoderate prosperity? Death by starvation comes gently, gluttony makes men explode.
—  Seneca (On Providence)
Video 6 Aug 5 notes

Kinda makes me want to take back all that rollerblade bashing I did when I was a teenager.

Kinda.

Photo 31 Jul
Video 31 Jul 8 notes

This Nick Cave thing is bordering on obsession.

But can any of the few here deny the raw power of:

I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar, and crush all your gingerbread men..

or my personal favorite:

…What’s this husband of yours ever given to you? Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen, and a brood of junky buck-toothed imbeciles, the ugliest fucking kids I’ve ever seen…

Sweet glorious-lawd! It’s getting hard to relax!

Text 28 Jul 3 notes The Village, The Boy and The Wolf

In the dark night
The Boy walked from the village into the woods
He stole meat from his neighbors
And carried it in a sack

On the outskirts of town he stripped down
He smeared the meat on his clothes and dragged them into the field
The Boy sought the Wolf
The Wolf came
The Boy knelt nude behind a tree

He watched his clothes torn to tatters
The Boy listened to the Wolf feed
The Village would weep
The Village would cry
The Village would mock the Boy no more

There in the darkness the Wolf would kill who he was to them
In the night
The Boy laughed
In the night
The Wolf’s head turned to face him

The Boy studied
The Boy stared
The Wolf knew Hunger
The Wolf had Desire
The Boy saw Death
and
The Boy looked away

He cowered
He shook
His trembling rustled the leaves
The stillness of the night betrayed him
The Boy forgot about the Village
He forgot about the night
He forgot about the chickens he had killed
To feed the Wolf
To kill himself
To hide from the villagers laughter

In the field the Boy stood
Nude
As the Wolf approached
He forgot about shame and pride and loss and pain
He saw only the Wolf’s eyes
He saw Darkness
He saw himself shaking and afraid
Echoed in time forever

He fell
Onto moist grass

The Wolf stood looking down on him
Again
The darkness of it’s eyes
The Truth of the eyes

Days painted black
Days stolen from the Wolf’s maw
The heat of the Boy’s face
Streamed with tears
The Boy was alive

The Wolf’s eyes
The Wolf’s breath
The Boy’s heart
Pounding
The Boy’s mind
Praying
There would be no savior
Emerging from the night sky
There would be no daylight

The Boy was given nothing
the Boy was prey
The Boy was a fleck of future darkness in a field of life
A forever scream of white noise waiting for death

The Wolf walked away
The Boy walked back to the Village
The Boy entered the Village
He stood before the Villagers
Nude
He stood before them
Covered in dirt, blood, and tears
He stood before
His teachers
His parents
His siblings

He had stolen from them
He had lied to them

But he did not fear them any longer

Quote 13 Jul 2 notes
Great paintings shouldn’t be in museums. Have you ever been in a museum? Museums are cemetaries. Paintings should be on the walls of restaurants, in dime stores, in gas stations, in men’s rooms. Great paintings should be where people hang out. The only thing where it’s happening is on radio and records, that’s where people hang out. You can’t see great paintings. You pay half a million and hang one in your house and one guest sees it. That’s not art. That’s a shame, a crime. Music is the only thing that’s in tune with what’s happening. It’s not in book form, it’s not on the stage. All this art they’ve been talking about is nonexistent. It just remains on the shelf. It doesn’t make anyone happier. Just think how many people would really feel great if they could see a Picasso in their daily diner. It’s not the bomb that has to go, man, it’s the museums.
— Bob Dylan in an interview
Quote 13 Jul 1 note
:I was doing fine, you know, singing and playing my guitar. It was a sure thing, don’t you understand, it was a sure thing. I was getting very bored with that. I couldn’t go out and play like that. I was thinking of quitting. Out front it was a sure thing. I knew what the audience was gonna do, how they would react. It was very automatic. Your mind just drifts unless you can find some way to get in there and remain totally there. It’s so much of a fight remaining totally there all by yourself. It takes too much. I’m not ready to cut that much out of my life. You can’t have nobody around. You can’t be bothered with anybody else’s world. And I like people.
—  Bob Dylan in an interview
Photo 17 Jun 2,153 notes tj:

Every time I see people arguing on the Internet…

tj:

Every time I see people arguing on the Internet…

(Source: pantslady)

Text 8 Jun

FROM THE GRAD SCHOOLYARD: THE DIARRHEA SONG.

BY JAKE SWEARINGEN, EDWARD FAIRCHILD, AND SAM KING


When you’re analyzing Joyce and your butthole has no choice: Diarrhea. Diarrhea.

When you’re paraphrasing Bloom and you’re stinking up the room: Diarrhea. Diarrhea.

When you’re quoting Schopenhauer and release a dirty shower: Diarrhea. Diarrhea.

When you’re citing Marcel Proust and you feel that doo-doo juice: Diarrhea. Diarrhea.

When you’re laughing at Voltaire and you flood your underwear: Diarrhea. Diarrhea.

Audio 5 Jun [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Podcast Number 002: We Shall Evolve Past Death // The Mountain Screamed in the Night


Track 01. OFF! — “Black Thoughts” — The First Four EP’s
Track 02. Bill Hicks — “Killer Idea” — Relentless
Track 03. Roky Erickson and the Explosives — “Don’t Shake Me Lucifer”— I Have Always Been Here Before
Track 04. James Brown — “Please Please Please” — Please Please Please
Track 05. Roky Erickson — “You Don’t Love Me Yet” — All That May Do My Rhyme
Track 06. Steve Martin — “One Way To Leave Your Lover” — Let’s Get Small
Track 07. Sunn O))) — “Death Becomes You” — Flight of the Behemoth
Track 08. OFF! — “Darkness” — The First Four EP’s
Track 09. Bill Hicks — “I Love My Job” — Dangerous

Played 16 times.
Text 29 May Drag Your Children Kicking and Screaming Into The Great Outdoors


Podcast / Mix Number #1

Featuring the following tracks for your perusal, amazement and stupefied wonder!

Birthday Party - Peel Sessions - “Loose”
Hair Police - Cetainty of Swarms - “Strict”
Fugazi - LIve At Irving Plaza -“Promises”
Gun Club - Fire of Love - “She’s Like Heroin to Me”
Iggy Pop - Kill City - Johanna”
Grinderman - Grinderman 2 - “Mickey Mouse and th Goodbye Man”
Kissing Booth - Demo #1 - “Polaroid Baby / Everybody Cries”
The Fall - The Complete Peel Sessions - “This Perfect Day”


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