If you haven't purchased Dance Mother by Telepathe, you are really missing the fuck out. This album will grow on you like Stockholm Syndrome. I have listened to this album on repeat for the last eight hours. Again, don't pay attention to the video itself. The song is amazing. As is the rest of the album.
Through voluntary or involuntary means, cynicism and abandonment prevail!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Merry Christmas! From The Reverend Glen Armstrong
I can't even explained how I stumbled upon this. This is fucking bananas. Cloned Santas, Elf rape, conspiracies. This is the pinnacle of holiday cheer.
http://blogfiles.wfmu.org/DP/2007/12/352_402_The_Reverend_Glen_Armstrong_-_Death_Of_An_Elf.mp3
http://blogfiles.wfmu.org/DP/2007/12/352_402_The_Reverend_Glen_Armstrong_-_Death_Of_An_Elf.mp3
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Human Beings Are Owed The World and Every Fucking Thing In It...Apparently.
My brother was complaining about his new cell phone and how there are some things that don't seem to be working. And he's all fucking angry about it, digressing to a junior high age level. I immediately thought of Louis CK's bit on technology. Its pretty poignant.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Austin, Texas & The Will To Live
I am pathetic. I write words...
The sky is damp coal.
It chews through the meditative air with the sound of a thousand cannons.
It's hair is legion.
Her lips are crimson glass.
Where a cigarette stays captive between them.
The ocean is falling down.
All she can see through the pouring fog is a parking lot.
Where a lunatic waits to recite funeral literature.
In the meantime, fucking in the back of a classic American car intensifies the crash.
©2009 D.B.
The sky is damp coal.
It chews through the meditative air with the sound of a thousand cannons.
It's hair is legion.
Her lips are crimson glass.
Where a cigarette stays captive between them.
The ocean is falling down.
All she can see through the pouring fog is a parking lot.
Where a lunatic waits to recite funeral literature.
In the meantime, fucking in the back of a classic American car intensifies the crash.
©2009 D.B.
Friday, December 11, 2009
The Legendary Bill Hicks
Do I really have to explain? He is up there with Carlin, Bruce, and Pryor.
The first clip is about marketing. The second is about fundamentalist Christians. And the last clip...well just see for yourself.
The first clip is about marketing. The second is about fundamentalist Christians. And the last clip...well just see for yourself.
I Am Become Death, Destroyer of Worlds
This is At Giza by Om. This is a 16 minute song, so I just posted the second half. And I only did that, because having the song end in the middle to view the next half breaks up the continuity of the song. Start to finish is really the way to listen to it.
Don't bother watching it. Just listen.
Don't bother watching it. Just listen.
Today Is The Day Where Anything Is Possible
This is really one of the best songs ever made.
A textured build up arises in its simplicity.
A textured build up arises in its simplicity.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
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