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| Snardbafulator | Jan 17 2015, 06:04 PM Post #1 |
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Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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Hey, not everything in life can be LaRouche and politics, right? Here's some stuff I really like that's way off the beaten track ... miRthkon: Snack(s) - The Song! From the burgeoning Oakland, CA avant garde rock scene, via Mills College. Sort of like Tool on steroids. The lyrics are less about recruiting into a cult than what consumer culture secretly whispers to its hapless captive audience. Favorite line in the lyrics: Self-validation's just a click away. Are you without a worldview? Then make do with what we shall imbue on you Follow our holey credo and forgo your pseudo notions hitherto To swallow your own libido you first must learn to chew with your mouth closed Just try it! You'll swear by it! The best one yet! Entitled by praise unbridled Who knew partaking's all that's asked of you? Enlightened by pearl placebos Self-validation's just a click away Thrust shrouded Vessel touted Ourobor ... ing The author of this non-story would not dare presume to register with you Why forage in allegory if all off-putting stones are left unturned? Redundantly a-priori quixotic figments spewed from my asshole Sleepytime Gorilla Museum: Formicary An acknowledged classic from the same scene, these guys are nearly impossible to describe (they call their music "rock against rock"), but dig that phat bass. They also build some of their own instruments from junkyard parts, e.g. the sledgehammer dulcimer. The lyrics are about an unscrupulous demagogue, but they could be describing LaRouche: (there's one born every minute ... ) A man who would be king, a big thing To move the great masses with his mouth To play fast and loose with them To build a castle on the sand To lie with grace and steal with face A horrible cunning man A loveable and callous sham ... Condemned to flail without end Condemned to fail in the end To give more than he takes, with high stakes To save the world from itself To put his own gain on the shelf To set his mind on a higher peak And always turn another cheek A champion of the meek What a total fucking freak ... Condemned to flail, tries to mend Condemned to fail in the end Insignificant / Indispensable Dependable / Disposable Miniscule / Indefatigable A man who would be king ... Thinking Plague: Malthusian Dances The deans of American RIO (Rock In Opposition), this piece utilizes 12-tone composition techniques and fractured, Cubist rhythms to paint a surprisingly catchy picture of environmental Armageddon, so I had no choice but to include it here. A veritable anti-LaRouchean manifesto. See us dancing inexorably to the steps of a suicidal choreography While the clock is ticking out the pace of collapse As the niggling "pundits" forgo reason demagogic cranks imagine treason Bears and toads and fish floating dead as blackbirds in their thousands rain down from the sky Fleas conspiring, forests expiring as diseases multiply and rivers run dry drought and hunger dancing to the north their parasites and pests are strutting forth to join the promenade! Whirling like rats on a wheel and never admitting that it's real our tools, sucking the last of our fuels Shut down! Tranced in a frenzy of dance we squander our very last chance and our brood, choking the last of our food right down! Ha! Sleeping in paradise Reaping the wind The pharisees carp and secure our end Hopes for a future based on the past But this is the last dance The last chance to waltz with the Earth Ni: Marquage Culotte (Marking Panties) Sweaty instrumental mathcore from Frauhn-ceh. The band's name comes from The Knights who say NI! from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Sweaty, but more like King Crimson than Don Caballero. Really tight, dramatic and well-composed with great gnarly chords. Farmers Market: Meanwhile Back at the Agricultural Workers Collective And from Norway, an all-time favorite band with one of my top-five favorite drummers, too. They're dedicated to a jazz take on Bulgarian folk, which as you ethnomusicologists out there know is all about the odd time signatures. Aziza Mustafa Zadeh: Past of Future Continuing to Slav to the rhythm, my girl Aziza here with the bel canto voice is from Azerbaijan, and this is a very beautiful piece in 5/4, exploiting the tension between the major 3rd and the minor 6th and 7th, which evokes classic British progrock of the Canterbury school. Smokin' hot piano player, too. Venetian Snares: Americanized And back to the general theme of this thread, here's a rant by a legendary crank (for the life of me I can't remember his name but he's duly in Wikipedia) who used to leave Xeroxed flyers all around his town (as well as mail them to various public figures and radio stations) with his truly (and literally) insane conspiracy theories of "mad deadly worldwide conspiratorial gangster computer-god Communism." Aaron "Venetian Snares" Funk is a Canadian breakcore (avant-garde techno) artist with a truly bent sense of humor who loves him some 7/4. The rants were recorded by a radio DJ who got them in the mail. McClintic Sphere: Fugue Your Buddy Das me, foax. The tune's realized on some ancient gear; an early-90s DOS computer with a 16-bit Soundblaster card and Quick Score Deluxe music software. I wrote the chords on a keyboard and the melodies and counterpoint (which I'm very proud of) entering notes with a mouse. It's inspired by Hatfield and the North, my favorite band (Canterbury school, natch) in highschool. Both the name of the tune and my nom de beep-boop come from Thomas Pynchon's novel V. And finally ... Frank Zappa: The Black Page #2 Get down with your bad self, so to speak, to The Black Page, part two! Bob |
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| El Ron | Jan 27 2015, 06:14 PM Post #2 |
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Ever since my regrettable introduction to Lyndon LaRouche, the Beatles 'Revolution' has been in my head: You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well, you know We all want to change the world But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out Don't you know it's gonna be alright You say you got a real solution Well, you know We'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well, you know We're all doing what we can But if you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell you is brother you have to wait Don't you know it's gonna be alright You say you'll change the constitution Well, you know We all want to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well, you know You'd better free your mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know it's gonna be alright Shoo-be-doo-wah-bah |
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| Snardbafulator | Jan 27 2015, 06:39 PM Post #3 |
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Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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I loved that song so hard as a kid. I heard it at a fellow Cub Scout neighbor's house on the Let It Be LP and then bought it as a single for the old tube record player my aunt gave me. I didn't even notice that Hey Jude was on the other side. The guitar sound just murdered me ... Bob |
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| RunningUpThatHill | Jan 28 2015, 09:49 PM Post #4 |
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A pity Lyndon LaRouche was not into Pink Floyd while in London. Instead of ruminating about how Gerry Healy got rid of him and preferred Tim Wolforth as his US AFCI lieutenant.... He could have met David Gilmour who might have explained him 'The Whole Story' about Tavistock much better (I doubt... just kidding...LOL!) There was in the early 70's a very talented young teenager, already composing at her parents house, in the smalltown of Welling in Kent. She had already written dozens of songs at the piano, when one of her brother's friends presented her to D. Gilmour. He gave her some money for a demo and went to see a top official at his record company and label. The young lady got signed and a two years free time contract to mature before starting recording. At that time, she was just thinking about making a good record..... no more ! And if the chance was not at the corner, it didn't matter much, she was ready to look after medical studies, her Dad was a doctor, and maybe she could begin a psychiatrist career. It was Year 1977, and Dear Lyndy was busy fighting his own demons with loads of bottles and 'enjoying' his new german wife. End of November 77, a song with an incredible voice came out. It was Wuthering Heights. A then 19 years old Star from 'devilish' United Kingdom was born, she was a Bush, her name was Kate Bush. Since, she became one of the most talented women in Rock music so to speak, a complete artist. I do enjoy this song, a typical anti Larouche song: 'Feel it!' "Feel It" After the party You took me back to your parlour. A little nervous laughter Locking the door. My stockings fall Onto the floor. Desperate for more. Nobody else can share this. Here comes one and one makes one, The glorious union. Well it could be love, Or it could be just lust, But it will be fun. It will be wonderful. Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, Feel it, my love. Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, Feel it, my love. Oh, I need it. Oh, oh, feel it, Feel it, my love. Feel it! See what you're doing to me? God, but you're beautiful, aren't you? Feel your warm hand walking around. I won't pull away. My passion always wins. So keep on a-moving in. So keep on a-tuning in. Synchronise rhythm now. Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, Feel it, my love. Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, Feel it, my love. Oh, I need it. Oh, oh, feel it, Feel it, my love. Feel it! See what you're doing to me? See what you're doing to me? Just see what you're doing to me. Watch below (link My Webpage) My Webpage |
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| Snardbafulator | Jan 28 2015, 11:08 PM Post #5 |
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Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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Great post, RunningUpThatHill (can I call you Running for short? ) and once again, welcome to the forum.Yes, I know that story well. As a teenybopper who got turned on hard to Yes, ELP, Jethro Tull and King Crimson in the early 70s, it was really sad to watch the air go out of the whole progressive scene once punk and disco emerged. Of course, the economy was going south, we had our second oil embargo and the price of a new vinyl practically doubled overnight (I'll never forget how shocked I was when I discovered that Fleetwood Mac's Tusk was eight bucks and change, not that I'd ever buy that particular album, but still. Albums were less than five bucks new when I started building my collection). So when Kate Bush emerged in the late 70s while everybody, especially in Britain, was simplifying, streamlining and laying down the boogie, it was a godsend. Literate lyrics! Sophistication! Basically, Kate and Allan Holdsworth were the Brits who got me through the 80s. What's your favorite Kate album? I've very partial to Never For Ever, The Sensual World and The Kick Inside as complete statements, but I think I'll take her "madwoman in the attic" abum The Dreaming, which I consider prit-near a masterpiece. One of the things I love most about Kate is her attention to detail; the colors of the instruments she chooses (including that bucketload of obscure folk and period instruments that her bro Paddy contributes) and especially her love of deep, deliciously fat and liquidly articulate bass, often fretless. Kate kept a lot of progrock, jazz and fusion refugees going by giving them guest spots to wonderful effect. Here's one of my favorites of hers, Pull Out The Pin. It's sung from the POV of a Vietnamese guerrilla fighting the Americans. The gorgeous double bass is courtesy of Danny Thompson, from one of my favorite English trad folk bands, Pentangle. Just as we hit the green, I've never been so happy to be alive. Only seven miles behind You could smell the child, The smell of the front line's survival. With my silver Buddha And my silver bullet, (I pull the pin.) You learn to ride the Earth, When you're living on your belly and the enemy are city-births. Who need radar? We use scent. They stink of the West, stink of sweat. Stink of cologne and baccy, and all their Yankee hash. With my silver Buddha And my silver bullet, (I'm pulling on the pin,) Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin. (pulling on the pin, oh) [Chorus] Just one thing in it Me or him. Just one thing in it Me or him. And I love life! Just one thing in it Me or him. And I love life! I love life! I love life! I've seen the coat for me. I'll track him 'til he drops, Then I'll pop him one he won't see. He's big and pink, and not like me. He sees no light. He sees no reason for the fighting With my silver Buddha And my silver bullet. (I'm pulling on the pin,) Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin. (pulling on the pin, oh) I had not seen his face, 'til I'm only feet away Unbeknown to my prey. I look in American eyes. I see little life, See little wife. He's striking violence up in me. With my silver Buddha And my silver bullet. [Chorus: x2] And if I may be so presumptuous ... Here's a video of someone I consider to be Azerbaijan's answer to Kate Bush, Aziza Mustafa Zadeh. The song title, Unutma Vijdani, loosely translated means "Remember Your Conscience." Bob |
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