February 8, 2010

People try to put us down...

I love The Who.


If I was forced at gunpoint to put my favorite bands of all time into some sort of numerical list they would be in the top 10. Possibly top 5.


Some of their songs hit me in such a personal way it's difficult to talk about it. I discovered them when everyone should discover them...while I was in high school. Their songs are timeless and will appeal to disillusioned and disenfranchised youth forever. Even as they got into their 30's and 40's and were still writing songs, they were writing them to the same lost teenagers that they always wrote...speaking to them...speaking to the ones that no one really listens to. Kindred.


The Real Me is a song I just want to scream at the top of my lungs whenever I hear it. Behind Blue Eyes speaks to the darkness and loneliness inside me. See Me, feel me, touch me, heal me.


I love them and their music.


I saw them perform at the Super Bowl last night.


It made me kind of sad.


Not the performance. Despite their age they can still perform and sounded alright. Yeah, Daltry's voice isn't as powerful and Townshend can't quite hit those high notes and occasionally misses that windmill strum, but the music was as powerful as always.


No, the kid drumming was no Keith Moon, he simply played the songs how he had heard them a thousand times before. There was no manic energy bursting from the drum kit, and none of the improv Moon would bring with drum fills that would almost echo the vocals.


No, the guy playing bass is not John Entwistle. He doesn't have fingers of steel. He didn't fill in all the holes when Townshend went off on a tangent. He didn't create that huge booming backbone that held such an offbeat band together.


Still, the songs were the songs. I was sad though. I think it's just the sense that they've lost who they've always been speaking to. The kids they speak to weren't watching that. They weren't hearing the words we sometimes all desperately need to hear. To know that someone is actually listening and feels the same way we do. All I could see was sponsors and schilling for CBS who uses all their songs for their stupid CSI shows. Yes, stupid CSI shows...forensics officers are not gun toting cowboys with cool shades and bad lines.


It felt like they disenfranchised themselves from the disenfranchised. Even if it was for one night, it kinda hurt.


Who are you? I really wanna know. Did you lose sight of the teenage wasteland? Did you really hope to die before you get old?


Too late.


Fortunately the screams of yesterday still echo today, and the shadows behind you can carry the weight of every g-g-generation.

February 7, 2010

fastlane. slowlane. obvious as fuck


this is a quick one.

if you are on a road, inside a vehicle, behind the wheel and enjoying some kind of early eighties phil collins thinks he's better than the rest of genesis shit on your fm tuned stock radio and you are cruising at a solid "slowest fucking driving speed in the world", well, i suggest you get the fuck out of the left most lane.

that's where i am. and i am moving in a straight line towards you. see that tiny speck in your rearview? yeah that was me 4 seconds ago and now my car is transferring rust to your car so...
get
the
fuk
out
of my
way
dick

Holy Jesus.

i know i'm not alone. sometimes i think i wanna try to put my foot up on the dash, but 1. my leg would bust through the windshield,2. my seat would get pushed way too far back, or,3. i would get stuck that way and attempt to free myself by driving faster. the paramedic would wonder just how a guy my size would have his leg wrapped around the back of his head once pulled from the wreckage...

so here is some not shitty music from Canada...you faggots.

Bison BC kicks some serious ass. i dunno what you need described, four dudes from western canada, ripping shit up across NA with the likes of Baroness and Kylesa to name just two. They fucking rule and they will see me in march.



about me. not really.

dear you,

i don't talk about my child or being a mom. i don't talk about my garden. i won't mention my craftiness (often) or how much i save each week with coupons. if you're looking for that sort of thing, you're in the wrong place.

instead, let's abandon the tethers of domestication for a moment and remember what it's like to laugh at vulgarity and the world at large.

xo,

j

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