Some say this isn't really on the Moon and it was a film shot in Arizona but I fail to see what relief is expected from knowing there are giant pink monsters roaming around killing people down here rather than up there.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Pluto - What NASA Did Not Show You (video)
Some say this isn't really on the Moon and it was a film shot in Arizona but I fail to see what relief is expected from knowing there are giant pink monsters roaming around killing people down here rather than up there.
From Boy Scout to Baphomet
In one of the most extraordinary transitions of modern times, Hank Gilder, a young lad in Wyoming, experienced a change which is now revolutionizing Detroit.
Due to an unfortunate accident while trying to get the Boy Scout merit badge for hunting, young Hank lost the use of the ring finger on his right hand. (In truth it was caused by excessive masturbation at a jamboree but we don't want to know how he broke his finger doing that)
After the accident, it was only a matter of days before the change started ... first the wings and then the horns out of his head.
Now he weighs over a ton and has brought the salute to Detroit.
He emerges as Hank "Baphomet" Gilder, the Satanic equivalent of Spiderman. We don't know what happened to Baphomet's ears. We think they could have used some work.
Due to an unfortunate accident while trying to get the Boy Scout merit badge for hunting, young Hank lost the use of the ring finger on his right hand. (In truth it was caused by excessive masturbation at a jamboree but we don't want to know how he broke his finger doing that)
After the accident, it was only a matter of days before the change started ... first the wings and then the horns out of his head.
Now he weighs over a ton and has brought the salute to Detroit.
He emerges as Hank "Baphomet" Gilder, the Satanic equivalent of Spiderman. We don't know what happened to Baphomet's ears. We think they could have used some work.
Identifying the Wings of CRoWS - Crazy Right-Wing Shooters
CRoWS are responsible for almost all of the mass shootings in the United States. Since most of the world's mass shootings take place in the U.S., CRoWS are the most dangerous criminals anywhere. They don't have to know you to kill you, it doesn't matter to them.
Crazy Right-of-Wing Shooters can be identified in the sky or by the shadows their wings throw on the ground. If there is even the suspicion the wings you see look like CRoWS, take immediate cover.
Note: do not contact authorities as many of them are CRoWS as well. Take cover alone and when it is safe immediately determine where you put your passport.
Public Service Announcement from the Committee to Help Ensure You Don't Get Wasted By Some Looney Gunner Who Can't Get a Date
Crazy Right-of-Wing Shooters can be identified in the sky or by the shadows their wings throw on the ground. If there is even the suspicion the wings you see look like CRoWS, take immediate cover.
Note: do not contact authorities as many of them are CRoWS as well. Take cover alone and when it is safe immediately determine where you put your passport.
Public Service Announcement from the Committee to Help Ensure You Don't Get Wasted By Some Looney Gunner Who Can't Get a Date
The Thousand-Year War
The first Crusade was in 1096 and the aim was to recapture Jerusalem from the Muslims. That early effort set the standard model of using a religious jihad as the cover for an attack against Byzantium, the Persian Empire, the Ottoman Empire and always the Arabs.
The empires took up generally the same areas over the last thousand years and all of them shared one delight: the West wanted to waste them.
The battle with the Ottomans continued until their last gasp in the Battle of the Dardanelles in World War I. This was the time of Gallipoli and it was an incredibly violent battle which no-one really won because it was so destructive. In any case, after WWII Turkey came into the NATO fold and the Ottomans were nothing but a memory.
The biggest intervention in post-WWII Iran was through the Coup of 1953 instigated by Eisenhower after Iran nationalized oil production. The oil companies wanted it back and Uncle Sugar overturned the government. The blessings of that move are still being felt in resentment today as the Shah's policies up to that point had not been that bad. So much for any semblance of dominion within the Persian Empire.
Based on a plethora of ineffectual wars in the Middle East, we conclude it's all the same pattern and it hasn't stopped in a thousand years. Whether it's ISIS, Saladin, or Omar Sharif really doesn't make any difference.
So far, our favorite for the most ludicrous war was whatever Saudi Arabia did to Yemen as they were bombing the hell out of it but never seemed to follow with anything. Presumably that made some point although we leave it to you what it may have been.
It really is just a deck of cards and it's been the same one for a thousand years. It may be the most perfect statement of war in history as not one damn thing has been accomplished by it.
The empires took up generally the same areas over the last thousand years and all of them shared one delight: the West wanted to waste them.
The battle with the Ottomans continued until their last gasp in the Battle of the Dardanelles in World War I. This was the time of Gallipoli and it was an incredibly violent battle which no-one really won because it was so destructive. In any case, after WWII Turkey came into the NATO fold and the Ottomans were nothing but a memory.
The biggest intervention in post-WWII Iran was through the Coup of 1953 instigated by Eisenhower after Iran nationalized oil production. The oil companies wanted it back and Uncle Sugar overturned the government. The blessings of that move are still being felt in resentment today as the Shah's policies up to that point had not been that bad. So much for any semblance of dominion within the Persian Empire.
Based on a plethora of ineffectual wars in the Middle East, we conclude it's all the same pattern and it hasn't stopped in a thousand years. Whether it's ISIS, Saladin, or Omar Sharif really doesn't make any difference.
So far, our favorite for the most ludicrous war was whatever Saudi Arabia did to Yemen as they were bombing the hell out of it but never seemed to follow with anything. Presumably that made some point although we leave it to you what it may have been.
It really is just a deck of cards and it's been the same one for a thousand years. It may be the most perfect statement of war in history as not one damn thing has been accomplished by it.
Holiday Inn Extends His Lead Among Republican Candidates
Each day it looks like Holiday Inn will wind up as the recipient for the Republican nomination for President.
In the case of a tie with Doughboy, there will be a run-off, as in a physical race of twenty meters, to see which can run it without a heart attack. If both vapor lock then America smiles happily knowing it will be four years before Federal legislators can do anything and there will be peace for at least that long.
Meanwhile Yosemite Sam down in Texas is saying people should take guns to movie houses. I'm thinking he's right and it's especially important to take guns to matinees for animated cartoons for children. Let's protect those little tykes by surrounding them with paranoid lunatics with heavy weapons.
Here at the blog, we think the best way to protect children watching the latest Disney movie is with a row of Hero Guards in the back, all equipped with AR-15 assault rifles. We also think it should be legal to buy ammunition at the concession stand in moviehouses.
Yah, yah, a large buttered popcorn and a box of NATO rounds.
7.62 millimeter?
Of course.
Armor-piercing?
Yes, please. I want to be like the cops and shoot through doors.
Note: The Hero Guards don't have anything better to do as they were going to stand guard around military bases but the Army doesn't want these whackjobs either and told them to piss off ... or we will shoot you.
In the case of a tie with Doughboy, there will be a run-off, as in a physical race of twenty meters, to see which can run it without a heart attack. If both vapor lock then America smiles happily knowing it will be four years before Federal legislators can do anything and there will be peace for at least that long.
Meanwhile Yosemite Sam down in Texas is saying people should take guns to movie houses. I'm thinking he's right and it's especially important to take guns to matinees for animated cartoons for children. Let's protect those little tykes by surrounding them with paranoid lunatics with heavy weapons.
Here at the blog, we think the best way to protect children watching the latest Disney movie is with a row of Hero Guards in the back, all equipped with AR-15 assault rifles. We also think it should be legal to buy ammunition at the concession stand in moviehouses.
Yah, yah, a large buttered popcorn and a box of NATO rounds.
7.62 millimeter?
Of course.
Armor-piercing?
Yes, please. I want to be like the cops and shoot through doors.
Note: The Hero Guards don't have anything better to do as they were going to stand guard around military bases but the Army doesn't want these whackjobs either and told them to piss off ... or we will shoot you.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
For Perry Mason in the Comments
There may be a safe bet as to the identity of Perry Mason in the Comments but that would be judgmental and we would just hate that, wouldn't we.
Perry Mason wants to make the case I'm not much of a pacifist if I want to run over the Republican Party with a lawnmower.
That does engender a certain measure of guilt as I remember Gandhi telling me about when he thought of the British soldiers. They made him think love, love, love and how he wanted to personally give oral sex to all of them for savagely beating the shit out of his friends or killing them. That was one of the lessons and it's come to this now, all I have learned from the Master. I want to run over the Republican Party with a lawnmower.
(Ed: it would be more ecologically sound to recycle them)
Good point.
There seems to be some determination to prove I have some need to go out to kill people or at least ensure their feet are well-trimmed.
Perhaps I really should have some guilt because I can imagine savage things but it doesn't exist as it doesn't matter if you think of such things, what matters is whether you master them.
This shouldn't have to be spelled as you're not Dumb Fuckers or you wouldn't have lasted this long but there's a parody of judgment because there's so much of it. Anyone making a judgment assumes it means something and that's the absurdity of democracy. As Mark Twain said, "If it made any difference, they wouldn't let us do it."
Judging me, judging you, doesn't amount to a hill of fire ants at a Texas barbecue ... although the fire ants might amount to something, this judging won't. The individual is supreme and what better as a holy mantra in words of fire in the sky. The individual is everything. Communism is Satan. Praise be.
Except Communism got run over by a lawnmower (its own) about thirty years ago. The GOP gets all brave about that but all it showed was Russians are even more incompetent financially than the GOP and the Soviet Union went bankrupt first. The interest on the U.S. national debt is just another tax and maybe there's some Grand Economic Theory to predict when the taxation on the people reaches the Implosion Point.
(Ed: only about a hundred or so books which predict the collapse of the US economy on exactly that basis)
So, if you want to know when the GOP will be run over by a lawnmower, read one of those.
(Ed: there are hundreds more books predicting how the U.S. will be attacked and destroyed by the Mole People)
Read them all to be sure, I guess.
Perry Mason wants to make the case I'm not much of a pacifist if I want to run over the Republican Party with a lawnmower.
That does engender a certain measure of guilt as I remember Gandhi telling me about when he thought of the British soldiers. They made him think love, love, love and how he wanted to personally give oral sex to all of them for savagely beating the shit out of his friends or killing them. That was one of the lessons and it's come to this now, all I have learned from the Master. I want to run over the Republican Party with a lawnmower.
(Ed: it would be more ecologically sound to recycle them)
Good point.
There seems to be some determination to prove I have some need to go out to kill people or at least ensure their feet are well-trimmed.
Perhaps I really should have some guilt because I can imagine savage things but it doesn't exist as it doesn't matter if you think of such things, what matters is whether you master them.
This shouldn't have to be spelled as you're not Dumb Fuckers or you wouldn't have lasted this long but there's a parody of judgment because there's so much of it. Anyone making a judgment assumes it means something and that's the absurdity of democracy. As Mark Twain said, "If it made any difference, they wouldn't let us do it."
Judging me, judging you, doesn't amount to a hill of fire ants at a Texas barbecue ... although the fire ants might amount to something, this judging won't. The individual is supreme and what better as a holy mantra in words of fire in the sky. The individual is everything. Communism is Satan. Praise be.
Except Communism got run over by a lawnmower (its own) about thirty years ago. The GOP gets all brave about that but all it showed was Russians are even more incompetent financially than the GOP and the Soviet Union went bankrupt first. The interest on the U.S. national debt is just another tax and maybe there's some Grand Economic Theory to predict when the taxation on the people reaches the Implosion Point.
(Ed: only about a hundred or so books which predict the collapse of the US economy on exactly that basis)
So, if you want to know when the GOP will be run over by a lawnmower, read one of those.
(Ed: there are hundreds more books predicting how the U.S. will be attacked and destroyed by the Mole People)
Read them all to be sure, I guess.
Hip Hop and the GOP Sex Beat
There's good hip hop and then there's the kind which goes boom-rest-boom-boom-rest ... and repeat ... at maybe eighty beats per minute or less. This is sex music for old, fat people (i.e. Republicans).
Every boomcar anywhere has this beat blasting out at a thousand decibels or so to advertise the fact the driver could not possibly be having any sex at this time and is not likely to ever have any sex.
Then the DJ started talking and related the color of smoky amethyst in terms of underwear which didn't quite come clean in the laundry. ("The Morning Show" in Fort Worth. Unknown which call letters.) This was when I decided I had heard enough radio for this year. Five minutes was sufficient.
There was education as I learned Nicki Minaj is a clear warning to the world of what things would be like if toilets could talk. With the foul way this baggage writes, you still have time to criticize my language. Two words: fuck you!
(Ed: now you hate her more than Taylor Swift?)
Nah, I don't hate any of them. They're just so fookin' boring. Keith Moon drove Lincolns into swimming pools. Taylor Swift gets into a little Twitter tiff with Nicki Minaj. That's boring with modern amplification.
The biggest rebel outrage we have is Justin Bieber throwing eggs and getting speeding tickets.
These people are sexy like a Donald Trump after-hours party with old, fat, pasty, rich white crumpets rolling around and sweating ... all to a hip hop beat. It would be like a croissant orgy at a bakery.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ... and
There is good news, however. The boomcar people across the street have finally attracted the interest of the law and drew three police cruisers ... at three in the morning.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ...
It's a novel situation to be smoking a bowl while you watch cops busting someone else. Life can be unusual like that.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest
Throw snare hits wherever you like. The audience is all on crack and can only tell if the music is on or off.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ... and
I fookin' hate that beat worse than Brussel sprouts, fire ants, and people who come to your door with a Bible.
Historical note: Adventist missionaries destroyed a native culture in Peru some days ago. The tribe had never been previously contacted but the missionaries 'reached out' and left religious paraphernalia along with possibly infectious disease. The Peruvian government will now intervene with the tribe to ensure they stay healthy as they are vulnerable to infection from outside contact. This guarantees acculturation of the tribe and the Adventists are directly accountable for destroying it.
Boom ... boom ... boom ... boom ... boom
(Ed: What the hell was that?)
M-60 machine gun - Still the best solution for bad hip hop and/or missionaries
Every boomcar anywhere has this beat blasting out at a thousand decibels or so to advertise the fact the driver could not possibly be having any sex at this time and is not likely to ever have any sex.
Then the DJ started talking and related the color of smoky amethyst in terms of underwear which didn't quite come clean in the laundry. ("The Morning Show" in Fort Worth. Unknown which call letters.) This was when I decided I had heard enough radio for this year. Five minutes was sufficient.
There was education as I learned Nicki Minaj is a clear warning to the world of what things would be like if toilets could talk. With the foul way this baggage writes, you still have time to criticize my language. Two words: fuck you!
(Ed: now you hate her more than Taylor Swift?)
Nah, I don't hate any of them. They're just so fookin' boring. Keith Moon drove Lincolns into swimming pools. Taylor Swift gets into a little Twitter tiff with Nicki Minaj. That's boring with modern amplification.
The biggest rebel outrage we have is Justin Bieber throwing eggs and getting speeding tickets.
These people are sexy like a Donald Trump after-hours party with old, fat, pasty, rich white crumpets rolling around and sweating ... all to a hip hop beat. It would be like a croissant orgy at a bakery.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ... and
There is good news, however. The boomcar people across the street have finally attracted the interest of the law and drew three police cruisers ... at three in the morning.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ...
It's a novel situation to be smoking a bowl while you watch cops busting someone else. Life can be unusual like that.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest
Throw snare hits wherever you like. The audience is all on crack and can only tell if the music is on or off.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ... and
I fookin' hate that beat worse than Brussel sprouts, fire ants, and people who come to your door with a Bible.
Historical note: Adventist missionaries destroyed a native culture in Peru some days ago. The tribe had never been previously contacted but the missionaries 'reached out' and left religious paraphernalia along with possibly infectious disease. The Peruvian government will now intervene with the tribe to ensure they stay healthy as they are vulnerable to infection from outside contact. This guarantees acculturation of the tribe and the Adventists are directly accountable for destroying it.
Boom ... boom ... boom ... boom ... boom
(Ed: What the hell was that?)
M-60 machine gun - Still the best solution for bad hip hop and/or missionaries
The Two-Person Jihad to End All Jihads in Tennessee
This is what happens when you mix a Tennessee AAA Tourbook, a failed journalism student, and a small number of facts. It is about an article in which you can learn about Beale Street blues in Memphis or Islamic symps who will kill us all. If you don't really know what you want to do when you get to Tennessee, this single article is all you may need, whether it's learning about fishing or jihad (Politico: Tennessee is the Capital of the American Jihad)
Revel in the splash page for a moment.
OMG! Red and black are the violently schizoidal colors of a nightmare!
Note: we do not dream in color so there are no colors in a nightmare. That sort of writing is what happens when you give drugs to sportscasters. They think they've become poets.
Since we really don't care where one can go fishing in Tennessee, we will skip the travel report and get to the actual jihad ... with two people ... one of whom didn't do much of anything (i.e. Carl Bledsoe). The other was the walking mindrot, Nidal Hassan, who shot up an Army base and killed some people in Texas.
(Ed: how did they determine this was the center of the jihad?)
It seems to be process of elimination as the author saw zero jihad activities anywhere else so Tennessee must be the center of them, if they were really there, which, unfortunately for the journalist, they were not.
(Ed: what about the Pamela Geller shooter?)
He didn't even hit her. What kind of crumby jihad is that. Besides, all he managed was to shoot one guy in the foot. Any damn fool knows you can't kill Pamela Geller supporters unless you shoot them in the ass.
The article, not satisfied with trying to create a jihad out of less facts than the average girl fight, went on to rationalize the killing by drone bomb of al-Awlaki, a cleric said to have influenced them. The article does not explain, however, why it was so easy for al-Awlaki to convince two spineless American jellyfish to go home and kill their friends.
(Ed: isn't that America-bashing to call them spineless American jellyfish?)
Fair enough. Every country has spineless jellyfish and that's what permits people like this to thrive.
Relax, Dick. It won't be much longer and then you can kill something.
What we conclude from the minimal number of facts, the sweeping nature of the conclusion, and a graphic which would make a porno site proud is that James Kitfield has a glorious future at Fox News. Look for him next for a revealing expose on whether Santa Claus is really white, what really happened in Benghazi, and did any of those women ever actually enjoy sex with Bill Cosby.
Revel in the splash page for a moment.
OMG! Red and black are the violently schizoidal colors of a nightmare!
Note: we do not dream in color so there are no colors in a nightmare. That sort of writing is what happens when you give drugs to sportscasters. They think they've become poets.
Since we really don't care where one can go fishing in Tennessee, we will skip the travel report and get to the actual jihad ... with two people ... one of whom didn't do much of anything (i.e. Carl Bledsoe). The other was the walking mindrot, Nidal Hassan, who shot up an Army base and killed some people in Texas.
(Ed: how did they determine this was the center of the jihad?)
It seems to be process of elimination as the author saw zero jihad activities anywhere else so Tennessee must be the center of them, if they were really there, which, unfortunately for the journalist, they were not.
(Ed: what about the Pamela Geller shooter?)
He didn't even hit her. What kind of crumby jihad is that. Besides, all he managed was to shoot one guy in the foot. Any damn fool knows you can't kill Pamela Geller supporters unless you shoot them in the ass.
The article, not satisfied with trying to create a jihad out of less facts than the average girl fight, went on to rationalize the killing by drone bomb of al-Awlaki, a cleric said to have influenced them. The article does not explain, however, why it was so easy for al-Awlaki to convince two spineless American jellyfish to go home and kill their friends.
(Ed: isn't that America-bashing to call them spineless American jellyfish?)
Fair enough. Every country has spineless jellyfish and that's what permits people like this to thrive.
Relax, Dick. It won't be much longer and then you can kill something.
What we conclude from the minimal number of facts, the sweeping nature of the conclusion, and a graphic which would make a porno site proud is that James Kitfield has a glorious future at Fox News. Look for him next for a revealing expose on whether Santa Claus is really white, what really happened in Benghazi, and did any of those women ever actually enjoy sex with Bill Cosby.
"There Will Come a Time" (lyrics)
Lyrics are as the song was originally recorded plus some more repeats of the Waiting part at the end. Likely I will shorten the lyrics but the way they appear here is about what they should be. Likely best to combine last instrumental break and eliminate one Waiting part.
Bold marks the Big Deal part. I'm not only saying peace will come but I swear it will come. It's all very well to say in the blog I think it would be best to run over the Republican Party with a lawnmower but there's no jacking around with lyrics as they're real or they're crap.
By my rules, I can't use the lyric if I don't believe it and I do. What I don't believe is it will come about as a result of anything the military industrial complex is doing. I do believe eventually people will work up the gumption to put an end to the depravity of one bullshit war after the other, none of which ever accomplish anything except a lot of dead people.
There was no Angeline when I wrote this as I was already doing it or how could I invite her so I wasn't real either ... unless you already know it's possible to dance in sunbeams.
There's no evidence of lyrics anywhere else but maybe there's something written in one of the notebooks. It's an unusual thing going back and, in effect, covering my own songs in listening to the lyrics and trying to figure out what the hell I was saying, blah, blah. This article was written by listening to a bit of it, writing down the words, and repeating.
(Ed: it might have been better if you took some notes when you wrote these things)
I've been noticing that.
Chords, sometimes with passing embellishments
Am - C- F
Am - C - G
Am - C - F - G
F - G - Am x infinitum
Angeline
would you like to go sailing
Angeline
would you dance with the wind
Angeline
would you like to go flying
lift on golden wings
dance with the sun
There will come a time
when the sun shines forever
There will come a time
when there's peace everywhere
There will come a time
of peace, I swear it
I don't hurt no-one
yeah
(Instrumental break)
Angeline
would you like to go sailing
Angeline
would you dance with the wind
Angeline
would you like to go flying
lift on golden wings
dance with the sun
Waiting
waiting for the day
and waiting for the night
You're waiting
waiting for the dark
and waiting for the light
You're waiting
(Instrumental break)
Waiting
waiting for the day
and waiting for the night
You're waiting
waiting for the dark
and waiting for the light
You're waiting
(Instrumental break)
Waiting
waiting for the day
and waiting for the night
You're waiting
waiting for the dark
and waiting for the light
You're waiting
Bold marks the Big Deal part. I'm not only saying peace will come but I swear it will come. It's all very well to say in the blog I think it would be best to run over the Republican Party with a lawnmower but there's no jacking around with lyrics as they're real or they're crap.
By my rules, I can't use the lyric if I don't believe it and I do. What I don't believe is it will come about as a result of anything the military industrial complex is doing. I do believe eventually people will work up the gumption to put an end to the depravity of one bullshit war after the other, none of which ever accomplish anything except a lot of dead people.
There was no Angeline when I wrote this as I was already doing it or how could I invite her so I wasn't real either ... unless you already know it's possible to dance in sunbeams.
There's no evidence of lyrics anywhere else but maybe there's something written in one of the notebooks. It's an unusual thing going back and, in effect, covering my own songs in listening to the lyrics and trying to figure out what the hell I was saying, blah, blah. This article was written by listening to a bit of it, writing down the words, and repeating.
(Ed: it might have been better if you took some notes when you wrote these things)
I've been noticing that.
Chords, sometimes with passing embellishments
Am - C- F
Am - C - G
Am - C - F - G
F - G - Am x infinitum
Angeline
would you like to go sailing
Angeline
would you dance with the wind
Angeline
would you like to go flying
lift on golden wings
dance with the sun
There will come a time
when the sun shines forever
There will come a time
when there's peace everywhere
There will come a time
of peace, I swear it
I don't hurt no-one
yeah
(Instrumental break)
Angeline
would you like to go sailing
Angeline
would you dance with the wind
Angeline
would you like to go flying
lift on golden wings
dance with the sun
Waiting
waiting for the day
and waiting for the night
You're waiting
waiting for the dark
and waiting for the light
You're waiting
(Instrumental break)
Waiting
waiting for the day
and waiting for the night
You're waiting
waiting for the dark
and waiting for the light
You're waiting
(Instrumental break)
Waiting
waiting for the day
and waiting for the night
You're waiting
waiting for the dark
and waiting for the light
You're waiting
He Made Some Bad Decisions
First, he decided to be a dope smuggler.
Tip: anything that may get you shot ... probably not a good career choice.
Next, he decided to go international.
Tip: it's always a good plan when you can get the Feds involved. Maybe you will even wind up on TV surrounded by a bunch of cops who look like they just busted John Dillinger.
Then he made the product choice of marijuana.
Tip: always make sure as a smuggler that you will try to hide something big, bulky, and smelly.
For his final bad decision, he decided to smuggle the marijuana into Mexico.
(Ed: are you fookin' serious?)
Dat's a fact, Jack. (El Paso Times: Border twist: Men arrested smuggling marijuana from El Paso to Juárez)
In the Parables of Dumbassery, there's really only one person who can tell this guy what an incredible dumb ass he was with power commensurate to the dumbass nature of this venture:
(Ed: no grand sociological theory from this report?)
Nah, can't work with the Fucking Idiot class. It's the same with the one who shot up the moviehouse in Louisiana. Fucking Idiots frequently kill people or get them killed but there's not much to make of them as they're busted, the wires aren't plugged into the right sockets, they're defective muddafuggas. They're not crazy, tho. Just ask the Colorado court.
Speaking of defective muddafuggas ... someone told me today if guns were not available then the shooters would bomb the schools instead. We assume this refers to the history of school bombings in the U.S. (i.e. zero school bombings).
There's nothing to be done with gunners so we're happy to add them to the Fucking Idiot class and feed them all to wild animals. This approach has major advantages: while the wild animal is eating the gunner, said gunner cannot be shooting you. The second major advantage is the wild animal will also be too busy eating the gunner to start eating you. The immediate advantage is a reduction in the number of gunners but it's secondarily beneficial to wildlife and thus has ecological merit.
Nope, can't do much with this one as mostly the thinking is going toward the guitar line for "There Will Come a Time" as right now there is a line with bits I've kept which also means there are bits I've chopped out of it. For a studio mix of a song, that's fine. For live, that's complete crap. (These are my rules. What you do in yer own studio is yer own bizness.)
Tip: anything that may get you shot ... probably not a good career choice.
Next, he decided to go international.
Tip: it's always a good plan when you can get the Feds involved. Maybe you will even wind up on TV surrounded by a bunch of cops who look like they just busted John Dillinger.
Then he made the product choice of marijuana.
Tip: always make sure as a smuggler that you will try to hide something big, bulky, and smelly.
For his final bad decision, he decided to smuggle the marijuana into Mexico.
(Ed: are you fookin' serious?)
Dat's a fact, Jack. (El Paso Times: Border twist: Men arrested smuggling marijuana from El Paso to Juárez)
In the Parables of Dumbassery, there's really only one person who can tell this guy what an incredible dumb ass he was with power commensurate to the dumbass nature of this venture:
(Ed: no grand sociological theory from this report?)
Nah, can't work with the Fucking Idiot class. It's the same with the one who shot up the moviehouse in Louisiana. Fucking Idiots frequently kill people or get them killed but there's not much to make of them as they're busted, the wires aren't plugged into the right sockets, they're defective muddafuggas. They're not crazy, tho. Just ask the Colorado court.
Speaking of defective muddafuggas ... someone told me today if guns were not available then the shooters would bomb the schools instead. We assume this refers to the history of school bombings in the U.S. (i.e. zero school bombings).
There's nothing to be done with gunners so we're happy to add them to the Fucking Idiot class and feed them all to wild animals. This approach has major advantages: while the wild animal is eating the gunner, said gunner cannot be shooting you. The second major advantage is the wild animal will also be too busy eating the gunner to start eating you. The immediate advantage is a reduction in the number of gunners but it's secondarily beneficial to wildlife and thus has ecological merit.
Nope, can't do much with this one as mostly the thinking is going toward the guitar line for "There Will Come a Time" as right now there is a line with bits I've kept which also means there are bits I've chopped out of it. For a studio mix of a song, that's fine. For live, that's complete crap. (These are my rules. What you do in yer own studio is yer own bizness.)
Friday, July 24, 2015
Voodoo Brings the Hoohoo to Cat's Art MusikCircus
We're really not sure what 'hoohoo' means but it sounds like it might be a word they use to refer to sex on late-night television.
So, we don't know what it means but if anyone can bring it then we're thinking it would be Voodoo Shilton.
If you don't think jazz is sexy then you've obviously never heard Voodoo play.
All of Voodoo's music seems a continual painting and he may go back at any time to a piece because he sees it needs another color. Sometimes he will speak of it and at other times he is happy to leave you to make of the sound what you will. There are always surprises in a Voodoo show.
In case you missed this one, best chance to hear him again is in two weeks or find his group in Second Life and find out where else he plays.
There are two key words for this in orchestration and arrangement. Orchestration refers to the instruments you will use and arrangement refers to how you will put them together. Maybe for orchestration you decide you need a tuba and a flute. For the arrangement, the tuba plays one bar, then the flute plays one, and then the tuba comes back for another to crush every possibility of life out of the flute. That's an arrangement but probably not one the flute will like very much.
Often you will hear of Voodoo's versatility but how did he get that way. If you're interested to find out, listen. Check out the orchestration and the arrangement as he plays and listen for how he brings things in and out of it. He doesn't use every instrument for every song and his songs will always go through a variety of changes during their courses.
It's not my purpose to turn anyone into a musicologist as I'm not one but I've learned various things and they may help me hear things other people may not. The risk is any discussion may get overly technical and I consider that in Chat in-world because many times people don't want to analyze anything, I just want to listen to the music, man.
For understanding arrangement, there are BSWD songs (i.e. birth-school-work-death ... nothing ever changes). Maybe a song of that nature will have three chords and someone sings while they are played. They're good for singing around campfires and that sort of thing. There may even be high art in them sometimes but this type of song nevertheless has a simple arrangement.
It's the arrangement which changes when you add a chorus as now there's a section in which the chords probably change and different things happen. This is when people will start talking of an A part and a B part as the verse is A and the chorus is B. Then you can use a shorthand for the arrangement of the song in saying it is A-B-A-B-B. That general arrangement of verse, chorus, verse, chorus, chorus is quite common.
An arrangement is anything up to a symphony and whatever is beyond symphonies. If you listen for this in Voodoo's work, it may give a greater appreciation of what he plays. The same is true in listening for the orchestration as he won't throw the udu up there in your face, you have to listen for it.
The reference to symphonic music is not specious as imagine Voodoo's musical challenge in tracking the music to be played on half a dozen instruments. This is not so different conceptually from composing a symphony as the latter has a violin section, bassoon section, etc but the composer isn't writing a chart for each instrument in each section. The composer needs to visualize the relative sounds of each instrument or section and balance them ... and somehow remember how it went.
At some point, I wondered out loud how much of Voodoo's work is on charts. He answered over the mike that he keeps some notes for settings for hardware but I heard zip about charting the music. What that means is he carries it all in his head.
Someone told me a story once and it may have been Voodoo. Pablo Casals was at a concert by Django Reinhardt and Casals thought this was some highly excellent work. He inquired about a particular piece with Reinhardt after the set as he was interested to see the chart for the music. Reinhardt just tapped the side of his head.
Well ... Voodoo does that too. How about that.
Important note: Voodoo Shilton does zero grandstanding. Any grandstanding you're perceiving is because I wrote it that way and that's an accurate rendition of my enjoyment of the set. I'm a fan. Is it so wrong?? (larfs)
(Ed: so, what does hoohoo mean?)
No idea.
So, we don't know what it means but if anyone can bring it then we're thinking it would be Voodoo Shilton.
If you don't think jazz is sexy then you've obviously never heard Voodoo play.
All of Voodoo's music seems a continual painting and he may go back at any time to a piece because he sees it needs another color. Sometimes he will speak of it and at other times he is happy to leave you to make of the sound what you will. There are always surprises in a Voodoo show.
In case you missed this one, best chance to hear him again is in two weeks or find his group in Second Life and find out where else he plays.
There are two key words for this in orchestration and arrangement. Orchestration refers to the instruments you will use and arrangement refers to how you will put them together. Maybe for orchestration you decide you need a tuba and a flute. For the arrangement, the tuba plays one bar, then the flute plays one, and then the tuba comes back for another to crush every possibility of life out of the flute. That's an arrangement but probably not one the flute will like very much.
Often you will hear of Voodoo's versatility but how did he get that way. If you're interested to find out, listen. Check out the orchestration and the arrangement as he plays and listen for how he brings things in and out of it. He doesn't use every instrument for every song and his songs will always go through a variety of changes during their courses.
It's not my purpose to turn anyone into a musicologist as I'm not one but I've learned various things and they may help me hear things other people may not. The risk is any discussion may get overly technical and I consider that in Chat in-world because many times people don't want to analyze anything, I just want to listen to the music, man.
For understanding arrangement, there are BSWD songs (i.e. birth-school-work-death ... nothing ever changes). Maybe a song of that nature will have three chords and someone sings while they are played. They're good for singing around campfires and that sort of thing. There may even be high art in them sometimes but this type of song nevertheless has a simple arrangement.
It's the arrangement which changes when you add a chorus as now there's a section in which the chords probably change and different things happen. This is when people will start talking of an A part and a B part as the verse is A and the chorus is B. Then you can use a shorthand for the arrangement of the song in saying it is A-B-A-B-B. That general arrangement of verse, chorus, verse, chorus, chorus is quite common.
An arrangement is anything up to a symphony and whatever is beyond symphonies. If you listen for this in Voodoo's work, it may give a greater appreciation of what he plays. The same is true in listening for the orchestration as he won't throw the udu up there in your face, you have to listen for it.
The reference to symphonic music is not specious as imagine Voodoo's musical challenge in tracking the music to be played on half a dozen instruments. This is not so different conceptually from composing a symphony as the latter has a violin section, bassoon section, etc but the composer isn't writing a chart for each instrument in each section. The composer needs to visualize the relative sounds of each instrument or section and balance them ... and somehow remember how it went.
At some point, I wondered out loud how much of Voodoo's work is on charts. He answered over the mike that he keeps some notes for settings for hardware but I heard zip about charting the music. What that means is he carries it all in his head.
Someone told me a story once and it may have been Voodoo. Pablo Casals was at a concert by Django Reinhardt and Casals thought this was some highly excellent work. He inquired about a particular piece with Reinhardt after the set as he was interested to see the chart for the music. Reinhardt just tapped the side of his head.
Well ... Voodoo does that too. How about that.
Important note: Voodoo Shilton does zero grandstanding. Any grandstanding you're perceiving is because I wrote it that way and that's an accurate rendition of my enjoyment of the set. I'm a fan. Is it so wrong?? (larfs)
(Ed: so, what does hoohoo mean?)
No idea.
"There Will Come a Time" Report
There are many things about recording which Cat does not want to hear (i.e. practically everything) as most of it is about turning knobs and watching dials. These things do not bring joy to Cat's life and I suspect they will not bring much to yours ... but ... there is significance for live.
There's no need for a pic of each one or to know its name but there are many knobs on the audio paths for the instruments and multiple affect the volume and gain for it. The end result of changing the volume is the same as the instrument gets loud but where you do it has enormous importance for where it will get loud.
(Ed: maybe try this before you smoke the joint??)
Roll with it. This makes sense. There is the subjective sound of whatever I play and that's what comes from standing here in the Rockhouse. It is the objective reality if you're in the Rockhouse but a subjective reality for anyone who is not because you can't hear it.
The knobs come into it in making your subjective reality the same as the one here and this is where it's crucially important to turn the right ones. The objective reality here does not change as it gets loud and it stays loud but how it gets that way can change substantially and where that came into play this morning was with "There Will Come a Time."
Recording is all about capturing an objective reality and, for now, we can skip the philosopher on a rock part as he wonders how objective is it really. The problem was the recording levels looked good but the track I recorded was so low I had to bump it twenty decibels just to hear it next to the other instruments. By turning different knobs, the recording level came up but the objective level didn't change (i.e. what I was hearing didn't change but what the computer was hearing changed a lot).
The knob twisting is also a part of live as the constant neurosis with live is whether the audience hears what I hear. It's the same for anyone performing online and it's all about subjective / objective reality. For a real world concert, you can be reasonably sure the audience hears the same thing you hear but that's not even close to true when you perform online. All of this about different realities may sound like stoner crap but it's an in-yer-face problem for anyone starting out in online performance.
Note: if you're starting out now, the problem is solved by setting some time with a good venue owner who has the patience and love of music to work with you as the levels are set to what you need for live. In this way you can shake out problems with clipping, which instrument causes it, etc, etc.
(Ed: does this actually deliver anything or is it just yap?)
Partial delivery. The guitar lead line was recorded at an almost good recording level. It's taken a day or so of twiddling knobs to get that way so it's a real, if somewhat invisible, success. This is also a partial delivery for live as it gives greater accuracy to knowing what goes outbound to the net when I play.
The biggest part for me is rolling out the song as it's not quite five minutes so it won't eat up much of a set but it's got some power. It's one of the few in which the level of my voice is raised rather than lowered as it's right for this one for sure. There is no pitch shifting on it although I might like to add a harmony track with the Vocalist.
Note: the Angeline in the song did not exist. I like the poetic twist of who she is but instead maybe she's a mutant Freudian Oedipal symbol of my mother. So, the Freuds can have a ball with that and I'll get back to twiddling knobs.
As to who she is now ... well ...
Angeline ...
would you like to go sailing?
There's no need for a pic of each one or to know its name but there are many knobs on the audio paths for the instruments and multiple affect the volume and gain for it. The end result of changing the volume is the same as the instrument gets loud but where you do it has enormous importance for where it will get loud.
(Ed: maybe try this before you smoke the joint??)
Roll with it. This makes sense. There is the subjective sound of whatever I play and that's what comes from standing here in the Rockhouse. It is the objective reality if you're in the Rockhouse but a subjective reality for anyone who is not because you can't hear it.
The knobs come into it in making your subjective reality the same as the one here and this is where it's crucially important to turn the right ones. The objective reality here does not change as it gets loud and it stays loud but how it gets that way can change substantially and where that came into play this morning was with "There Will Come a Time."
Recording is all about capturing an objective reality and, for now, we can skip the philosopher on a rock part as he wonders how objective is it really. The problem was the recording levels looked good but the track I recorded was so low I had to bump it twenty decibels just to hear it next to the other instruments. By turning different knobs, the recording level came up but the objective level didn't change (i.e. what I was hearing didn't change but what the computer was hearing changed a lot).
The knob twisting is also a part of live as the constant neurosis with live is whether the audience hears what I hear. It's the same for anyone performing online and it's all about subjective / objective reality. For a real world concert, you can be reasonably sure the audience hears the same thing you hear but that's not even close to true when you perform online. All of this about different realities may sound like stoner crap but it's an in-yer-face problem for anyone starting out in online performance.
Note: if you're starting out now, the problem is solved by setting some time with a good venue owner who has the patience and love of music to work with you as the levels are set to what you need for live. In this way you can shake out problems with clipping, which instrument causes it, etc, etc.
(Ed: does this actually deliver anything or is it just yap?)
Partial delivery. The guitar lead line was recorded at an almost good recording level. It's taken a day or so of twiddling knobs to get that way so it's a real, if somewhat invisible, success. This is also a partial delivery for live as it gives greater accuracy to knowing what goes outbound to the net when I play.
The biggest part for me is rolling out the song as it's not quite five minutes so it won't eat up much of a set but it's got some power. It's one of the few in which the level of my voice is raised rather than lowered as it's right for this one for sure. There is no pitch shifting on it although I might like to add a harmony track with the Vocalist.
Note: the Angeline in the song did not exist. I like the poetic twist of who she is but instead maybe she's a mutant Freudian Oedipal symbol of my mother. So, the Freuds can have a ball with that and I'll get back to twiddling knobs.
As to who she is now ... well ...
Angeline ...
would you like to go sailing?
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