[Closed] Our Favourite Music
A couple songs re black folks in American politics, suggested by the "Thelemic Politics" thread discussion of this topic.
All from the '70s, and all about the US' last severely criminal Republican president, Dick Nixon. Of course, Nixon was a mere amateur in crime compared to Trump.
Nixon merely dabbled in treason (with the secret Paris Viet Nam talks with Hanoi), rather than wallowing in it like the current Russian-puppet-President, and Nixon's worst enemies never suggested that he used his office to enrich himself and his family. Another difference is that there is no evidence of Nixon committing criminal acts before he ran for President, whereas Trump has been a fraudster, con-artist, Mob partner, and money laundry for Russian organized crime money his entire life. Finally, Nixon was quite smart, rather than being dumber than a box-full of rocks.
'I pledge allegiance to the hip hop' For example, I don't really like hip hop.
I love rhythm. I play drums, I play instruments, but its generally (hop hop) all samples and thats it.
@Tiger thats what the song says
It seems like these days no one can enjoy a work of art or even a dance or martial art without it being politicised.
Leftists are making everything racist.
If you don't enjoy 'hip hop' or 'rap' then you are racist!
It just happens to be that that is made by predominantly african descendant individuals. lol I even have to use that term.
So @ignant why do you think your chosen party of democrats is obsessed with skin colour? because I am not.
I meet people, I judge them on how they act. And what they do.
But the democrats say they should all as Hillary said, 'get us coffee' during the 2008 presidential race, Hillary’s husband Bill said this of Obama: “A few years ago, this guy would have been getting us coffee.” Hillary didn’t say this one but her husband did and she certainly never disavowed it.
how does that jive with your socialist equality views?
How about we all just say that politics suck and no one is right?
I bet you will grind your bones and say something like 'blablabla racism and working class' with out any back up.
You have yet to post and real Trump racist quotes.
I still respect you because I am not 12..
as we all said we is all double posting and its like a nut house now so i probably missed a lot of SNIP as they say
i hate hiphop. I don't think that video of some Brazilian women doing capoeira (in California) is very political.
I re-posted the Trump quotes yesterday in the Politics thread.
The "racist quotes" from Hillary are just silly or turn out not to have ever happened, and don't actually include any evidence of her saying anything remotely racist- most provide no citation outside that same right-wing site (the links are to other pages on that site), and three link to "unavailable" youtube videos. The few that were mentioned anywhere else in media turn out to be bullshit.
Example: Hillary did participate in a skit with NYC Mayor de Blasio (whose wife and son are black), and a black actor called Leslie Odom, that includes the phrase “Sorry Hillary, I was running on CP time.” [de Blasio is famous for being late to everything, despite being Caucasian.]
The part your source omits:
Hillary tells de B "Thanks for the endorsement, Bill. It took you long enough!"
He replies “Sorry Hillary, I was running on CP time.”
Odom says "I don’t like jokes about that, Bill."
Hllary delivers the punchline: "'Cautious politician' time- I've been there."
Lame, yes, but not so racist.
As to the idea that a "racist expression" was used: I have never ever in my life heard anyone say "CP time" before, the phrase is "CPT" ["colored people's time", that is, late].
I have also never heard anyone who is not black use the phrase. It is not a racist phrase used to mock blacks, it is an African American Vernacular English expression making a self-mocking/ironic comment.
Pious whites who think this common AAVE expression is racist will probably take a conniption when they hear about the equally common AAVE expression "the 'itis" [usage example: "I ain't do no work this afternoon- that sandwich at lunch was too big, and i got the 'itis."] Look it up.
Democrats are "obsessed with race" because we live in a society founded upon, and permeated with, racism, and stand opposed to a political party who have been using racism to win elections since 1968.
Let's argue about this stuff over in Politics to avoid mixing the planes. I admit to posting tendentious political comment with music, and will try not to do that.
chris: Probably you have no interest in anarchist labor songs, but do check out Utah Philips' cover of "Hallelujah I'm A Bum"- i promise you will laugh. This is our sneaky Commie propaganda at work.
Why i hate hiphop: Here is a current, very big song, by Vic Mensa, "Camp America".
Mensa is the best thing hiphop has come up with in a long time. He is supersmart (thus the name), his flow is fabu, he dresses very punky, his favorite band is The Clash, he has his hiphop career, but also just started a side-project "punk band", with dudes from some Cali pop-punk/kinderpunk bands. All my black friends in their 20s, who are mostly grad students, academics, and scientists (like almost everyone else i know), worship dude. VM is pretty much the King Rapper among smart young black folks these days, along with Killer Mike from Run The Jewels. Chance The Rapper is popular with undergrads who want to seem smart, but appears to have few fans in the graduate schools.
This is the first song from the "punk band", 93PUNX. This video has a decent song, clever political lyrics, politics i obviously dig, very well-done visuals, but i would never listen to it voluntarily.
It is banal as fuck musically, and the AUTOTUNE (that apparently is required to get radio play) is fucking horrible (it always is).
I used to say to my students "I'm so old, i can remember back when black folks could play musical instruments." I'll top that- i can even remember when they used to actually sing. God i hate autotune.
Truly everything great about America right here;
"Listening to a politician is like listening to nothing" ~ Gerry.
when i was a kid we used to go around amending Dead-head graffiti from
i will be GRATEFUL when
they are DEAD
I think i have told the story of my extremely gorgeous angelic blonde hippie tutoring student, who i had not realized was desperately in love with me, telling me that Jerry had died, and me replying, utterly deadpan, "How could they tell?" (recycling an old Calvin Coolidge joke), to her utter disgust. She was misled by the fact that i had very long hair at the time into thinking i was a hippie sympathizer. A very beautiful and very smart girl, but one must have one's principles.
The above a much amended live version that leaves out the best line "You're in a cheap rundown teenage jail..."
Naah, just got much better at getting away with it...
A dispatch from the America where i grew up, the one certain folks are trying to get rid of:
My Uncle Bill (mom's brother, just like the song) did get clean too, just like the song. but the tall lanky one was his brother the Jumping-Jesus.
Possibly Uncle Bill's greatest line ever (on phone to his super-liberal sis, my mom): "Naw, i'm telling everyone they got to vote for this nigger!" [Barack Obama, the first time].
..but Cash and Garcia had a lot in common.
i actually, in the spirit of tolerance and hey-we-all-can-learn, watched and listed to a couple minutes of that wretched hippie shit. God it suuuuucks.
Even though i know "New Speedway Boogie" is guar-an-fucking-teed to piss me the fuck off, by, like, really, when that fat beardo junkie California hippie shit-bag starts singing. Right up there with that stupid-ass song about "St. Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes."
Just as bad as i thought it was when i was 15, if not worse. I have re-thought a few of my teenage musical judgements but not that one.
Here is some quality American music by musicians with real integrity, and who wash rather than being dirty hippies:
Merle Haggard explains how "we don't smoke no mar'juana in Muskogee, and we don't take trips on LSD", or "make a party out of lovin'":
Noted drug-warrior Willie Nelson joins Merle, although it is possible there is sarcasm here in this later version:
In case anyone wants to say i just dig that hipster-ass country: George "No-Show" Jones:
Any of those George Jones songs, or Dolly Parton's "Jolene", blow anything ever recorded by the Dead clear out of the water.
Hippie drug addicts playing fake country music do not do as good a job as redneck drug addicts playing the real thing.
Here, a nice clean-cut young Buck Owens and his Buckaroos show us some guitar playing that puts Jerry to shame. There was some good guitar playing coming out of California in 1969, but out of Bakersfield not SF.
Any of those George Jones songs, or Dolly Parton’s “Jolene”, blow anything ever recorded by the Dead clear out of the water.
You probably never checked out any Dead albums particularly from before 1970. Most idiots who diss The Dead never actually checked out the initial classic psychedelic period albums. There's a parallel with the flak that The Bee Gees (another legendary band) received; just automatic nonsense. Yeah Jolene is brilliant.
Let's clear the air here;
Dude, i was 13 when Europe 72 came out. I grew up in America, in the 1970s, and smoked weed and did acid (like any normal American '70s teenager), and you think i have not heard early Dead?
The Dead were certainly the most popular band, by far, among my white peers growing up, with The Allman Brothers #2. Believe me i had to listen to that shit for hours a day for many years. I know the words to every song, and annoyed my peers by singing them in a sarcastic hippie voice.
The Dead's guitar sound owes really a lot to the Bakersfield boys, especially Buck Owens, but this is true of all countryish rock, from the Eagles to Creedence.
Boston hardcore kids referred to all hippies as "fuckin' Jerries" which i always thought was hysterical.
Also can't stand Jane's Addiction. It's not that i hate everything from California (Buck Owens, Merle Haggard above, for example).
More than familiar, those are certainly their least terrible records, and "Dark Star" is almost good.
Here is some noodly hippie shit i actually like, though it can't hold a candle to George Jones.
If you want real freaks go to Whole Foods...
Y'all fightin' ageeen?
Well I am stayin at a hotel by the Haight in San Fran and it's gorgeous.
We will take Victorian splendour and free tea time in afternoon w free wine and cheese before dinner over hippy stuff.
But here is a medley I like https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7I0vkKy504U
The grateful dead suck.
Only good song is Truckin.
Its a lot of frenchy and english tourists and Arabs around here these days which puts my wife at ease Lol. No junkies or scary homeless.
So far *thelemic cross* I have been constantly vigilant and prepared w scenarios as we walk BC of some guys on bikes but still ...great seafood! 😀
A little San Francisco music for chris and the wife, and to placate Flower-Child david:
The Avengers, with "The American In Me" (1979):
The greatest band ever to come out of SF was The Flamin' Groovies.
First, "Headin' For The Texas Border" (from the Flamingo LP, 1970), dual lead guitar work that puts Certain Smelly Hippies to shame, and stellar drumming for chris:
And "Teenage Head" (from the LP of the same name, 1971)- "I'm a teenage monster, California born and bred":
authentic ie West coast Psychedelia
Dude, i just posted Hot fucking Tuna yesterday, and the Flamin' Groovies this morning---- GET A CLUE SON!
California? CHECK! Heavy guitars? CHECK! Gobbling acid like M & Ms (Smarties to you Brits)? DOUBLE-CHECK!
More acid-drenched music from SF that does not suck:
It's A Beautiful Day!, "White Bird" (live, 1970);
Blue Cheer, "Parchment Farm", Vincebus Eruptum (1968; my born-again hippie uncle gave me his copy after "that Jesus crap" took hold, so i have owned this album since 14 or so)
More "authentic ie West coast Psychedelia" that an English guy probably never heard of:
SF psychedelic-funk monsters Lydia Pense and Cold Blood, live at the fucking Fillmore 1971 (is that "West Coast psychedelic" enough for you son?):
Also live at the Fillmore, another SF band that probably did more acid than the Dead, Quicksilver Messenger Service, "Pride Of Man" (1966):
Detour south to LA: The Seeds miming "Pushin'Too Hard" on TV (my guess is 1966):
Beginning at 5:07pm Eastern Daylight Time today (and whatever time in foreign parts like California and the UK), and through Sunday: to commemorate the 50th anniversary, a Philly radio station is broadcasting, and internet-casting, every single minute of Woodstock in chronological order at the original showtimes, complete with rain delays etc.
Saturday is the killer night, with Creedence, Janis, Sly, The Who, Jefferson Airplane, Joe Cocker, Country Joe and the Fish, Ten Years After, and The Band. Actually it blends into Sunday morning.
Friday is no joke either, tonight is less essential. Be sure not to miss Sha Na Na, the pride of the Harvard Glee Club, coming out at 7:30 am Sunday morning with a rousing "WAKE UP, YOU FUCKING HIPPIES!!!"
david will be excited to know the Dead are the last act Friday night, 10:30pm EDT.
Stay away from the brown acid. We have heard specifically that the brown acid is a bummer.
A personal "Meetings With Remarkable Men" note: A much younger ignant took yoga classes in high school from '72-'75 at the world headquarters of the Integral Yoga Institute, run by Woodstock prayer-blessing giver Sri Swami Satchitananda (7:10pm EDT tonight Thursday).
I was taken to an audience with the Swami, a great honor because i was such a good yoga student. I noticed he was wearing leather sandals with his orange holyman robes. I asked him, "Swami, i know you are a vegetarian, and practice ahimsa, so why are you wearing leather sandals?"
His reply [heavy Peter Sellers-like Indian accent]: "If a pickpocket looks at a saint, all he will see is pockets." I was not invited to any further audiences with the Swami.
It’s A Beautiful Day!, “White Bird” (live, 1970)
Ok you got me, that is brilliant, reminds of one of my favourite bands The Airplane. I'm surprised I missed The Flamin’ Groovies. I'm surprised you've omitted The Elevators (although from Texas).
The Airplane were sort of more "leftist" lyrically than the other bands. Lend this your ear (and what an album!);
Paine and Pierce and Robespierre, Juarez and Danton
Luther, King and Lumumba dead but far from gone
Lenin, Cleaver, Jesus too, outlaws in their nations
Revolutionaries all, dreamed of liberation
God is up in heaven his agents here on earth
The church has said that this man rules, he's best because of birth
But what's that noise down in the street, who dares to shout and sing?
With all his courtiers at his side, who dares to touch the king?
Old man get some soldiers, keep them close at hand
There's a fire in the country, there's a flame come to the land
Seven thousand loyal troops, in ranks they stretch so far
With seven thousand well armed men, no one can touch the czar
Louis watch the prisons, send the goons around
Is that Paris burning, is the Bastille falling down?
And where are all the mercenaries - paid for by the king?
Have they joined the mob you say, doesn't money mean anything?
Old men get some soldiers, keep them close at hand
The seeds that were sown yesterday now flower in the land
And guard yourself most carefully with military might
For plants that cannot bloom by day must flower in the night
Mayet: Everyone knows SNAFU and FUBAR, but then there are also SUSFU ["Situation Unchanged; Still Fucked Up"], the synonym TASFU ["Things Are Still Fucked Up"], and TARFU ["Totally And Royally Fucked Up" or "Things Are Really Fucked Up"], and the ominous FUMTU ["Fucked Up; More Than Usual"]. FUMTU is the worst one.
I knew all these by like age 7. Dad was Air Force, four uncles Army, one Navy, one grandfather Army, the other Navy.
The Dead are coming on on the Woodstock live broadcast in about 15 minutes, david, and i am listening:
Since the Dead are sucking extra-hard at Woodstock (five (5) songs in 90 fucking minutes- please!), i turned it off for a while and listened to Marcia Griffith; thanx Tiger, had not heard that in ages.
And now (after some Beatles covers), a song by the artist with more US hits than the Beatles, and a 1963 hit the Beatles did a cover of* on their first album...
Why yes, of course, it's everybody's favorite, Buck Owens and his Buckaroos- take it awaaay, Buck and Don!
* Yes i know Buck did not write it, so keep those cards and letters; the Beatles are definitely covering the Buck Owens hit when they do it.
Creedence supposedly also sucked at Woodstock- they blamed the Dead for taking forever.
No way i am staying up late enough for Janis or Sly, but will probably wake up in time for some of The Who (5 am EDT), and certainly all of Airplane (8 am). God bless Penn for broadcasting this- those Ivy League kids are not all entirely useless, Tiger.
Anyway, ignant signing off these internets, and going to read (short fiction of Raymond Chandler, for roughly the 135th time (45 years since i was 15 x 3 readings of all works annually, which is probably an underestimate)) and then sleep.
now that's how i like the drums
Me's I ya all's about the rhythm section.
Still live streaming Woodstock, starting with Joe Cocker. Who is still on now, 2:38 pm EDT.
My wife made me put it on: "Amor, i want to hear these announcements about 'Please go to the Hog Farm Tent Molly Jones', and this green acid." She likes the music OK too but is really digging the announcements between bands.
I remember the famous warnings about the brown acid
from the album and movie, but apparently the green acid was even worse.
Oh, and this- did i ever tell the story about Billy Idol (into his despicable solo career by this time) coming into the club i worked at (Danceteria) at the time, with two bodyguards, and mingling with the commoners and hoi polloi, at least to the extent one can with two minders.
Oh, and wearing some kind of very purple toga/New Romantic cape.
Pursuant to a dare from i think my now-dead best pal, i chugged a mouth-and-gullet-full of beer in front of his face, and then spewed it all full in his face, chucked the bottle at the closer minder's face, and dipped hard (taking advantage of knowing the place well from working there), with the other bodyguard in hot pursuit.
The one i threw the bottle at had to stay in case i was a diversion for the real attack on the principal, Mr Idol. My friends stayed and laughed and jeered and pointed.
Some of the most fun a man can have with his clothes on.
Billy back before he sucked.
Country Joe in mid-set now after the long rain-break.