Sam
The ignorance…
When they get a White History Month, what the fuck are we gonna talk about?? All the same shit we’ve BEEN talking about forever in all the other damn months?? Are we gonna be learning some new shit about the dominant culture? Please. Explain it to me?
(via stfuconservatives)
My “Fags Hate God” shirt arrived today. I fucking love you, Limp Wrist.
— Banksy (via thesecretdiaryofjake)
(Source: crucialxvibes, via serotooonin)
“Louie Louie” by Black Flag. Because motherfucking Dez Cadena, that’s why.
If you take the concept of genre seriously, how do we explain this? “Louie Louie,” like “Stepping Stone,” became an unlikely touchstone for Punk and Hardcore. Does that mean “Louie Louie” was Punk before Punk was a thing? A song in search of a genre? Waiting for a generation of musicians that would catch up to the implications hidden within its chords? Or did Punk bands take “Louie Louie” and, claiming it as their own, remake it in their image?
There is a third possibility, suggested by Jorge Luis Borges in his essay “Kafka and His Precursors.” He wrote: “The fact is that each writer creates his precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.” I suspect that Punk bands simply helped us to notice certain thrilling idiosyncrasies that had been present in Rock & Roll music for decades already. Here, Black Flag allows us to hear “Louie Louie” in a way we might never have heard it without them. Sure, it’s a Hardcore song. But as we’ve learned today, it’s also a Doo Wop song, a Reggae song, a Garage Rocker, an R&B standard, Surf Rock (wait, did I forget to post that version by The Ventures?), and so much more yet to come.
On another note, Greg Ginn solos are always rad.
(via have-a-gander)
— Victoria Coren, “Why Love Beats Economics”
I had a dream last night that David Mitchell and I (and a small army) killed the queen and overtook power of England, with David Mitchell gaining some sort of incredibly honorary title and becoming ruler of England, and me beginning to play the Deputy Prime Minister.
But then David starting ruling the country as a psychotic fascist dictator and it started to get really scary. I then stabbed him under encouragement from the Labour party and ran off into exile, but then I stopped playing this character in the dream. David survived somehow, continuing as a mad fascist, and sought vengeance on the old Deputy Prime Minister.
The Olympics had started and David was running around London (which wasn’t really London, just a much calmer and greener version of London) looking for the Deputy PM, eventually finding him sitting on a chair next to a church. In the end I think they both died, to the benefit of England’s future, and then I woke up.
That was a weird, weird dream.
