http://braingarbagedystopie.blogspot.com/2009/10/without-further-delay-and-with-such.html
in my faux rolling stone musical reviewer voice
of the radical band
warlords of rock and roll and thunder and lightning
in my voice
what hollywood rehearsals matt oconnor calls abbie hoffman meets martha stewart or the hunter s. thompson (via mark holladay of the shiftless dreamers) of the illiterate facebook age (nothing against hunter s. just not a big fan due to his heavy handed misogyny---but hey i'll take it as a compliment?)
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and can i tell you will de los santos is one dopemagic cool genius!? we hung out. like totally! name dropping him as i call the big blue and experian . . .
Warlords . . . make me want to watch “Spun” the movie by will de los santos . . . and at least feel voyeuristically meth-melted . . .
And then the song “everything will happen before you die” goes reggae, like the new film, a reggae breakout top-secret, infinity production, undergoing constant tweaking, prior to long awaited release, five minutes before the long-awaited real apocalypse.
See, I haven't seen it, but I might be convinced that this dan finkle/brian mcguire film and accompanying soundtrack contain the missing code that would make today, for instance, make sense. It might save my life! It could be some regarbled hash of
cultural accretions and totally offend me, like most stuff does.
Especially if its like, extra misogynist with a dollop of misogyny on top.
But that would be to presume that I exist, which I cannot prove.
How can I be offended if I do not have any verifiable existence, or faith in language, time, or music?
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