- Plastic Beach - Gorillaz
- Before Today - Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti
- Astro Coast - Surfer Blood
- This is Happening - LCD Sound System
- False Priest - of Montreal
- Cosmogramma - Flying Lotus
- Brothers - The Black Keys
- New Ameryka Part 2 - Eryka Badu
- Have One On Me - Joanna Newsome
- Heligoland - Massive Attack
- Sit Down Man - Das Racist
- How I get Over - The Roots
- Sea of Cowards - The Dead Weather
- Magic Central - Breathe Owl Breathe
- Mojo - Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
- Body Talk Part I - Robyn
- Business Casual - Chromeo
- Transference - Spoon
- The Brutalist Bricks - Ted Leo and The Pharmacists
- Hellbilly Deluxe II - Rob Zombie
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Top Twenty Albums of 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friendship...
We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.
- Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Remember...
As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed by Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.
At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, "Good night! Good night!"
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred's underwear goes on his toes.
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.
At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, "Good night! Good night!"
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred's underwear goes on his toes.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Searching...
“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.”
- Alexander Pope
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Changeless America....
USMC Brig. Gen. Smedley Butler, War is a Racket (1933):
After winning the Marine Corps Brevet Medal, the Army Distinguished Service Medal, the Navy Distinguished Service Medal, the French Order of the Black Star and two Congressional Medals of Honor, Butler said, "I spent 33 years and four months in active service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902–1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927, I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents."
Complete Speech Here.
Remember...
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side. And if "ifs" and "ands" Were pots and pans, There'd be no work for tinkers!
-Mother Goose-
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Read.....
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
T.S Eliot
Friday, November 19, 2010
Read....
Bluebird
CharlesBukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you
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