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Thursday, May 3rd, 2007
In other news, it appears that R. Kelly was so moved by the Virginia Tech tragedy, he wrote a song and is dedicating 100% of the profits to the Hokie Spirit Memorial fund. While I initially found this commendable, I was then treated to a sneak peak at some of the lyrics in his tribute song: “Rise Up.”
“Rise up, when you feel you can’t go on, rise up, and all of your hope is gone, rise up, when you’re weak and you can’t be strong.”
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for the next verse, in which he will undoubtedly rhyme “fire” with “desire.”
The victims and their families deserve better than this trite, cliche’ ridden publicity stunt.
Friday, April 20th, 2007
10 reasons to forgive Cho Seung-Hui
I have been trying to get my arms around this tragedy all week. I think this is the best I can do. So I now post this open letter to the misguided soul whose place in the world will forever be remembered by his inability to come to terms with it.
Thursday, April 12th, 2007
‘Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.’
‘Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.’
‘Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.’
‘I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.’
‘I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.’
‘I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.’
‘Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.’
‘People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they’ll have good voice boxes in case there’s ever anything really meaningful to say.’
‘Still and all, why bother? Here’s my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.’
‘The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.’
‘The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal.
We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.’
‘To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.’
‘What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.’
‘Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?’
Friday, January 12th, 2007
ATLANTA (AP) — A body was found in an airplane wheel well after a Delta Air Lines flight from Africa landed in Atlanta on Friday morning, airline spokeswoman Betsy Talton said.
The flight had left Dakar, Senegal, more than nine hours earlier. It landed at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.
No additional details were available pending an investigation by federal and local law enforcement.
Wednesday, October 18th, 2006 This year has been very quiet on the Groovy Times front with the only material issued being the Fiskadoro â€˜Wilfordâ€™ EP, and â€˜Sunburnâ€™ cassette. But this will be changing very soon. First the holidays shall bring us the CD reissue/rethink of â€˜Christmas on the Brazosâ€™ by the Spies which will include new material.
Following the holidays we will get a major jumpstart as The Year of the Vampire will bring a new commitment to Groovy Times. Fiskadoro is in the process of recording their first album (tentatively titled â€˜Houston DNAâ€™). We hope to have this out early in the year along with a Groovy Times Website to keep track of the other material coming which includes-
Pablo Unidos & The Sound of Revolution
New ep, a follow up to the album they released on Groovy Times in 2005. This will see a new direction for the band, percussion heavy. Getting away from the strict dub of their debut. Pablo (ex-The Spies) also guested on the Boomchasers album, released this past year on Ice-Nine.
New ep including 3 remixes of songs by The Kimballs (Tom Burns ex-the V.T.O.) and other material as well, brought to you from Steve Ditch (The Republic of Texas).
Shocking new free improv band featuring Rich Kimball (Fiskadoro) on guitar and Tom Burns (The Kimballs) on drums. Neither of these individuals has been involved in anything like this before. Think John Coltrane, not John Rotten. There should be an ep out hopefully spring.
Other stuff is still in the planning stages. More news on that when it comes.
Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
Beefeater (1984-1986) was one of the flagship Revolution Summer bands in Washington, DC. Led by fiery singer Tomas Squip, guitar player Fred Smith and bass player Dug E. Bird they concocted a punk/metal/funk hybrid (with a dash of reggae as well) and took over the stage. They also brought a political element into the DC scene. Something that had not really been delved into by the original class of HarDCore bands.
The lyrics I bring forth today are from the bands song â€˜Beefeaterâ€™ which Squip describes as â€œA dialogue between the subject and its conscience, then myself and the subjectâ€.
Sit down to this and close your eyes(if youâ€™re doing wrong youâ€™re not alone)
sweep those thoughts right out of your mind
(thereâ€™s no place like hell but thereâ€™s no place like home)
settle down and doze awhile
(it couldnâ€™t be right but whoâ€™s to say so)
while youâ€™re eating that let me see you smile
(everyone else is doing it you know)
let me run down to the store for a pound of meat
make yourself at home
the flowers are blooming and the birds are all out
(you canâ€™t catch me cause iâ€™m lost in a crowd)
let me think of something nice to write about
(everythingâ€™s smiling for crying out loud)
the sky is like water, the clouds are like snow
(its a beautiful day so lets think real slow)
its great to be alive if they tell you so
(i close my eyes and away we go)
i hope it was good it was $2.99
now pay no mind while i run through this rhyme:
a life in a box with no place to piss
looks something like this
an innocent body slung by its heels
molested by chainsaws think how that feels
my mothers creation done nobody wrong
get shot with a gun, you know this song?
a four legged loser born in a trap
with less then a future this sound like crap?
a new born is crying why am i alone?
a mother is dying cut to the bone
sleep on this when you go to bed
(to be led down a hallway and crushed in the head)
and never live at all
a chrome plated graveyard, a ceramic tomb
a sad rivers running, of blood, for whom?
to be all alone, to call a slaughterhouse home
lets say it donâ€™t happen lets just forget itÂ
thereâ€™s no place like home
where the deer and the antelope roam
to call a slaughterhouse home?
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream
sleep it off!
Time, I absolve myself of your vow to vanquish me.