the pop culture ramblings of a lunatic.
Pop Culture Ramblings
Give My Reguards to the Dead Hippies in the Trunk of My Car.
Aug 2nd
Indie kids are a rare breed . The scene is like the perfect balance of scummy skaters and dirty, chi-balancing, tree-fucking hippies. Personally I love it to death, but it leaves me with so many questions. Why do all Indie girls dress like teenage victims from 1970’s slasher movies? Why do we all have to wear Thurston Moore sunglasses? Why does Kim Gordon look like Iggy Pop with tits? And why is there a mass Indie Kid exodus to Pitchfork Music Festival every single year?
These questions are hard. But every single year I find myself amidst LSD guzzling hippies listening to music no one has ever heard of, smoking too much pot, and drinking too much malt liquor.
It’s a nice experience. There’s good music and there’s terrible music. There are hulking gangster rap stars performing in front of 15,000 gangly, dreadfully pale and skinny Indie kids. Gleefully playing along as if they aren’t gangly, dreadfully pale, skinny Indie kids.
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Classical Composer of the Month: Andrew W.K.
Jul 20th
F or us, a truly great musician can make music that is both classical, unrelenting, and timeless. There are Motzart’s Piano Sonata in C major, 2nd movement , Beethoven’s 5th , perhaps even Bach’s Mass in B Minor . But none of these capture the true essence of a classic song: One of unparalleled song writing causing your heart to beat wildly and explode like an artillery hand grenade ( spewing chunks of your torso all over your street ), one which moves your soul like the deep currents of an ocean, and then slices them like some kind of amazing emo goddess .
U nder most circumstances, a good artist will prevail and become a classic artist. This artist is Andrew W.K.
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At World’s End
Jun 2nd
I remember watching a BBC Documentary entitled ‘Guys and Dolls.’ It was a one hour special looking into the lives of various societal misfits and their life sized doll collections. How can I explain this? These men , they buy life sized, anatomically correct (Working Vagina? Check. Firm rubber breasts? Check.) dolls and live with them. One of them was a twenty-two year old kid living in his parents basement that spent the majority of his days talking to an inanimate doll. It was some sad shit.
But I guess it worked for them. And if it works for them, should I really be emitting so much pity and apathy toward them?
I’m starting to feel that way toward the new Pirates movie. Can someone please tell me what the appeal behind this series is? Can someone tell me why it’s so fucking funny that Johnny Depp plays a mildly retarded, tourette ridden pirate captain that walks like an effeminate brain-damaged gay man ? Yes, I get it . He is sashaying his hands from side to side. That method of walking is uncommon and strange. A+ America, you are enjoying some seriously hilarious shit.
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Fuck Rosie O’Donell.
May 18th
I am well read scholar. I maintain a 4.0 GPA at Columbia College Chicago where I recklessly fraternize with two legged vixen women whom are blood thirsty for yours truly in the sack.
However, as of late I have been diminished to a mere Puppy Walker.
Yes it’s true, I’ve had the mundane experience of walking my new puppy out in the yard every morning so that it could take an epic shit. Now, I know that while most of you would find this activity adorable and perhaps even fun, I cannot share that sentiment. There is something about this puppy’s asshole that I just don’t trust , maybe that it keeps winking at me before it is going to take a shit. Or maybe it’s because it stretches to unthinkable proportions while depositing its very own puppy sludge.
While gazing into this miniature bowel movement my thoughts turned to Donald Trump. Not because Donald Trump has the facial and personable characteristics to that of a puppy’s asshole, but rather, his ongoing feud with Rosie O’Donnell.
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