The Truth Files

Stephen Colbert/Daily Show Love. House, Hugh Laurie, Black Adder, BritCom obsessiveness. Eddie Izzard quoting ad naseum. Self loathing. Other people loathing. Anything else I can loathe-fit that in there too. Tales of alcohol and dogs. The occassional night at the bar causing trouble. Mis-treating brain cells...Who needs them? No sex. No drugs-usually. Much rock'n'roll. Just trying to survive in 615. Y'know. The usual.

Monday, November 14, 2005

We're not into music, We're into chaos

There's a gear movie on punk on IFC right now. It is so fantastic to see these people that were in there and saying "I can't believe they're taking it seriously." That is so awesome-generations have taken this accidental aesthetic so seriously and yet it was all a lark. How cool is that. I also get a great bit of laughter from the unbleepedness of this show. Yes, I take pleasure in dirty language. What do you expect from me? Class? Hardly.
Punk rock is now and has always been a joke. The difference is that the first generation was laughing. Stop looking at me-yes that's a stack of Ramones records and yeh that's a Joey Ramone bobble head and yeh I have a bunch of Clash records and the necessary Sex Pistols records...what are you looking at? I've got my tongue firmly planted in cheek when I start talking about being punker than thou you bastards. I've never started a band-if I had ever thought I was punk I would've had a band where I would've been the strange-woman child lead singer with the dirty mouth, drugged out eyes and the short dresses and a disasterous haircut wailing incomprehensibly to atonal melodies about the dole and unnatural sex acts.
It's hilarious, really, the innovators of the genre are saying that it was frustrating a couple of months toward the beginning of 1978 (you know punk babies-about a decade before you were born) punk became style that was in no way represented by the performers supposedly leading this cultural trend. The whole hype of the genre had nothing to do with what was actually going on with the music. The Sex Pistols-a band that was a parody from the beginning, and that knew they were a parody and was loving the irony of what they were representing-is the band that has become the prototypical representation of "punk" werat doesn't come back can get on their knees and suck my balls. That's the kind of professor I'll be-either way some sort of oral stimulation is involved.

/this post dedicated to Joe Strummer
I don't wanna go fightin' in the tropical heat

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