Friday, June 24, 2011
Thanks, Michael J. Fox, Now I Wish I Had Some Oreos
This is possibly the second best thing Trey Parker and Matt Stone ever did, after Cannibal! The Musical, obviously. South Park loses points for becoming more concerned with teaching a lesson than being funny.
'Cause South Park was so good for a while, but then it got to a point when I just felt like I was being yelled at. I think it was the season where they killed off Chef, that's when I stopped watching. 'Cause it wasn't funny anymore. Even if I agreed with the message they were trying to get across they weren't using humor to back it up anymore, so why should I listen to them?
I know that South Park always had a moral at the end of the story; "I learned something today" and all that. But it was always funny, goddamnit! Every once in a while I'll try to give the show another chance and watch one of the new episodes and I always end up disappointed. I wanted to watch a hilarious show, not a lecture!
Anyway, let's just forget about that.
... Forget ... Forget ...
Have a wine cooler!
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The End Of A Collection
When I was about sixteen I started collecting Everything Mike Patton Had Ever Done.
I'm not just talking, like, Faith No More and Mr. Bungle albums, I'm talking everything. Some obscure noise album where he's on one track? You can sure bet I'd buy it (then listen to the one track once and then put it on the shelf and never touch it again). Some albums took me years to track down (at least one of which I ended up having to order from an Italian website that I couldn't read) and a lot of those weren't necessarily worth it. But I didn't mind; it drove me crazy knowing that there were Mike Patton songs I'd never heard and keeping the collection going eased that frustration.
But, as time goes on, tastes change. I'm still a Mike Patton fan, certainly, but not quite to the extent I once was. It's been a few years since I really made an effort to add anything to the collection (sure, I bought Peeping Tom and Mondo Cane the moment they were available, but it's been a great long while since I tried to track down something obscure because he performed on one song). I got lazy and, though I was actually caught up at one point, the man kept making music and doing guest spots on albums and I've fallen way behind.
And I'm finally ready to admit I'm okay with that.
The point of this ramble is, I'm taking a trip to Chicago next week and, being unemployed, I need all the extra cash I can get. And, even though it pains me a little (we're talking years of time and effort), I'm going to sell a good chunk of the collection to Amoeba. (Probably. There's always the chance they won't take stuff but, consarn it, I'm going to try at least.)
The only thing that really bothers me is I know I won't get back as much money as I spent on these albums. But maybe it's a good thing.
It's like a cleansing experience. I hope.
Why bring this all up? Because I want to have a comprehensive list of what I once had. So I give you now...
The Large Portion Of My Mike Patton Collection That I'm Selling So I Can Go On A Trip
-- A Bookshelf On Top Of The Sky: 12 Stories About John Zorn (documentary)
-- Angelica 1997
-- Blood Rooted by Sepultura; tracks Mine and Lookaway
-- Burner by Odd Nosdam; tracks 11th Ave Freakout Pt. 1 and 11th Ave Freakout Pt. 2
-- Charlie by Melt Banana; track Area 877 (Phoenix mix)
-- Down With The Scene by Kid 606; track Secrets 4 Sale
-- Elegy by John Zorn
-- Live At The Brixton Academy by Faith No More
-- Fear No Love by Bob Ostertag; tracks The Man In The Blue Slip and Not Your Girl
-- 50 (6) by Hemophiliac
-- 50 (12) by Painkiller
-- Getting To Know You: An Introduction To Ipecac Recordings (Rock A Rolla Magazine promo CD); track Not Alone "Dan The Automator Redux" (Peeping Tom)
-- Great Jewish Music: Burt Bacharach; track She's Gone Away
-- Great Jewish Music: Marc Bolan; track Chariot Choogle (Fantomas)
-- Great Jewish Music: Serge Gainsbourg; track Ford Mustang
-- Great Phone Calls; track Music Of The Night
-- Hemophiliac (limited edition two disc album)
-- I Am Legend (he was the voice of the monsters)
-- IAO: Music In Sacred Light by John Zorn; track Leviathan
-- Judgment Night: Music From The Motion Picture; track Another Body Murdered (Faith No More and Boo Yaa Tribe)
-- Love God by Milk Cult; track Relax And Sleep
-- Medulla by Bjork; tracks Pleasure Is All Mine and Where Is The Line
-- Memory Is An Elephant by Tin Hat Trio; secret track (everyone seems to think it's called Infinito, but I'm not convinced)
-- Moonchild: Songs Without Words by John Zorn
-- Music Romance Volume Two: Taboo And Exile by John Zorn; track Bulls-Eye
-- Pranzo Oltranzista by Mike Patton
-- Quero Saber by Carla Hassett; track Julia
-- Rise Above: 24 Black Flag Songs To Benefit The West Memphis Three; track Six Pack
-- Roots by Sepultura; track Lookaway
-- She by Maldoror
-- Six Litanies For Heliogabalus by John Zorn
-- Song Drapes by Jerry Hunt; track Song Drape 7 "I Come"
-- The Big Gundown: John Zorn Plays The Music Of Ennio Morricone; track The Ballad Of Hank McCain (vocal)
-- The Crybaby by The Melvins; track G.I. Joe
-- The Darkness (X Box 360 game)
-- The Gift by John Zorn; track Bridge To The Beyond
-- The Long Vein Of The Law by Subtle; track The Long Voice Of The Law
-- The Stone: Issue One
-- The Unknown Masada by John Zorn; track Zemaraim (Fantomas)
-- Trademark Of Quality (Warner Bros. promo CD); track Raping Your Mind (Mr. Bungle)
-- Tribus by Sepultura; track The Waste
-- Trouble by Jamie Saft Trio; track Ballad Of A Thin Man
-- Virginal Co Ordinates by Eyvind Kang
-- Voices In The Wilderness by John Zorn; track Kochot
-- Wamego Strikes Back (documentary)
-- Weird Little Boy
-- White People by Handsome Boy Modeling School; track Are You Down With It?
Be seeing you.
-Sally
I'm not just talking, like, Faith No More and Mr. Bungle albums, I'm talking everything. Some obscure noise album where he's on one track? You can sure bet I'd buy it (then listen to the one track once and then put it on the shelf and never touch it again). Some albums took me years to track down (at least one of which I ended up having to order from an Italian website that I couldn't read) and a lot of those weren't necessarily worth it. But I didn't mind; it drove me crazy knowing that there were Mike Patton songs I'd never heard and keeping the collection going eased that frustration.
But, as time goes on, tastes change. I'm still a Mike Patton fan, certainly, but not quite to the extent I once was. It's been a few years since I really made an effort to add anything to the collection (sure, I bought Peeping Tom and Mondo Cane the moment they were available, but it's been a great long while since I tried to track down something obscure because he performed on one song). I got lazy and, though I was actually caught up at one point, the man kept making music and doing guest spots on albums and I've fallen way behind.
And I'm finally ready to admit I'm okay with that.
The point of this ramble is, I'm taking a trip to Chicago next week and, being unemployed, I need all the extra cash I can get. And, even though it pains me a little (we're talking years of time and effort), I'm going to sell a good chunk of the collection to Amoeba. (Probably. There's always the chance they won't take stuff but, consarn it, I'm going to try at least.)
The only thing that really bothers me is I know I won't get back as much money as I spent on these albums. But maybe it's a good thing.
It's like a cleansing experience. I hope.
Why bring this all up? Because I want to have a comprehensive list of what I once had. So I give you now...
The Large Portion Of My Mike Patton Collection That I'm Selling So I Can Go On A Trip
-- A Bookshelf On Top Of The Sky: 12 Stories About John Zorn (documentary)
-- Angelica 1997
-- Blood Rooted by Sepultura; tracks Mine and Lookaway
-- Burner by Odd Nosdam; tracks 11th Ave Freakout Pt. 1 and 11th Ave Freakout Pt. 2
-- Charlie by Melt Banana; track Area 877 (Phoenix mix)
-- Down With The Scene by Kid 606; track Secrets 4 Sale
-- Elegy by John Zorn
-- Live At The Brixton Academy by Faith No More
-- Fear No Love by Bob Ostertag; tracks The Man In The Blue Slip and Not Your Girl
-- 50 (6) by Hemophiliac
-- 50 (12) by Painkiller
-- Getting To Know You: An Introduction To Ipecac Recordings (Rock A Rolla Magazine promo CD); track Not Alone "Dan The Automator Redux" (Peeping Tom)
-- Great Jewish Music: Burt Bacharach; track She's Gone Away
-- Great Jewish Music: Marc Bolan; track Chariot Choogle (Fantomas)
-- Great Jewish Music: Serge Gainsbourg; track Ford Mustang
-- Great Phone Calls; track Music Of The Night
-- Hemophiliac (limited edition two disc album)
-- I Am Legend (he was the voice of the monsters)
-- IAO: Music In Sacred Light by John Zorn; track Leviathan
-- Judgment Night: Music From The Motion Picture; track Another Body Murdered (Faith No More and Boo Yaa Tribe)
-- Love God by Milk Cult; track Relax And Sleep
-- Medulla by Bjork; tracks Pleasure Is All Mine and Where Is The Line
-- Memory Is An Elephant by Tin Hat Trio; secret track (everyone seems to think it's called Infinito, but I'm not convinced)
-- Moonchild: Songs Without Words by John Zorn
-- Music Romance Volume Two: Taboo And Exile by John Zorn; track Bulls-Eye
-- Pranzo Oltranzista by Mike Patton
-- Quero Saber by Carla Hassett; track Julia
-- Rise Above: 24 Black Flag Songs To Benefit The West Memphis Three; track Six Pack
-- Roots by Sepultura; track Lookaway
-- She by Maldoror
-- Six Litanies For Heliogabalus by John Zorn
-- Song Drapes by Jerry Hunt; track Song Drape 7 "I Come"
-- The Big Gundown: John Zorn Plays The Music Of Ennio Morricone; track The Ballad Of Hank McCain (vocal)
-- The Crybaby by The Melvins; track G.I. Joe
-- The Darkness (X Box 360 game)
-- The Gift by John Zorn; track Bridge To The Beyond
-- The Long Vein Of The Law by Subtle; track The Long Voice Of The Law
-- The Stone: Issue One
-- The Unknown Masada by John Zorn; track Zemaraim (Fantomas)
-- Trademark Of Quality (Warner Bros. promo CD); track Raping Your Mind (Mr. Bungle)
-- Tribus by Sepultura; track The Waste
-- Trouble by Jamie Saft Trio; track Ballad Of A Thin Man
-- Virginal Co Ordinates by Eyvind Kang
-- Voices In The Wilderness by John Zorn; track Kochot
-- Wamego Strikes Back (documentary)
-- Weird Little Boy
-- White People by Handsome Boy Modeling School; track Are You Down With It?
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Friday, June 10, 2011
Oh, Insomnia, You Petulant She-Bitch
It's one o'clock AM June 10, 2011. I'm wide awake. Not through choice. I'd been lying in the dark for the better part of an hour before I finally came to terms with the fact that either my mind or body (or both) was having none of it and now is apparently the time for me to be wide awake.
I tried very hard to get some writing done but my two main characters refuse to get to where they need to go. They are staunchly waiting in the car. Maybe Eddiphant thinks the hotel has a bellhop who's going to carry all those boxes in for him. It ain't gonna happen, Eddi! You carry your own damn boxes!
So that goes nowhere.
I wish I had a mission like my brother's. He's got a list of video nasties to track down and see. What do I have? I could search for Catch My Soul but how does one begin to search for a lost film? It's not like I can ask the director where it's gotten to (may he rest in peace); according to one article I read he tried to have his name taken off of it anyway. So all I can do is read my press kit and wait for the soundtrack to show up and wonder where do I go from there?
Searching for a lost film is not a profession.
Today at Amoeba I talked a man into buying A&E's volume one of The Prisoner on VHS. He talked me into buying The Bible ... In The Beginning. He seemed like a nice dude; I hope he enjoys the show. I certainly talked it up enough.
Harpo Marx seems to think it's time for Patrick McGoohan to step aside and let someone else have a turn in the spotlight of my mind. Harpo wants his moment to shine. I love Harpo and I had a big crush on him when I was a little girl but I've got about ten McGoohan movies left in the Movie Lottery bucket. I hope Harpo can be patient and wait for his turn 'til I've gotten through those.
It's tough when all your favorite actors are dead. You always know you'll never get to see them on a panel at a convention.
Last night I had a dream about a Former Friend returning into my life. It was an unwelcome return but there was nothing I could do about it. We went to a party at a house I may or may not have ever been to before. There were carnival games and tests of endurance. Former Friend hated the electrical shock booth but I found it exhilirating (just like in real life; if there's an "electrify yourself" machine in an arcade, it is guaranteed to get at least one of my quarters). Off in the corner on a couch sat a Current Friend, who I joined to watch a Muppet movie. I must have said the wrong thing, though, because Current Friend stormed away then returned with a STRONGLY WORDED LETTER WRITTEN IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS that essentially told me to go to hell and die, that I should never speak to Current Friend again. I was miserable.
Then my cell phone startled me awake with its "You Have A Text Message" noise. I chose the quietest alert tone available and it still wakes me. I am a very light sleeper.
My brain continues to play Honey by The Hush Sound in a loop. I don't know very many of the lyrics. Mostly it plays the "you are my love" and "you always let me down" parts.
I wish I could sleep. Or, at the very least, get over my writers block. Perhaps I need a change of focus. Maybe I should get to work on that musical I'll never finish because I don't know how to write music. Maybe I should just jump to the middle of the story and not even worry about how to get my characters out of where they are now. Maybe a third thing.
If I'm not going to have anything to do over the next couple of weeks I may as well just skip them and go straight to Chicago. I really hope my refunded application fee arrives before I leave.
There's no point in looking for a job when you'd have to ask for time off immediately.
When you bother to stop and think, that's when it all falls apart.
I have ten different nailpolishes. Each finger is a different color. I've always wanted that to happen.
I don't think my mom has that Why A Duck? book anymore. It probably wouldn't be worth it to go out to the living room and look. And I'm already in the middle of a book.
I think there need to be more evil Draculas and fewer romantic Draculas.
I don't like movie romance because it makes me hate myself. I don't think I'll ever find perfect movie love (or any at all, really; none that's returned, anyway). And I don't need to watch unrequited love stories, I've lived plenty enough of my own.
I'm embarrassed to have shared that. Luckily, nobody reads this blog.
Maybe I could try sleeping again. It's rather obvious I'm tired.
I will sleep late into the morning and hate my life all the more because of it. Any day that starts after nine AM is a day wasted. Lately all my days are wasted.
Any work that needs to be done or errands that need to be run should be over and done with by six PM. Nighttime is for fun and or relaxation. Nighttime is when dinners with friends happen, when comedy shows and plays are attended, when board games are played, when quality time with family and friends is spent. Work at night is only acceptable if the work is performance. Any other nighttime work is depressing and wasteful.
I am wasting my life.
I am wasting my life.
I am wasting my life.
I don't know how to stop wasting my life.
If it's never going to get any better I may as well just give up now.
That sounds far more drastic than it was intended.
I read somewhere once that intelligent people tend more toward night owlism and depression. So at least I'm not an idiot. It's refreshing to know I'm an intelligent waste of space.
It's one thirty AM on June 10, 2011. I'm wide awake. Not through choice.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
I tried very hard to get some writing done but my two main characters refuse to get to where they need to go. They are staunchly waiting in the car. Maybe Eddiphant thinks the hotel has a bellhop who's going to carry all those boxes in for him. It ain't gonna happen, Eddi! You carry your own damn boxes!
So that goes nowhere.
I wish I had a mission like my brother's. He's got a list of video nasties to track down and see. What do I have? I could search for Catch My Soul but how does one begin to search for a lost film? It's not like I can ask the director where it's gotten to (may he rest in peace); according to one article I read he tried to have his name taken off of it anyway. So all I can do is read my press kit and wait for the soundtrack to show up and wonder where do I go from there?
Searching for a lost film is not a profession.
Today at Amoeba I talked a man into buying A&E's volume one of The Prisoner on VHS. He talked me into buying The Bible ... In The Beginning. He seemed like a nice dude; I hope he enjoys the show. I certainly talked it up enough.
Harpo Marx seems to think it's time for Patrick McGoohan to step aside and let someone else have a turn in the spotlight of my mind. Harpo wants his moment to shine. I love Harpo and I had a big crush on him when I was a little girl but I've got about ten McGoohan movies left in the Movie Lottery bucket. I hope Harpo can be patient and wait for his turn 'til I've gotten through those.
It's tough when all your favorite actors are dead. You always know you'll never get to see them on a panel at a convention.
Last night I had a dream about a Former Friend returning into my life. It was an unwelcome return but there was nothing I could do about it. We went to a party at a house I may or may not have ever been to before. There were carnival games and tests of endurance. Former Friend hated the electrical shock booth but I found it exhilirating (just like in real life; if there's an "electrify yourself" machine in an arcade, it is guaranteed to get at least one of my quarters). Off in the corner on a couch sat a Current Friend, who I joined to watch a Muppet movie. I must have said the wrong thing, though, because Current Friend stormed away then returned with a STRONGLY WORDED LETTER WRITTEN IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS that essentially told me to go to hell and die, that I should never speak to Current Friend again. I was miserable.
Then my cell phone startled me awake with its "You Have A Text Message" noise. I chose the quietest alert tone available and it still wakes me. I am a very light sleeper.
My brain continues to play Honey by The Hush Sound in a loop. I don't know very many of the lyrics. Mostly it plays the "you are my love" and "you always let me down" parts.
I wish I could sleep. Or, at the very least, get over my writers block. Perhaps I need a change of focus. Maybe I should get to work on that musical I'll never finish because I don't know how to write music. Maybe I should just jump to the middle of the story and not even worry about how to get my characters out of where they are now. Maybe a third thing.
If I'm not going to have anything to do over the next couple of weeks I may as well just skip them and go straight to Chicago. I really hope my refunded application fee arrives before I leave.
There's no point in looking for a job when you'd have to ask for time off immediately.
When you bother to stop and think, that's when it all falls apart.
I have ten different nailpolishes. Each finger is a different color. I've always wanted that to happen.
I don't think my mom has that Why A Duck? book anymore. It probably wouldn't be worth it to go out to the living room and look. And I'm already in the middle of a book.
I think there need to be more evil Draculas and fewer romantic Draculas.
I don't like movie romance because it makes me hate myself. I don't think I'll ever find perfect movie love (or any at all, really; none that's returned, anyway). And I don't need to watch unrequited love stories, I've lived plenty enough of my own.
I'm embarrassed to have shared that. Luckily, nobody reads this blog.
Maybe I could try sleeping again. It's rather obvious I'm tired.
I will sleep late into the morning and hate my life all the more because of it. Any day that starts after nine AM is a day wasted. Lately all my days are wasted.
Any work that needs to be done or errands that need to be run should be over and done with by six PM. Nighttime is for fun and or relaxation. Nighttime is when dinners with friends happen, when comedy shows and plays are attended, when board games are played, when quality time with family and friends is spent. Work at night is only acceptable if the work is performance. Any other nighttime work is depressing and wasteful.
I am wasting my life.
I am wasting my life.
I am wasting my life.
I don't know how to stop wasting my life.
If it's never going to get any better I may as well just give up now.
That sounds far more drastic than it was intended.
I read somewhere once that intelligent people tend more toward night owlism and depression. So at least I'm not an idiot. It's refreshing to know I'm an intelligent waste of space.
It's one thirty AM on June 10, 2011. I'm wide awake. Not through choice.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
You've Got A Dark Heart
It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been neglecting this blog. And I'm sorry about that. But I haven't had much to say lately and I haven't been watcing Youtube videos lately.
This morning, however, I awoke to find my friend Ivan had suggested a new band for me to listen to. Their name is The Hush Sound, and they go like this:
I'm already obsessed and adding this to the list of music I have to get. And I love the video and its color codedness.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
This morning, however, I awoke to find my friend Ivan had suggested a new band for me to listen to. Their name is The Hush Sound, and they go like this:
I'm already obsessed and adding this to the list of music I have to get. And I love the video and its color codedness.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
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