Thursday, October 27, 2016

Michael Moore gives powerful pro-Trump speech (without meaning to)

"Trump's election is going to be the biggest F*** You in human history."

Early self-abusive deaths of Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, and, yes, Pete Burns are depressing as hell: These men had a confluence of what most of us plebes wish for and dream of -- good looks, fame, wealth, creative ability. But it all meant nothing to them.

If life means nothing to those blessed, what are the rest of us to think?

(I'll add Sylvia Plath -- whose birthday is today, October 27-- to this list. In 1963, when she killed herself at age 30, she wasn't sexy or rich or famous, but she was brilliant and had had a noted scholastic and literary career and a meaningful love in Ted Hughes. All of which, apparently, meant nothing to her.)

Interesting to me what an individual chooses to live for, or not live for.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Fastball - The Way (1998)

Initially bought this CD in 1998 based on this wonderful song. Rest of the CD was mediocre, aside from "Out of My Head." Quickly sold the CD months later, forgot about the band. Just today, though, heard "The Way" on Austin radio on the way back from lunch... CRANKED IT UP. Such a goose-bump-raising good song.

Then went and bought Fastball's Greatest Hits on Amazon, which included these 2 songs. Hopefully the "Hits" will be better overall than the initial mediocre "All the Pain Money Can Buy" CD that I sold off all those years ago. Whatever --- I want both "The Way" and "Out of My Head" in my collection.

2016: You Spin Me Round -- Pete Burns

Pete Burns singing "You Spin Me Round" in 2016.
What was interesting in 1985 had turned into utter psychosis 30 years later. The song remained the same, but the singer now nothing but a diminutive middle-aged man with a horribly re-done plastic face pretending to be a diva... then having to share the stage with whoever that random guy was. And everybody pretending that it was all still sexy and meaningful... Whatever happened to Pete Burns' EYES? They were so teasing and inviting and sexy in the '85 video; by 2016, they were dumb-nothing utterly blank slits embedded in a plastic face.
Try as the Gay Community might to reconstruct, "camp" will never equal true "sexiness." (Not "joke sexy" as the Gay World and Media present, but actual sexiness --- where you're too moved/struck by another person to make any sort of fun. Well, until later...)

1985: You Spin Me Round -- Dead or Alive/Pete Burns

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

the rolling stones - tell me (long version)

1964 Stones song played at every Trump rally.

America's Re-Boot

(For those reading from other countries, you have no idea what we've been experiencing since 2000. Bush and Obama exactly the same as far as incompetence and corporate globalist influence go.)

"Either we win this election or we lose our country."

Trump Fix Needed

While working on my Joan website tonight, had C-SPAN on in the background: Senatorial debates from (1) Florida, with Marco Rubio (R) and Patrick Murphy (D); and (2) Ohio, with Ted Strickland (D) and Rob Portman (R).

(1) Rubio and Murphy, in their 30/40s, were like aggressive, spastic kids raised on the Internet. Rapid-fire figure-spouting, each trying to prove he was the smartest guy in the room. But both utterly soul-less. Both operating on talking points, obviously believing nothing.

(2) Strickland and Portman, in their 60s/70s, were more staid in their speech. Slower, more considered. But both throw-backs to, say, 1984: Trudging along, repeating party platitudes. Both utterly soul-less. Both operating on talking points, obviously believing nothing.

Made me desperate for a Trump fix. I've been spoiled for over a year with the raw truth. What am I going to do without him?

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Member of the Immoral Majority

In my senior year of high school, 1983, I was feeling my political oats and had at least two T-shirts made at the local Fort Worth mall T-shirt shop. I used to love going into mall T-shirt shops, and mall record stores, and mall pseudo-head-shops like Spencer's---although located in malls (which are much mocked today), these shops offered exciting promises of self-fulfillment to a teenager raised in a small town far-removed from any mall until able to visit one upon getting a car at age 16.

One of the T-shirts was hot pink, with "Frances Lives" in yellow and white letters. My best friend at the time, Ginny (whom I was also in love with), had a matching shirt made. (I remember that on the way home from the mall, she changed into the shirt in the car I was driving.) We were both enthralled with the movie "Frances" (starring Jessica Lange) that had just been released. And outraged at her treatment by "society." Unfortunately, that T-shirt of mine has vanished.

Another shirt, though, has survived. In '83, Jerry Falwell's religious group "The Moral Majority" was in full sway, supported by President Reagan and constantly in the news. I thought the group sanctimonious and obnoxiously self-righteous, and, again, headed to the mall to have a protest T made: "Member of the Immoral Majority." Which I paraded around my high school in during the spring of my senior year. 

I didn't take the T to college in the fall of '83; left it at my mother's house. Soon forgot about it. About 15 years later (in the late '90s), my mom presented me with the below Christmas present: My "Immoral Majority" T made into a pillow:

1990s "Immoral Majority" pillow made out of my 1983 T-shirt.

I appreciated that my mom took the time to make the pillow, and I had it with me for a few years, but by the 2000's, after various moves, I'd long relegated it to storage at my mother's house. On my birthday this year, though, my mother had dug it up, and she gave it to me again.

At 51, I was mildly interested in seeing it again. Wanted to keep it for nostalgia's sake, not sure where to put it. ("Rebellion" is cute in your teens and 20s, but it wasn't like I was going to have it as a throw-pillow on the couch in my home today.) I ended up tossing it in the back of my cute Mazda 2 that I just bought in late July---adding "personality" to the car (along with the yin-yang fringed symbol hanging on my rear-view mirror and my "The Donald 2016" bumpersticker).

And then I again forgot about the pillow. Until today, though, when I was in the drive-thru for a local Austin sandwich shop (Thundercloud, for those who know it) on the way to work. The very young, very pleasant girl at the window was peering intently into my car, then said, "I was just trying to figure out what your pillow said."

So I started out with, "Well, Jerry Falwell had a religious group in the '80s..."---not sure if she'd have any idea who Jerry Falwell was. Turned out she did know of him and the group. And then she really thought it was "cool" that I had had that T-shirt made when I was 18---and that my mom had made a pillow out of it --- AND that I now had the pillow in my car.

Nice that someone was perceptive. Also nice to be asked about something that I cared about. Lately, I've been trudging along in life like I was invisible. It was nice to be asked about.