shit has gone slightly awry

A little while ago I finally got spotify. There are too many goddamn songs. There are too many genres. It’s like giving an addict an unlimited supply of drug of choice. If I was up to me, all I would do is listen to Motörhead, Ghost, and making different playlists where the most noticeable difference is the song order, which might defeat the purpose of having nearly unlimited music at hand. I might as well get some tapes and a walkman and listen to said tapes until they fall apart, which is not without appeal. But all this choice! So I decided to listen to albums. Luckily I have an omnivorous appetite for music so I will give most stuff a fair chance. Anyway the first album I decided to listen to is My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy by Kanye West.

My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy by Kanye West is one of those albums I heard a lot of about but never actually heard. Of course I know who fucking Kanye is, he’s an empire on to himself, man even has his own line of shoes that are so ugly I think it’s a prank. I remember listening to The College Dropout and thinking that was pretty good, but too slick for my taste, and in a blink of an eye Kanye became one of the most famous motherfuckers ever. College Dropout came out in 2004 fastfoward to 2010 and here comes MBDTF. Yeah, it’s still slick, but now shit has gone slightly awry.

Of course I heard some of MBDTF. One of my favorite video game moments is in Saints Row The Third, at one point you (or your character/avatar) has to jump from a helicopter into a high rise penthouse, where you gotta shoot a bunch of motherfuckers. The whole scene starts off in the chopper with Power blasting and it continues playing for a while. Fantastic. The whole album strikes me as a reaction to Kanye achieving his dreams, but they are not all they seemed, the fact is they’ve been distorted. What seemed so glorious and desirable actually turns out to be maybe not the best thing. A song like All of the Lights sounds like a triumphant song, all of the lights on Kanye, but it’s about all the lights that scrutinize and expose instead of highlight. At the same time Kanye is all like, “I want you to see.” For every slick thing there is an element of disjointedness, like at the end of All of the Light with that piano. There’s a shit ton of distortion throughout the album, a lot of Kanye’s vocals are distorted in various ways, another snapshot of his state of mind. There’s a lot of anguish, even what sounds like a love song, Devil in a Red Dress, is a song about how riches and fame have twisted Kanye’s reality.

The production of this album is fantastic. There’s like 20 plush layers to each song. Let’s go back to power, it starts of with that chanting, then that air siren comes on, a warning of what’s about to be unleashed. There’s a lot of guitar on this album, ranging from groovy wah wah funk to straight up guitar solos. Hell of a Life has this dope almost stoner/doom metal bass line, and it transposes the vocals of Iron Man by Black Sabbath in a delicious way.  Lush instruments and deep samples really sell the album to me, but I am a hip hop/rap beat guy. Monster has this crazy almost carnival like horns which wouldn’t sound of place in a Rob Zombie song. Shit, talking about monster, what about Niki Minaj’s guest verse, it’s so fucking good! This crazy halloween/dance hall thing going is dope. Which shouldn’t be a surprise as Niki Minaj’s guest spots are always on point! There’s a lot of people here Kid Cudi, Raekwon, RZA, Niki Minaj, fucking Bon Iver! That’s just featured artist, I don’t even want to look up how many producers were involved, and I can’t help but wonder how many ghost writers were involved. I’m surprised at how long a lot of songs are, the shortest song runs 4 minutes 17 seconds, but it’s not as interesting as the other ones. A lot of time when musicians put out albums that are reactions against blowing up the whole thing comes off as whiny. Luckily MBDTF doesn’t come off that way. This album is a straight jacket made out of chinchilla fur with shackles made out fat gold rope chains. When Kanye wins the 2018 presidential race the performance of Power at the inauguration is going to be fucking epic!  My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy is totally worth a listen.

Favorite tracks: Power, Monster, Hell of a Life

It would go well with: flat champagne, once you realize that you’re drunk, and that you’ve been partying for a long time, and maybe you were better off at home because you’re not exactly sure how you ended up at this party, and where are your friends?

Up next: Without You I’m Nothing by Placebo or Jailbreak by Thin Lizzy. I got a few suggestions from some friends, and a few from a couple of list. I am still open for suggestions.

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If you want to get “scientific”

I’m sick of the liberal fakenews media spouting all these lies about the eclipse. Even so called christian pastors are claiming it as a sign from god or the devil. Some people say that the universe as we know it is a highly complicated and advanced simulation, which leads to the hypothesis that the eclipse is just scheduled server downtime for maintenance. The norse tales say that the sun will be swallowed by a couple of sky wolves during ragnarok, but there are hardly any other signs of ragnarok even happening. Sure the world is going to hell in a handbasket, but when has it not? It’s not the twilight of the gods, at best it’s the early mid afternoon of the gods. If you want to get “scientific” a solar eclipse is when the “moon” covers the “sun.” To all of this I saw hogwash, or blarney, if you’re feeling particular ire about the whole thing.∗  The only sensible reason that this is even happening is that once again Apep, serpent of chaos, has caught up to Ra’s sun boat and is once again attempting to devour the whole thing. Luckily we got Ra on our side who will fight the serpent and prevail†. It’s the only thing that makes any sense IF YOU THINK.
∗there won’t be any leprechauns out during the eclipse because they went extinct in 1897
†hopefully
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A poem by GG CUMMINGS

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an unflinching look

Defending the Damned by Kevin A. Davis highlights the inner workings of the public defenders of Cook County. When I initially picked it up I thought it was going to focus on the various cases that the public defenders have to deal with, drug dealers, muggers, stuff like that, but Defending the Damned is focused on the public defenders on the Murder Task Force. Oh shit. The book doesn’t pull any punches, there are a lot of gruesome details and a lot of people who committed terrible atrocities, stuff that might be upsetting for people of a more sensitive nature. So how doe does one go about defending people who murder? That’s what this book is about. If I didn’t live in Chicago I wouldn’t believe some of the stuff in this book, from the abhorrent crimes to the colorful characters that populate the pages, but I do and I remember hearing about some of the cases. Defending the Damned uses the trial of a suspected cop killer from beginning to end to show the workings of the PDs, in order to springboard onto other examples of other cases that the department has had to deal with in the past. It’s some crazy shit. I was pleasantly surprised that it was such a good read, I was expecting a lot of descriptions of bureaucracy and dreary law; however, the book is well written and it grabs on to you and will linger with you, but like I said it is an unflinching look into a world most people are (hopefully) unaware of.   One would think that the PDs would hate their jobs, but it’s quite the opposite, for many it is a driving force in their lives, and they put in a lot of effort to do the job to the best of their capacity despite the colossal pressures of the job. But these people aren’t having to put up with purse snatchers, at the time public defenders had to deal with the death penalty, which was abolished in 2011, so there was that to deal with. Defending the Damned is a fascinating book, good for anyone who has an interest in law, true crime, and of course, Chicago.

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the Dark Lord Angor

Now coming on the stage, a very funny guy, from the Ebony Tower of the Bone Ash Mountains, the Dark Lord Angor! “Whoa hey good to be here. Have you ever noticed how your most bumbling guards always have the night patrol, and how they always seem to be carrying around all of the keys to the citadel? Every time I level a village I make sure all the children are also dead, so that way none of them grow up after swearing vengeance upon me, I have a no child left behind policy. You there, what do you do and where are you from? Ah a Blood Crystal miner from Darkwood. That’s in the south, right? Have you ever noticed how slave laborers from the south writhe under the whip like this, but slave laborers from the north writhe under the whip like THIS? I don’t know about you, but I always seem to misplace my Dagger of K’oomtaht. But then I always seem to find it already hilt deep in the chest of the sacrificial victim, and boy is my face is always red when I realize it! Why aren’t any of you laughing? Guards! Kill them all. Yes the mc too, make sure he gets the arrow through the head gag.”

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“Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.”

Today’s painting is The Fall of the Damned by Peter Paul Rubens
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Look at this! Wow, that’s metal as fuck! I like all the monsters and beasts in this painting. When most people think of Rubens they think of

Today’s song is In League with Satan by Venom, which sounds like this is a theme post, which is not despite the quote from Paradise Lost for the title, I just heard that song last night for the thousandth time.

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a fucked up zombie tornado

Yesterday I got a copy of D.O.A. Magazine #8 mainly because the book I had with me was bumming me out and I needed something to read on the bus, having deleted twitter on my phone earlier in the day. Anyway D.O.A. has a bit misleading tag line, “The Ultimate Death Metal Magazine” because it covers, thrash, black, grind, and any other brutal kind of metal. The inside is all black and white, which suits the overall aesthetic, but the color would’ve been awesome in the art spread. And what art! The cover is this Mad Max-esque truck, with spikes all fucking over it, with a dude on top manning a machine gun and blasting away zombies, but it’s not a like a few dozen zombie, it’s like a fucked up zombie tornado. The artist is this Ukrainian dude who goes by Daemorph and comes up with some sick shit! There’s also a bunch of cool old morbid woodcuts sprinkled throughout the issue, and of course the good old art of band logos. Most of the magazine is interviews with various kick ass bands (Nuke! Hellbringer!) and a good bunch of reviews (Jungle Rot!) from that whole black spectrum of heavy metal. What really makes D.O.A. impressive is that it seems to be a one man show, wow! I barely have the wherewithal to keep this up, and I can probably do this on my phone, while David Horn is putting out a magazine size and heft of a fucking Rolling Stone (if anything it might be bigger), without it sucking .This issue of D.O.A. also comes with a sweet bonus sampler cd from the Repulsive Echo record company. I like a good magazine, but a good extreme music magazine is even better! The main downside is that D.O.A. doesn’t have a great web presence, and neither does Daemorph, which is almost blasphemous in this day and age. I haven’t heard a lot of these bands, but the ones I’ve heard of (Hellripper!) are fucking dope, which means some of the other bands are bound to be killer. I don’t know about you, but I need this kind of loud music in my life, and I’m glad I can connect with it through publications as D.O.A.

I think the last issue of D.O.A.  I got featured art by Mark Riddick which is metal as fuck.

I’ve been obsessively listening to Lay Your Love on me by Abba, but man cannot live on old school Swedish pop music alone, so I have really been digging Sorcery. Prepare for some fucked up thrash madness.

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Bigfoot’s biggest fans

Ever since I was a little kid I’ve been fascinated by cryptids and the world of cryptozoology. The world is so full of weird and wonderful creatures, from chameleons that fit on the tip of your thumb, to whales with hearts as big as a Volkswagen, why not Nessie or Mothman? One of the most iconic monsters is of course Bigfoot. Bigfoot, yeti, sasquatch, yowie,  Koosh Taa Kaa whatever name you refer it by, this creature is beloved by millions. But you know who are by far Bigfoot’s biggest fans? Children. A few years ago I read that a lot of kids write letters to Bigfoot, which sadly go unanswered as 1. Bigfoot has no fixed address 2. Unlike children’s letters to Santa, no one even tries to write back. So I got a p.o. box, an old typewriter (the idea that a BF would spend their time hunched over a laptop seemed preposterous to me, plus typewriters are heartier and much more repairable than a computers), and spread the word. I wasn’t expecting a lot of letters, but I was overwhelmed at the response. As a result I’ve collected thousands of letters from kids writing to Bigfoot. Here’s one from Jenny Petroski, from Jersey City NJ:

Dear Mr or Ms Squatch,
Hi! I think you are really neat. What do you eat? Someone told me you eat bugs which is gross. Do you like hamburgers? I like cheeseburgers. – Sincerely Jenny P.

One from Tommy Kennedy of Tulsa OK:

Dear Bigfoot,
What do you call a group of you? Is it bigfeet? That sounds dumb. You should call of group of you a bewildering. – Sincerely Tommy

It’s not just kids from the U.S.A., children from all over the world write to bigfoot! Here’s one from Azuloas Zigmantas, all the way from Lithuania!:

Good Sir Bigfoot,
In Lithuania I play basketball. I say you play basketball but my best friend says you play soccer, since your feet would give you a key advantage. Please, sir, help us end this debate. – Your friend – Azuloas p.s. Do you know Shaq?

OK, this is all well and good, you say, but where are the responses. For that you’ll have to buy the book. That’s right, I’m getting a book on the shelves! Coming out in 2018 from Kadokawa publishing: Children’s Letters to Bigfoot! I’ve already worked out the details with the estate of Bigfoot, so everything is smooth sailing from here on in. In fact, there’s already a modest bidding war for the movie rights, and the off Broadway musical is will premier simultaneously alongside the book. I can’t wait to finally leave my literally footprint on the world. All of this thanks to an iconic creature and the children, how I loathe them.

Edit: I can’t believe so many people didn’t know Bigfoot was dead. He died in a boating accident 19 years ago. Granted bigfoot was in no way a qualified sea captain, but he had gumption dammit. I’ll link the obituary later.

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the void inside

Recently I’ve seen this image flying around twitter
frenchfriez

(See the full, beautiful, size at foodrepublic.com)

The real order should be:

  1. Curly fries
  2. Waffle fries
  3. Steak fries
  4. Potato wedges
  5. Regular fries
  6. Cheese fries
  7. and so forth, but shoestring fries second to last followed only by the Belgian fries at last place, solely based on the fact that they come in cones, so Belgian!, and that they put mayonnaise on them, ugh. Have you ever seen anyone eat french fries with mayo, it’s unnerving at best (in fact watching anyone eat is kinda gross. Just thinking about slightly repulses me. You mean that I have to put stuff in my mouth, and I have to grind it to a paste, with my exposed bones, and swallow it? Ugh.).

I’ve never had a potato tornado, but now that’s all I want, despite knowing that after getting it I will just go back to wanting something else to fill the void inside that can’t really be filled by any amount of potatoes. Everyone would be happier if our contentment hinged on getting a good amount of fried potatoes, but that’s not the way things work! Such is life.

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Dope trailer for a dope thing

Here’s the trailer for the latest episode of The World Underground, it is beautiful. You can watch the first episode at The World Underground’s website, and donate some moolah as well.  ROCK AND  ROLL!

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