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Monday, November 30

J.J. Krupert Top 13 Countdown - November '09

Parametric brain of mine with thousands of self-prescribed rules, right inside the interweb for anonymous fools. This be last month's list done this month, yet I pre-date it like I used to post-date checks before electronic disbursement in reversal made floating along the poverty line a little harder to do with multi-generational ease. But we are survivors, and we adapt, grow thicker skins where new-fangled cuts from senseless cravings get us good, and try to chop at it all with a samurai sword of attitude. They say keep it positve, manifest destiny, utilize the power, and it all comes back, or happens, or whatever, but to maintain positivity at all costs is unbalanced mentality. What the fuck am I saying? I don't know, hardly ever do, but music is the background for every day of my life. Someone bought me a widescreen high def monstrosity and video game nonsense and I still barely cut it on and have it on mute half the time to hear the music coming from the kitchen speakers. Here are the songs most played inside the J.J. Krupert gaypod last month yall, yes yes yall...
#1: "Feel Like Going Home (demo version)" by Charlie Rich - In my personal experiences, Charlie Rich was the dude who did "Behind Closed Doors" which was awesome in the context of Every Which Way But Loose and Philo Beddoe kidnapping an orangutan for Clyde to fuck in the cheap hotel because that's what was right. Apparently, from nerd music blog world though, that '70s era Charlie Rich country mainstream hit status is beyond the low point of his career, where a music industry that doesn't understand anything ever compromised Charlie Rich's innate perfection, best exemplified by '50s shit he did on Sun Records. Of course, upon listening to that stuff, to me, a lot of it sounds like any '50s Sun Records shit, and I'm so averse to rockabilly dudes that I don't even like to admit I own a Sun Records patch, much less actively listen to that type of shit. That being said, this song, which I got off of an Oxford American music issue sampler, is one of the greatest fucking things ever. It's like that sad reflective type shit, but without regret, and I'd say I'd want this played at my funeral, but I always say that. But really, this would be what I'd want played as the pallbearers lowered my pinebox into the ground by ropes and then the immediate family would all take turns shoveling a bit of dirt on me, to let them let me loose from their emotional attachment. As for me, I'll be dead, and getting blowjobs in Heaven already.
#2: "Underdog" by Sly & The Family Stone - I thoroughly enjoy the fact Sly Stone was gone for so long everybody thought he was dead, and then he showed for like four days, including that Grammy's show where he had a blue mohawk but bailed out before his song was even done, and has been disappeared again ever since. If ever there was someone who was probably still freebasing in a cooked cracked world, it would be Sly Stone, a true throwback.
#3: "The Deadbeat Heartbeat of a Hobo" by 1000 Feathers - This is a hobo rap song that I started as a country song, writing in the truck with my oldest daughter, and I was about to abandon it, but she really liked it, so I finished writing it. I dig old school country music metaphor styles mixed into rap music, which tends to be pretty formulaic, even when it's the alleged creative types. I've been listening to a lot of camper shit I did late last year lately because I need to start doing some music again. My outlets have been plugged up for a while and I'm feeling the recklessness build.
#4: "Adam & Eve" by Ani Difranco - Look, I'll be honest with you... I've been listening to a shitload of Ani Difranco lately. Used to be, the first time me and my wife were dating when I screwed it all up, Ani Difranco was what she'd play when I was zonked out in the passenger seat of her Jeep Cherokee on pills or something, and it has that background, "I suck, don't I?" thing to it for me until recently. But man, I can dig on some Ani Difranco... not at all, but a lot of it, the old shit at least. Not to sound too corny and like some homo music review dork with one of those haircuts purposely made to look like I didn't take care of it, but she is some folk ass music that never could've happened before hip hop took over the earth. She plays an acoustic guitar angry as fuck, and I can dig on it. I just stole her lesbian album off the internet and have been playing that a whole lot lately. I also like cunninglinguing women.
#5: "Paycheck to Paycheck" by Corntooth - I know I wrote about this at some point, but this is a country band too good to be stifled by that stupid alt.country label that features dudes who have been involved in shit like Gwar and Lamb of God and my old roommate Matt and his ol' lady Janey, and it's good fucking shit. The mp3 of this is somewhere inside the internet for downloading for free but I'm too lazy to go find it as I already have it stored inside my miniscule robot music devices. Fend for yourself.
#6: "Motorhead" by Hawkwind - I'm a huge mark for Lemmy's last little stint with Hawkwind, and I wish he would've done a space rock "Ace of Spades" at that point as well. I could play this every day of my life and never tire of it.
#7: "Cell #33" by David Allan Coe - More prison record era David Allan Coe that amazes and sounds like Jerry Lee Lewis on angel dust in West Virginia because Nashville is for faggots.
#8: "Master of Puppets" by Metallica - Some homeboys of mine hooked us up with tickets to see Metallica recently, backstage passes and all, and it was kinda funny, because apparently Metallica (meaning mostly Hetfield and Lars) clear the hallways backstage 15 minutes prior to going onstage because they don't want to make eye contact with anybody as they make their way to perform. Oh man, really everything I saw just affirmed everything you'd think seeing that documentary about them. But me and the wife got drunk as shit, staggered our way back to my truck late as fuck, didn't wreck on the way home, and it ended up some girl disappeared at that show and that's been the biggest news story locally ever since. Her parents hired PR firms and created a logo for their disappeared daughter like two days after she disappeared, and it seems kinda creepy, not because she disappeared but because her parents are way too overbearing about it all, speaking about her in third person and shit. I have secretly assumed for a while now that the chick dumped her cell phone and split and is probably hanging with crusty punks in Portland, Oregon, right now, splitting a case of Meister Brau, but I've not told anybody this for fear of the internet secret police thinking somehow me and my wife had something to do with it, although with all my tools in the backseat of my truck, a third person would never fit in there at all. To Metallica's credit, they bountied up some reward money for someone to find the missing chick. To their discredit, seeing them live, Lars is a fucking dumbass. You are a drummer dude; sit the fuck down and play the drums.
#9: "Black Stars" by Sway - Big World Cup draw on Friday, and we shall all see how the Black Stars of Ghana are set up to do Africa proud. Did you know the black star on the Ghanaian flag is there because it was the first country on that continent to gain its independence? Did you know that a wonderful Christmas/birthday present for me this year would be the Extreme Canvas book about Ghana movie posters handpainted on potato sacks?
#10: "Iron Leg" by Mickey & The Soul Generation - From some sort of soul compilation I dl'ed at some point, and this track has a wicked ass loop towards the beginning, so when it shows up on my gaypod, I tend to repeat three or four times and freestyle about new moons and the crooked axis of earth skewing our collective logic and making squirrels be born albino in Illinois.
#11: "Wagon Wheel (live)" by The Porch Loungers - Missed Newportfest this past year, and keep missing going by my homey D's house to get my very own Porch Lounger t-shirt that's been sitting at his house for a while now. I have more versions of "Wagon Wheel" than a solitary dude should ever have, but it's a good song. Knowing the whole Bob Dylan outtake tape then wacky newgrass dude writes the rest of the song story made it even cooler for about a week, but then I didn't give a fuck and wished I had never heard that. It's a good song. I'm not the biggest Bob Dylan fan, but between his involvement in this song and him being in Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid movie, he's semi-directly been involved in me deciding to get drunk more than a handful of times.
#12: "God Only Knows" by The Beach Boys - I am highly conflicted internally about whether The Beach Boys and Brian Wilson are really wackily awesome or really fucking stupid. But the internal conflict confuses me enough to enjoy them far more often than I ever would've even five years ago. Perhaps I'm getting old and soon I'll be sitting on a lawn chair at a Beach Music Festival held at an abandoned airplane hangar.
#13: "Issues" by Finale - No one has ever heard of this Detroit rapper, and I think he might be one of my favorite rappers going nowadays. Of course, if he became famous, I would be all like, “You should’ve heard his older shit, it was way more real. His new shit is kinda wack.”


the most felonious vocalist in the wide world of showbusiness said...

Kudos and Fruit Roll-Ups for the recent burst of activity. I was beginning to worry that we lost you to the chupacabra.

The JJ Krupert chronicles are my favorite posts of yours. Keep 'em coming and I'll continue to not pay you for doing it.

Mostly though I want you to assemble the 1000 Feathers and Prolo shit in an easy package ripe for piracy. I've got all the Solaris Earth Pipeline albums and can't wait for your new shit. I read where you said you shaped Embryo's beats for 45's on 33 much more than you had on the prior projects and that has me excited for downloadable versions of your "solo stuff." No groupie.

kami said...

paycheck to paycheck is still a regular on my ipodic dvice too! how much more corntooth is there? i got those two songs (happy hour & paycheck) that you posted wayback... and i need more... and yr stuff too man... when's the new collection of prolo 1000 feathers etc hittin the world wide? (or a crudely burnt cdr in my po box) :D

Raven Mack said...

haven't done much music, but if me and brown can get together one weekend we'd wrap up another Prolo CD, and if it can be warm enough to hang out in the camper one weekend I could probably wrap up a 1000 feathers thing, which will be lofi as fuck. I might make a mix for a dude by next weekend of Prolo/1000 Feathers shit, and if I do I will put it inside the internet's vagina as well
that link is where the corntooth I have was pilfered. all of it is good shit. you should check out a band called RPG as well kami, my old roommate who sings in corntooth sings/guitars in RPG which is straight ahead r-n-r, www.rpgva.com