SONG OF THE DAY: Wagamama

I swear by getting a flu shot every year, because (knock on wood) I hadn’t gotten the flu in a long while. Even when it’s running through those around me, I seem to come out okay. I do miss the side effects though, like laying on the couch feeling like shit and watching Blood In Blood Out and Mi Vida Loca back-to-back off the youtube bootlegs. I ain’t done that in years now. Don’t get me wrong, I still lay around fuckin’ off on the couch a lot. But it’s just not the same as feeling half-paralyzed with nauseous all-body disgustingness, and just laying there as a long ass movie plays all the way out, without a break or looking at anything else. And then the next movie just comes on and you keep going, laying there, hoping you don’t have to vomit in the little plastic trash can with the triple layer of two Food Lion plastic bags (the blue cold items ones) inside of an outer layer yellow Dollar General bag. When I was a kid, my mom used to give us the big spaghetti pot to vomit in, which always seemed fucked up to me. I’d be sick and shit thinking, “Damn, she’s gonna make spaghetti in this fuckin’ thing next week.”
Anyways, this world is sick as hell. Vaccinate yourself with a little bit of love. Although scientifically speaking, if the world was sick because it’s full of hate, true vaccination principles would mean you have a tiny bit of hate to get it out of your system and build the proper antibodies, but I don’t think hate and love work like that. But what do I know? I’m just some guy who ain’t had the flu in a while.

SONG OF THE DAY: Careless Whisper (kudzu'd)

I rewatched They Live the other night, on DVD so that nobody could capture data on it, although I've now self-snitched on the internet, so I partially ruined the effect. That one dude, billed as Drifter, who was in the Justiceville camp and then magically got accepted into the alien-adjacent caste, he really was a weak link in letting Roddy Piper blow up their propaganda machine. That actor played three millions characters, all who were working class white pieces of shit. In fact, here's the partial list of his movie roles from Wikipedia, as a poem:
Mother
Bar Patron Walter Wimpy
Harry Belmont
Maheim Jarkoff Boris Clitoris
Benny Grip Flasher
Luther Toby William Simpson
Unnamed Igor
Wilber Bassett
George Smutman
Unnamed Florian Petulia
Rex Boorski
Earl Gordon Jed Binz
Wade 2nd Cab Driver
"Boomer" "Thirsty" Drunk Gambler
Detective Sergeant Earl McDonough
Detective Stone Beggar
John Paddy O'Brien
Porno Crew Member #3
"Painin Theass"
"Bull" Parker Clem Park
Suspect in Warehouse Ben
"Spiker" Lem
Hank "Boomer"
Pete, The Witness
Drunk Tucker
Eagle Man
Zep Morrison
Cook
Rip Rider
Guy Giving Directions
Unnamed "Red", The Bum
Tramp Pappy Nyquist
Bundy Willard, Allison's Father
Pop The Janitor
Old Man Pop Mr. Wallace
Security Guard Drifter Ed Simpson
Bailey Old Man Seed Drunk
"Red", The Bum Workman Redneck
Bed Patient
Preacher On The Radio
Crane Operator
Sheriff Julip Wino
Vern Jericho
Turrell Wolfman, Sarah's Stepfather
Rich Tramp
Man In Crowd
Pa Norville
Heckler Harper Carlton
Pappy Putz
Window Washer Homeless Man
"Elk" Drunken Man
Chip
Window Washer Homeless Man
Grampa Truck Driver
Wino Lloyd
Train Conductor, Prison Guard
The Cashier

SONG OF THE DAY: El Cuerno de Chivo

Ah yes, the joys of country and urban mixed together, in the tale of the clip of an assault rifle resembling a goat’s horn. There’s a Chalino Sanchez multi-part documentary you can see on Vix, should you be like me and get it to watch Liga MX, and it’s pretty great. This genre of music is such a strange and beautiful one that only could have come from Mexico.

SONG OF THE DAY: Shu Ba Da Dum Ma Ma Ma Ma (kudzu’d)

[A critical micro-analysis of the final chase scene from White Lightning, as submitted to The University of Universal Magnetics by Raven Mack, as part of my thesis on Southern Gothicc Futurism.]
White Lightning came out in the summer of 1973, and was part of a ‘70s genre of white lower class antihero movies. Burt Reynolds was in his initial wave of stardom after the success of Deliverance the year before, and played a former moonshine runner who was seeking vengeance in the murder of his brother, killed by local police. Placed alongside current politics, the movie stands in sharp contrast to today’s performative outlaw imagery that many white men have purchased as their identity, that somehow makes the dissonant alignment of “outlaw” with “backing the blue”, or supporting law enforcement. Reynolds’ character, Gator McKlusky, is a true outlaw, and has the prison record to show for it. Gator uses federal agents, under the guise of being a cooperative witness, to get a souped up Ford Custom 500, and eventually lures the corrupt sheriff, played by Ned Beatty, into a climactic car chase. Knowing every back road to the mile, despite his time away in prison, McKlusky is able to slowly lure the sheriff to going over an embankment and drowning in the river. In post-MAGA crime-fearing politics, the notion of killing a policeman would be never be seen in good light, much celebrated as a heroic victory, but White Lightning lays out the tale to our antihero’s benefit.
All media is propaganda of some sort, attuned to the creator’s biases, whether consciously or unconsciously. Rarely these days do we see underclass heroes who are positioned against corrupt authorities that are realistic and present day, thus easily translatable to real life corruption. It’s more often than not filtered through science fiction, against technological overreach or distant corrupt systems of power that are more globalized than localized. But the reality of the American experience is that those of us who suffer abuses at the hands of an ever-expanding police state do so at the localized level. It’s refreshing to see a folkloric antihero succeeding against the type of corrupt county sheriff that still very much exists in far more rural American counties than the average digitally news attuned brain could comprehend. And with local journalism pretty much gutted by venture capitalism and the movement to digital news sources over the past couple decades, any stories of local corruption are mostly word-of-mouth.
The end of White Lightning is a memorial parade for the dead sheriff, which Gator watches before driving off into the sunset. He didn’t actually cooperate with the feds, remaining true to his outlaw nature as a former moonshiner. The local people, unaware of the reality behind the scenes, still celebrated the sheriff, believing he stood for law and order in a decent way. These would be the MAGA people today, who somehow are the political marks standing alongside the parade route, waving flags for a corrupted leader, yet they believe in their minds, due to the propaganda they consume, that they are the Gator McKlusky, and antihero. It makes no logical sense. But in a world where the propaganda’s biases are far more pronounced, yet denied to an even greater extent, it’s hard to avoid. We’ve been culturally conditioned to think up is down, wrong is right, and openly corrupt leadership is a savior from corruption. We need more Gators, but all we seem to be served up are more flag-waving extras jockeying for digital position to watch the parade march by.

SONG OF THE DAY: I Heard It Through The Grapevine (kudzu'd)

Perhaps you don’t know this song upon the title, but once you listen, you will always most certainly recognize it as “the Friday song”. Roger Troutman was a national treasure, and in a non-racist world, he would be old and fat and have horrible opinions rather than Morrissey.

SONG OF THE DAY: Skin It Back (Parts 1 & 2)

One time me and Frank Sobotka rode up to south Jersey to meet a guy named Pussy about some stolen airbags to install in Honda Civics. We played this song the entire drive. He kept talking about some dumb diner he wanted to eat it in Delaware but it was just a fuckin' dumbass Flying J truck stop. I dropped like $20 in the claw machine, counting my stolen airbags chickens before they hatched.

SONG OF THE DAY: Going Way Back

Never finished the second season of that Wu Tang tv show, because I got bored with it. I did enjoy the fact they had Just Ice show up and question a young RZA about supreme mathematics, even though the actual Just Ice said that never actually happened. While I enjoyed the first season, and don't mind people taking artistic liberties with actual biographies necessarily, unfortunately all it will lead to is like people like Elon Musk creating shows that rewrite their own histories more favorably. Then again, they probably already do that. Anyways, here's Just Ice.

SONG OF THE DAY: Jackie

I think this song is about Roseanne's sister from Roseanne. They did a reboot of that show but Roseanne wasn't woke enough so they kept doing the show anyways and Roseanne was cancelled, which means she instead just gets given money by rich dumbasses who believe history moved from east to west but the world is flat and it doesn't get any further than California, except maybe Hawaii but only if you're on vacation. Nobody lived in Hawaii before vacations. Anyways, I like this song about the sister from Roseanne, and I like the old Roseanne because it was a tv show reminiscent of my own fucked up family and in fact the last time I visited my uncle Ray who used to be a biker and had a big toe for a thumb because of the time he almost got murdered and lost three fingers on one hand from the shotgun blast at close range, Ray was in the hospital and had learned how to swallow his food some weird alternate way because the normal way sent food and drink into his lungs or some shit, we watched Roseanne on the hospital room TV. The whole trip was very magical in a fucked way, because he used to ride with the Pagans MC, and then when I was leaving, an elevator was stuck but halfway between floors, and two women were freaking out, so I helped them pull the doors further open and helped them up out the elevator. Then I got on the other one and a guy got on with me wearing a shirt that said "Support your local Pagans" talking about the outlaw biker club not the people who shop for expensive crystals at metaphysical shops. Anyways, I never watched the rebooted Roseanne because it got cancel cultured before I could watch. Haha, that's not true, I just never gave a fuck; cancel culture ain't real.

SONG OF THE DAY: You Never Know

“RICKAYYYY!” Saddest fuckin’ scene right here, but I made the video all tweaked out. Shout out to Boogie Brown.

B34MS FR0M TH3 0VTS1D3 W0RLD...

beams from the outside world 
promised adventure to a 
young nowhere larval dirtgod 

SONG OF THE DAY: EQ Why

I spent two hours either napping or watching the new stupid Sopranos movie, which sucked, but was probably exciting to people who enjoy seeing famous character look different. It did help my napping though, except I woke up, and the thing was still fucking on. How long was that shit? Who the fuck has time to sit in a movie theater for three hours?

Anyways, this made me think how much of our idea of what’s good and what’s not is enculturation, and the expectations we have from what we’ve already consumed. I absolutely would’ve been better off watching a Wakaliwood movie this afternoon, which is the Ugandan film studio where a house DJ does commentary over the top. The special effects are cheaper, but more special, and the stories are enjoyable. The commentary makes it though, and when I went to the big wheel donk races in North Carolina, it was interesting that they had a house MC talking up the races the whole time too, just like Wakaliwood movies. That’s a piece of African culture modified for post-modern world I wish was more common, because it adds a lot.

Nyege Nyege Tapes is from some festival of crazy people music, and the Wakaliwood folks did a takeover movie where they movie killed a bunch of Nyege Nyege music festival fans as part of the festival one year. I need an arts scene like that, to be honest. America is fucking boring at this point. This song is from an Nyege Nyege release, and whenever I listen to it, I fantasize about stealing spaceships while on biker crank. It’s a lovely fantasy. There was no video for this song so I made one. I should’ve used Wakaliwood footage in retrospect, but I’m not good at retrospect because I’m a southern gothicc futurist.

3V3N1NGS W4ST3D G4Z1NG 4T...

evenings wasted gazing at 
events beyond my control, 
as the atrophy creeps in 

BVST3D T3L3V1S10N BY...

 

busted television by 
the river in the bottom… 
a reminder to “fuck it” 

SONG OF THE DAY: Colors

Stayed up too late the other night watching Boyz In Tha Hood again. My kid came down for a late night snack, and starting interrupting and asking questions, right when Tre and Ricky were in the alley and Ricky got shot. My kid’s like, “You look like you’re about to cry?” I was like, “Damn, Ricky just got shot.” I told her the basic layout of Tre, Ricky, and Doughboy, then she goes back into the kitchen. As she comes back out, they’re putting Ricky in the Impala to take home, and my kid goes, “Is that Bread?” I’m like what? She goes, “Bread? Dough? Whatever it was?” And then we talked about the plastic on the furniture at Ricky and Doughboy’s house for a few minutes before she got bored with my existence, like any tween would with their dad watching some old ass movie, and left again.

SONG OF THE DAY: Old Firms

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There is no international break in the realms of the unreal.

SONG OF THE DAY: Pirate

 
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Trying to stream things is such a chaotic mess now. Music or shows just disappear, or move to some new thing you’re supposed to be like, “oh okay, let’s throw another $12 over here after throwing all these $5, $10, whatever the fucks everywhere else.” Fuck that, I’m going back to pirating shit, burning it to DVD, and then when the internet is shut down because too many people are coordinating where they’ll be to flip over police Humvees together, when I get home after a long weekend of rioting, and put my tear gassed track suit in the wash, I know I can still enjoy Iron Chef, by just slipping a media disc into the machine.

SONG OF THE DAY: Foret

WALKING THRU THE ABANDONED FACTORIES OF THE DECLINING EMPIRE

CELL SERVICE AT ZERO BARS WHICH MEANS NO DIGITAL PRISON

THE CROWS IN THE TOWERING OAKS YELLING QUOTES FROM THE WIRE

"we used to make shit in this country cawww build shit cawww cawww cawww"

AND I LOOK UP THE HOTBALL IN THE SKY

WHICH FEELS LIKE IT GETS CLOSER EVERY YEAR

AND I FINISH THEIR STREAM OF THOUGHT, YELLING

"NOW WE JUST PUT OUR HANDS IN THE NEXT GUY'S POCKET!"

AND THE CROWS FLY AWAY

STARTLED AT MY INHUMANE HONESTY

BUT I'M SIMPLY QUOTING SOME POP CULTURE I CONSUMED

VOMITING IT BACK OUT AT THE NATURAL WORLD

AS IF IT WAS INTELLIGENCE

SONG OF THE DAY: Longa

I don’t know how many of you watched Ramy, but man does Ramy piss me off. What a dumb fuck. I am thankful they took more time to make Ramy’s dad’s bald spot look more realistic the second season though. The first season it was just a straight around his head cut, unreal as fuck looking. Also, I’m hoping Ramy’s uncle gets a spinoff show where he becomes an independent wrestler in New Jersey.

SONG OF THE DAY: Maradona

It has been pretty nice to have football again, and not just have it but a giant smorgasbord throughout the week as the leagues that are finishing are trying to stuff three months into four weeks. Sadly, no return for African Champions League, or South American football thus far, which means it's a daytime only distraction. That's fine. It allows me to still hate the police in the evenings. Hopefully American football is dead forever. It is complicit in the rise of fascism, and the police state... like you can't even pretend otherwise with the Kaepernick situation. Fuck American football, world football #1, American football #zero, ptooey.

SONG OF THE DAY: Northampton's Child

Haven’t been writing as much good quality nonsense gibberish lately because, well, these are strange and terrible times and I have been overcome with dark thoughts of doom. Not fun doom, like walking along train tracks in the moonlight and scribbling barely clever phrases in oil bar, but boring doom, like falling asleep on your secondhand ikea futon in a basement apartment while halfway paying attention to Justified, because you felt like streaming something for a few days, to feel some sense of accomplishment, and you figured fuck it, you’d try this bullshit rural noir show again. I mean how strange and terrible a time is that? I’m willingly watching Justified, and pretending it’s not crap. You know how much of my actual life experience I have to suspend to engage in even that much tolerance? And it’s all so predictable.

This is what I hate about this current era of doom, this technological dystopia we currently find ourselves in, with fascism openly taking the reins of all institutions to usher in a bold new era of Freedom™ brand freedom where you either pull out that MasterCard debit for liberty at the most free chain stores possible, or you can fuck right off… It’s all just so boring, and there’s no torchlit wrestling fights to the death with Ox Baker or giant cockroaches or really great modified late model cars that shoot fireworks everywhere. It’s just laying around on secondhand futons streaming dumb shit waiting to get evicted from your job and rented home by debt collectors eventually as the pyramid scam cuts you off too, and then live underneath a tarp by the creek hoping all you panhandle is dollar bills and not death.

I am trying to channel my mundane doomed feelings into body improvements though. I pulled out the old stick and poke rig to put BORN TOO LOOSE on my leg last night. It’s the little victories that help us survive these dark times.