SONG OF THE DAY: Khadidja

One thing I've listened to the past half year or so that I never heard of before is rai music. I think it's old pop music but I honestly don't know shit about it other than it's from Turkey and everybody who does it famously is either named Cheb or Cheba. I could look it up and learn more but I don't really give a fuck about becoming a western academic historian of Turkish pop music from the 1980s. I just enjoy some of this shit. That should be good enough. Everybody thinks they're a goddamned archivist curator all the fucking time.

4NC3STR4L GH0STS 4ND F41LVR3...

ancestral ghosts and failure

demons circling like heron

and black vultures overhead

SVST3N4NC3 FR0M D3TR1TVS...

sustenance from detritus -

the vulture's meditation

as psychic survival plan

turkey vultures stretching out,

drying their dew-frosted wings

in early Sunday sunshine

r o d a c

beady-headed black vultures
flying like predator drones,
waiting to peck at my brains

J.J. Krupert Top 13 Countdown - March '11 #1: "Lovesong Of The Buzzard" by Iron & Wine

Buzzards are unable to love because they eat too many hearts of other animals, thus know the blackness that inevitably poisons even the most naive of animal kingdom's cupid-pecked fools. Actually, that's bullshit that I wrote because this is the internet and that's the type of place where you write bullshit, and then hopefully a bunch of dumbasses are like, "HA! This guy writes some really great bullshit!" And it all leads to absolutely nothing. I have become far too self-aware in this format, so am pulling back, though it might seem like the same amount as ever, but I'm working on other shit that will show up here as an offer. It is time to rekindle the magic, break the electronic umbilical cords into tiny little shards and make a mosaic of death images to share with my grandchildren, polyurethaned seven times over in the clear hydraulic blood of the machines that oversee my every action. Or something. Mostly I say that to be all cryptic and weird sounding, again for the "HA!" factor, but also because I am the white dork Ghostface Killah of the cybersphere, and am trying to push that into a different level of capitalist hell in the hopes my whore ass can afford some new fake titties.
STEAL "Lovesong Of The Buzzard"
NEXT MONTH: Fool music!