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Heath Ledger

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, January 23, 2008 08:27am | Post a Comment
I can't even bring myself to post a picture here.  Tragedy and anguish for his family, senseless bewilderment for all who looked to him with respect to his talent and potential.  Confusing and inexplicable, especially to a 2 year old, who hasn't just lost her dad, but has to grow up in a world as cold and cruel as this one:

the papers:

Outside the Manhattan building on an upscale street, paparazzi and gawkers gathered, and several police officers put up barricades to control the crowd of about 300. Onlookers craned their necks as officers brought out a black bodybag on a gurney, took it across the sidewalk and put it into a medical examiner's office van.

As the door opened, bystanders snapped pictures with camera phones, rolled video and said, "He's coming out!"    (AP)


What is this? Who are we, and how dare any of us lay claim to be living in a civilized world? It has all gone so far past decency for me, that I can't imagine our society ever finding it's way back to common decency. I'm a fool to ever think anything else about this place. If there had been camera phones when M. Monroe died, the same situation would have unfolded. Years after I am gone, the same ugliness will happen. I never had humanity on a pedestal, but I certainly thought we were much better than yelling barbarians with cell phones taking pictures of a young father being taken out in a bodybag.

Something has gone terribly wrong with Evolution - in fact, for those like Presidential hopeful Huckabee, things are even more disturbing if you can call this Creationism. It matters not one bit how you look at how we got here: what matters is that there is something terribly, awfully wrong with how we have turned out.

                                                   - The Insomniac, still not sleeping

Deadly Obsession

Posted by phil blankenship, January 22, 2008 05:22pm | Post a Comment
 





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Don't Quit Your Day Job

Posted by Mr. Chadwick, January 22, 2008 11:55am | Post a Comment
Aaaaw, that ever delightful Foghorn Leghorn imitator has gone bowed out of the race.  Maybe he'll go back to this gig, leading the "Guadalajara National Philharmonic".  This label is out of San Diego, I didn't know that Fred was my homie.  He should grow the moustache back...



IN CELEBRATION OF THE DRUM: PART FIVE, THE ROOT OF ALL MUSIC:

Posted by Billyjam, January 22, 2008 07:52am | Post a Comment

To me, the drum or percussion is the basis of all music. I believe that the drum has to have been the original instrument played by our earliest forefathers on this earth. All they needed was a stick and some (preferably hollow) object to bang out a rhythm on. In fact, they didn't even need that when they had their mouths to make percussive sounds with, a la Biz Markie.

In fact, I would bet money that at the beginning of human life on this earth -- long, long, long before hip-hop was born in the Boogie Down Bronx there were some cavemen in a circle (who couldn't even articulate words to communicate with one another) making music with their mouths, primitive beat-boxing.

And to this day there is some distinctive quality about the drum that is automatically universally communicative, not to mention healing. Everyone  understands and feels the drum, even if they don't speak each others' language. That is why, I believe, house or electronic music, which is typically vocal-less and based on rhythm, is the most popular (even over hip-hop) on a global scale. People of all races and backgrounds can readily relate to the hypnotic, tribal feel of the drum. For proof, go sit in or nearby a drum circle in any place in the world.

So for this fifth installment in the ongoing In Celebration of the Drum Amoeblog series, I say let the drummer get wicked, well wicked -- in the form of these three great video clips including the French beatboxer Joseph, the Japanese drummers whose formal attire should not fool you into thinking they can't get funky, and the wonderful American marching band, hip-hop drummers in the clip on top of this Amoeblog.

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Stories Of A Young Gomez, Pt. 1 - How Prince & Funkadelic Rocked A Young Mind

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, January 22, 2008 01:17am | Post a Comment
prince 1999
It was 1982. I was on a school bus with my classmates, coming back from a field trip. We went to one of those historical Spanish ranches that were built when California was still Mexico (or Aztlán, if you swing that way). I was in a haze, staring out the window when my classmate, Krystal, yells out to me, “Hey, have you heard the new Prince yet?” She threw me her cassette Walkman and I pressed play.

“Don’t worry, I won't hurt you. I only want you to have some fun…”

I knew "Little Red Corvette;" it was all over the radio. But by the time I got to "Lady Cab Driver" I was a full-blown fan and 1999 was my Sgt. Pepper. It took me months to figure out that this was the same Vato that sang "Wanna Be Your Lover" a few years back.

Orale! I always thought it was a woman who sang that song!

funkadelic one nation under a grooveA few weeks later, my cousin Diana had a party in Buena Park. She had a pretty big record collection. I managed to ignore all the other records and went straight to 1999. As soon as the needle hit the wax, Diana’s boyfriend, Larry, was like, “Aw hell no, Prince again?’ At that moment I remember hating Larry. Like most kids, I held every discovery sacred and I thought I knew more than everyone. Larry looked at me like he knew what I was thinking. “You want to hear where Prince got all that from?’ He went to the record collection and pulled out Funkadelic’s One Nation Under A Groove and Uncle Jam Wants You. He played each album consecutively, side a, side b, side a, side b. All those songs, "Who Says A Funk Band Can't Play Rock?!," "Cholly (Funk Gettin' Ready To Roll), "One Nation Under A Groove," "(Not Just) Knee Deep Pt.1," "Freak Of The Week." I stood staring at the speakers, digesting every song, every note, every deep bass note, every keyboard bend, every guitar solo and vocal harmony. It was as if I was trippin', way before I knew how that felt.

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