Rolling Stone Got An MLK Reminder From ?uestlove

no fair RS. do right by @Drake. why y'all acting like cover stories aren't the stuff thats made of dreams?

Stand-In For Doing As I'm Told: Telling You What To Do

Keep in mind that, not only is Rolling Stone asking Henry Rollins about two acts TMR has already slammed, but two acts that dominated American media this year - art, it was not:

What does Henry think of Daft Punk or “Blurred Lines”?

“I’ve never heard Daft Punk; I’ve never heard a track of theirs in my life. They’re the two guys with motorcycle helmets on? You know what, you will take this any way you will. That to me is like Rolling Stone music. It’s the sh-t that’s in your magazine. And it’s like, that world … I’m so glad that you all have found your people, but that world is so alienating to me. Anything that gets on the Grammys or the American Music Awards … like, was Miley Cyrus on the cover of your magazine? Yeah, see, I like real music. John Coltrane’s my favorite musician, what am I doing reading Rolling Stone? You know what I mean?”

It's easy to envision a kind of artistic Underground Railroad.

Henry doesn’t “give a sh-t” about Miley:

“I don’t. She’s part of that bigger world of music I was just talking about. All of it to me is like, long may it wave, I don’t have anything against anyone doing their thing, but it’s just not for me. And Robin Thicke, is that the guy? I have no idea what he sounds like. I’ve never heard Kelly Clarkson, I just, I live in a different musical world.”

Life, under the Boomer's Cultural Revolution Prohibition.

"One of the great myths always wielded out in arguments like this is that it’s all about the music man. Pure hippy bollocks of course, and the type of stuff revivalists always cling to like the fringes on their wet moss haircuts. That’s half the problem of course. Today’s music scene is full of revivalists,…these artists are so reverential of the past they daren’t make claims to a grand future and certainly not one to upset their ancient heroes. It’s temperance on a grand scale.”

It's No Wonder Prince Has Remade "Let's Go Crazy"

 Ann Althouse cribbed this line from Matt Tiabbi of Rolling Stone:

This morning's David Brooks column on same-sex marriage was one of the weirdest, most mean-spirited things I've ever seen in The New York Times.

See, this is why I bag on the dumb blonde and could give a shit about Rolling Stone, too. "The weirdest"? Did they, both, miss The New York Times article (I linked to yesterday) about pet psychics? That was perfectly sane, compared to David Brooks' thoughts on gay marriage, right? 

And, if it isn't, we can't count on Ann Althouse or Matt Tiabbi to tell us, can we? Why not? Because they're both ethical bottom feeders, that's why: 

 These people - now arguing for unknown "rights" and demanding we change - they're disturbed. 

 BTW - Here's the Prince song. It sucks, like all his stuff since becoming a megalomaniac...

 

The Gift (That Keeps On Giving Me The Creeps)

Mark my words - the entire world of celebrity is now populated by crazy people:

"Katy Perry sang about kissing girls, and now she's talking tongues: In the new issue of Rolling Stone, Perry reveals that her Christian minister parents spoke in tongues when she was growing up.

The California girl, who has 'Jesus' tattooed on her left wrist, tells the magazine, 'Speaking in tongues is as normal to me as "Pass the salt." It's a secret, direct prayer language to God.' Perry, 25, adds that her dad usually speaks in tongues while her mom plays interpreter. 'That's their gift,' she explains.

Speaking of gifts, Perry reportedly bought fiance Russell Brand a $200,000 ticket to outer space aboard the Virgin Galactic for his 35th birthday.

But if Perry feels lucky to have found love with the British comic, she'll never admit it. In the Perry household, she explains, 'I wasn't able to say I was lucky because my mother would rather us say that we were blessed, and she also didn't like that lucky sounded like Lucifer.'

In fact, the quirky brunette reveals, 'I wasn't allowed to eat Lucky Charms, but I think that was the sugar. I think my mom lied to me about that one.'"

Yessireebob, she probably did. And it's nice, after all that religious talk, to see she'll publicly call her own mother a liar. (Hearing when people screw up their stories like that? That's MY gift.) I swear, it's like the crazier they are, the more committed we are to making them famous, when, the more famous they are, the more we should be trying to get their crazy asses committed.

I Want Some Of Whatever He's Smoking - NOW

Check this shit out:

That's a picture of me, trying out this blue eyed performance idea. And now look at Michael:

Man - if I was rich and turning white - I'd be creeped-the-fuck-out.

But I ain't: I just make this face at NewAge spirits and they all go away.

As anyone can see, I ain't exactly capable of putting my opinions this way, because this English guy's a waaay better writer than I am, plus I can hear England in his voice, and we Americans like that, so I'm letting him do the talking:

"The public is not behind the war; there is a confusion over war aims, an uncertainty about withdrawal and growing tensions between the people running it. Why shouldn't the citizens who pay for the war and the men who give up their lives for it know what is going on? General McChrystal may have been motivated by self-aggrandisement. But that is true of half the people who speak out to the media. We should be acclaiming him as a hero, not an errant soldier whose openness to the media must be condemned."

See: that's almost my position - smoking a pipe. (I was going to say "wearing an ascot" but Jon Stewart's on the whole ascot thing so I went with the pipe.)

Come on, you big pussies:

The firing of General McChrystal was stupid and wrong.

The biggest controversy I've heard of, surrounding the newest war documentary, "Restrepo", has been about the lack of politics heard from the soldiers. Now you hear what they think on a boozy night in Paris and - even though it's probably not that much different from what you or I think - they lose their jobs. No. General McChrystal and his men don't deserve this.

I think, at this point, his buyer's remorse should be punishment enough.

And then, of course, there's this:

"Rolling Stone was founded in San Francisco in November 1967, at the height of the counter-culture movement, by a university drop-out called Jann Wenner, who financed its earliest editions with the help of a $7,500 loan from his family.

'The spirit was that rock'n'roll was not merely music, but an expression of a new generation,' says Victor Navasky, the chairman of the Columbia Journalism Review. 'They stood for a revolutionary principle, mixed up with new-age spiritualism,...'"

I don't put the words in their mouths, folks, I swear.

Now what have I been telling you? I forget.

Oh well, it couldn't have been of very much importance, now could it?

Whoa - I sounded a little British there, after all, now didn't I?

Well - Jolly good:

I might turn out to be a writer yet.

The Only Thing They Can't Save Is Themselves

"If you looked at it from a certain perspective, the exercises Amy Shipley did in Dahn Yoga were perfectly normal. Take what she was doing right now. It was near midnight. Amy and seven other devotees of Dahn Yoga — nearly all in their 20s, clad in blue tracksuits and barely functioning on three hours of sleep — were standing in a waist-deep fountain in the desert of Sedona, Arizona. On command from their Korean trainer, all eight would plunge their heads underwater and hold their breath until their lungs strained, finally rocketing to the surface gasping and shouting a devotional song to their Grand Master — a middle-aged Korean man called Ilchi Lee — and weeping to prove their sincerity. Then they'd be ordered to do it again, and properly this time. In this way, Amy and the others were saving their souls and rescuing the world from annihilation.

See? Totally normal.

Amy loved tests. She'd always been Type-A like that, an overachiever, first in line for any challenge. And Dahn Yoga gave her endless tests to pass, especially here at its isolated Arizona retreat where, round the clock, members performed all kinds of mysterious rituals. Certain exercises had taken some getting used to, of course. Like the one where they'd turn off the lights and everyone would dance and scream for hours, until they collapsed in a sobbing heap. Or just earlier today, when Amy had been ordered to mash her face in the dirt as a lesson in humility. A 24-year-old blond Midwesterner who had been a homecoming princess of her Indiana high school, Amy was now a pro at such practices: At a previous workshop that lasted for 10 days, she and a dozen others had begun each morning by punching themselves in the stomach while hollering things like 'I am stupid!' For that privilege, Amy had paid $8,500.

Two years earlier, Amy and her boyfriend, Ricardo Barba, had been ordinary juniors at the University of Illinois when they visited a campus fitness club that taught a meld of yoga and tai chi. Now, by spring 2008, they were sleep-deprived, celibate soul warriors who considered Ilchi Lee their 'spiritual father.' In pursuit of the enlightenment Lee promised, they and thousands of other young American disciples dedicated 80-hour workweeks and astonishing amounts of money to Dahn Yoga. Amy was $47,000 in debt for her training, having maxed out credit cards and student loans at the urging of her masters. Again, totally normal: Many who progressed in Dahn had mountains of debt, especially those lucky older members with homes to mortgage — an asset that came in handy when paying for Dahn's holiest seminar, which cost $100,000.

Amy broke through the water's surface again and launched into song, careful to keep a smile on her face as tears rolled down her cheeks. Suddenly, she was struck with a rare moment of clarity. She didn't understand how this exercise was promoting world peace. She felt ridiculous. She was exhausted. She missed Ricardo, who was back in Chicago cleaning yoga-studio toilets and doing penance for his inability to 'create' money. What the hell am I doing? Amy wondered. But no sooner did the thought enter her mind than she squelched it the way her masters had taught her: When in doubt, commit yourself even harder. She slammed her face into the chilly water until her reservations dissipated. At the end of this week's training, Amy herself would be crowned a Dahn master and awarded her heavenly assignment: to recruit 20 new members and raise $20,000 for Dahn Yoga each month.

'I was a good little cult member,' Amy says today. 'I would have drank Kool-Aid laced with cyanide if they told me to. I would have chopped off my right arm. I would have done anything.'"

-- Sabrina Rubin Erdely, finally catching on to this yoga-as-a-cult business - and (like most of what goes on in Sedona, Arizona) it is a cult business - described in the most unlikeliest of places - the magazine that encouraged this behavior: the very-hippie Rolling Stone.

Meet Tim Dickinson………….

This is Tim with his wife…or lover…or significant other…or a hooker. We don’t really know, but we’re thinking it’s sexual in any event.

Tim is a contributing editor for Rolling Stone Magazine. You remember them. Everyone there believes Peter Pan was a documentary and a guideline for thinking, left behind by the ancient Mayans.

Tim is upset, as you can tell from the photo, and from the look on his spouse’s face we’d say there’s some fingers digging into some ribs.

Anyway, Tim is unhappy because the pork laden stimulus package didn’t sail through unchallenged. Especially the part about six billion dollars for greening of federal buildings.

Tim can’t resist anything with the word green in it. The very mention of the word sends his mind soaring. Tim now thinks greening some buildings will create two to three million jobs at caulk and weather stripping factories. Tim might be an expert at manufacturing, marketing, construction and economics, or, more likely, he could be a typical nut-job liberal journalist moron who can't even change a light bulb.

Here’s part of what Tim wrote:

"The biggest line item is $6 billion for greening federal buildings. This is stimulus at its best. Thousands of labor-intensive American jobs. Hundreds of millions in new orders to American manufacturers for windows and weather stripping and caulk and insulation. And it has the added bonus of saving taxpayers millions down the line: You reap long term savings in energy costs and have the added bonus of reduced greenhouse emissions. The only justification for calling this 'wasteful' is Cheneyite ideology."

Note the out of context, irrelevant reference to Dick Cheney. It could be that our little man-boy is a closet Cheney-sexual. Bad Tim.

You can read the entire article here, or if you want to buy the hard copy, it’s easy to spot:

The cover has Sean Penn on it.