Friday, August 30, 2013

I Had To Stop What I Was Doing To Be Sure I Heard You


Wait a minute:
"You’d think an accusation of sexual assault would be career-ending for your hard-working professional saint, but Sant Shri Asaramji Bapu has nothing to fear. At a time when people want the harshest punishment for the five slum dwellers, four of them reportedly Muslim, accused of raping a young working woman in Mumbai, the charges of sexual abuse against the guru have led to an outpouring of sympathy and support,..."
Figures.

I've so little interest in visiting India, "The Most Spiritual Place On Earth" may as well try selling this other angle now:

Bring money and you, too, can be a "saint"...
 

"Obama's America", Obama And Blacks, Dilla's Delights, Religion’s Race Problem, And Foreign Territory At Home











Scientologists, Our Fake Autistic Spiritual Saviors, BPD, Psychic Spies, & Banning Religious Symbols As Genius











Executions, Pornography, Prostitution, The Answer To How Life Began, Sex While Under Hypnosis, And Death











From Hate To Happiness (With Good Stuff In-Between)

"Haters really are going to hate. A new study published in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology corroborates the hip-hop and Internet truism that you just can’t win with some people. (No word yet on whether playas gonna play or ballers gonna ball, but we’ll probably find out soon. Researchers gonna research.)"





Remember - This Rapper is the "Law Of Attraction" guy:




Or A Surprise (Depending How You Want To Look At It)


Hey, marriage fans, they've started a new contest:
"And the award for Getting to the High Ground While Ditching Your Spouse Who Got Cancer goes to Catherine Zeta-Jones."
Let's see, Newt, John Edwards, Catherine Zeta-Jones = both sexes and getting younger - which has to mean only one thing, NewAgers:

Everybody gets a prize,...
 

Destructive Appearances


And then, every so often, I catch a glimmer of daylight:



Which, of course, needs to be stamped out - that's the purpose of the article. The writer, being a fan of the adulterous and multi-married Springsteen, he probably thinks, or thought, like this:
Some years ago, the man I am married to told me he had always had a mad desire to go to an orgy. Why on earth, I asked. Why not, he said.

And he'd later be divorced by that woman, who'd become admired for it, because she thinks, or thought, like this:
It would be just like the dances at the YMCA I went to in the seventh grade—only instead of people walking past me and rejecting me, they would be stepping over my naked body and rejecting me.

These are misshapen trolls, presented as our cultural heroes.


Thank goodness, not everyone's following their lead,...
 

Simon Cowell's Having A Baby With Another Man's Wife (So, That Means, Criticism Stops At Judging Ourselves)

Pop is suffering from the same malady as the art world, which is stuck on the tired old rubric that shock automatically confers value. But those once powerful avant-garde gestures have lost their relevance in our diffuse and technology-saturated era, when there is no longer an ossified high-culture establishment to rebel against. On the contrary, the fine arts are alarmingly distant or marginal to most young people today.
Unfortunately, the media spotlight so cheaply won by Cyrus will inevitably spur repeats of her silly stunt, by her and others. Image and profile now rule the music industry. At a time when profits are coming far more from touring than from CD sales, performers are being hammered too early into a marketable formula for cavernous sports venues. With their massive computerized lighting and special-effects systems, arena shows make improvisation impossible and stifle the natural rapport with the audience that performers once had in vaudeville houses and jazz clubs. There is neither time nor space to develop emotional depth or creative skills. 
Pop is an artistic tradition that deserves as much respect as any other. Its lineage stretches back to 17th century Appalachian folk songs and African-American blues, all of which can still be heard vibrating in the lyrics and chord structure of contemporary music. But our most visible young performers, consumed with packaging and attitude, seem to have little sense of that thrilling continuity and therefore no confidence in how it can define and sustain their artistic identities over the course of a career.

I think the phrase that pays nowadays is "unsustainable".

I love when Boomers pretend that - after their kids witnessed their antics - they now have no idea where any of this is coming from.

But - they also assure us - there's nothing that can be done.

It's just so neat and tidy,...
 

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Women Are Goddesses (& Blacks Live Just Like Whites)


Two premises I can't buy, whether anybody likes me or not,....

Well Played: Boy George Returns To Style (Recording)

"The singer will release This Is What I Do on October 28 through his own Very Me record label. 
'I wanted to make a baggy album, not overproduced and I think I have achieved it,' Boy George stated."

Self-Serving? (Why, If That's The Case, I'll Take Two) III


This piece on Dave Chappelle sounds so familiar to TMR it almost physically hurts to read it:
Theories for why he quit abound. Some say he had a mental breakdown, others presume he suffered from being “the one righteous man in a world of corruption”, as Jason Zinoman, a comedy critic for the New York Times, writes in his e-book “Searching for Dave Chappelle”. Though Mr Chappelle has never fully explained his reasons for leaving, in interviews he has said that he worried his comedy was becoming socially irresponsible. He mentioned hearing a white TV-crew member laugh during the filming of a sketch in a way that made him uncomfortable. 
Race is an important theme in his work. When Mr Chappelle first started out, playing to racially mixed audiences in Washington, DC’s largely segregated comedy scene in the 1980s, he caught flak for “not being black enough” (a concern over racial fidelity that white artists never have to face). His TV show dealt with race frankly and often surreally: one sketch concerned a blind white supremacist who did not know he was black; another featured a “racial draft”, in which American ethnic groups “drafted” biracial or culturally hybrid celebrities (the Jews took Lenny Kravitz; the blacks took Tiger Woods; the Asians got the Wu-Tang Clan). In Austin a particularly funny (and unprintable) bit involved him hiring as his personal chef Paula Deen, a white Southern cookbook author who was recently fired from the Food Network for using racial slurs. 
It is not clear what is next for Mr Chappelle when this American tour ends in late September. Despite his long absence, he seems at home on stage. If there were fewer roll-on-the-ground laughs than the audience may have expected, there was also the sense that a restless innovator is pushing the bounds of his art.

Yep - I know the feeling: 

That's just what some of us do,...
 

Self-Serving? (Why, If That's The Case, I'll Take Two) II


Naturally, Rush Limbaugh is on the mark, waaay before the rest of these klutzes, in assessing why conservatism doesn't win:
"We're nowhere in the pop culture. We are nowhere in movies. We're nowhere in television shows. We are nowhere in music. Nowhere!"


guess this is a bad time to remind everyone, after years of releases, I've got a conservative album in the works and need donations to finish it, huh? 


Maybe somebody can look into telling Rush Limbaugh:


You know, so he doesn't get the wrong idea or anything,...