I don't even know if i should link to this stupid article:
Obama thus far has equivocated on rappers. He has criticized their language, but adamantly refused to denounce the whole sordid genre as the unique cultural problem that it is.
Lead Singer Syndrome had a fun gig last night at the Lenny's Night Out event at KC's Korner in South Plainfield. LNO is sort of an open mic night, but it's a lot more organized than a typical open mic and they've got an enthusiastic organizer and the best sound system we've seen yet. We played a good show despite Carlos being sick and Priscilla dealing with a weird drumset configuration (the ride symbol in between the high and medium toms?).
Note: All the internet sites have that "Jackson Five" line before the Doo Doo Wab part, but that's clearly not what he's saying (at least on the album version). However, i can't figure out what he is saying. Help would be appreciated.
You Haven't Done Nothin' by Stevie Wonder
We are amazed but not amused by
all the things you say that you'll do.
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you.
But we are sick and tired of hearing your song
Tellin' how you are gonna
change right from wrong
'Cause if you really want to hear our views:
You haven't done nothin'
It's not to cool to be ridiculed
but you brought this upon yourself.
The world is tired of pacifiers
We want the truth and nothing else - yeah!
Jackson Five join along with me
Sing: Doo doo wab
Hey hey hey
Doo doo wab waw waw waw waw doo doo dab
Naw naw naw doo doo wab
go go go
Doo doo wab bum bum bum doo doo wab
We would not care to wake up to the nightmare
That's becomin' real life
but when mislead who knows a person's mind can turn
as cold as ice - um hum.
Why do you keep on makin' us hear your song
Tellin' us how you are changin right from wrong
'Cause if your really want to hear our views:
You haven't done nothin'
yeah.
The most unwanted music is over 25 minutes long, veers wildly between loud and quiet sections, between fast and slow tempos, and features timbres of extremely high and low pitch, with each dichotomy presented in abrupt transition. The most unwanted orchestra was determined to be large, and features the accordion and bagpipe (which tie at 13% as the most unwanted instrument), banjo, flute, tuba, harp, organ, synthesizer (the only instrument that appears in both the most wanted and most unwanted ensembles). An operatic soprano raps and sings atonal music, advertising jingles, political slogans, and "elevator" music, and a children's choir sings jingles and holiday songs. The most unwanted subjects for lyrics are cowboys and holidays, and the most unwanted listening circumstances are involuntary exposure to commercials and elevator music. Therefore, it can be shown that if there is no covariance--someone who dislikes bagpipes is as likely to hate elevator music as someone who despises the organ, for example--fewer than 200 individuals of the world's total population would enjoy this piece.
I'm only about 10 minutes in, but so far it's pretty good! Kind of like Mr. Bungle meets Faust.
In honor of Dave Levy's book Love+Sex with Robots...
Dirty Robot by Arling&Cameron
No, i don't care for your metal looks
I don't care for your bleeps and bloops
Go away why don't you just shut off
Your pretty smile
Digital dial
I hate your every bolt and screw
I don't like anything about you
You're a dirty robot (I'm a dirty robot)
You're a dirty robot (I'm a dirty robot)
You're a dirty robot (I'm a dirty robot)
You're a dirty robot (I'm a dirty robot)
Yes, everyday i've been thinking 'bout you
In my dreams, we've been making out
Isn't that what human life's about
(No) My circuitry comes off the scale
Baby, got the hots for you
My index sent a shock right through(?)
My body needs you
My body needs you
You're a dirty robot (I'm a dirty robot)
You're a dirty robot (I'm a dirty robot)
You're a dirty robot (I'm a dirty robot)
You're a dirty robot (I'm a dirty robot)
You're a dirty robot
You're a dirty robot
You're a dirty robot
You're a dir-dir-dirty robot
I'm a dirty robot
I'm a dirty robot
I'm a dirty robot
I'm a dirty robot
Look at the place where my hand curbs,
Stops the curse and finds another place,
And with you mother screams "I am mother"
Woman screams "I am fertile" and the father can't yell.
Ring correction demonstrates the mind
Finds its way on down the river,
And you keep remembering mother screams "I am mother",
Woman screams "I am fertile" and the father,
He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet.
All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten rays and smells,
All appointed to the definite beautiful.
Mother there invents the aiding,
Woman who just lies there waiting and the father,
He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet.
You may expect you fix all your money to pay the bills
And keep remembering mother screams "choose the way"
And the woman says she won't stay and your father,
He hasn't been born yet.
All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten rays and smells,
All appointed to the definite beautiful.
Mother who invents the aiding,
Woman who just lies there waiting and the father,
He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet,
He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet,
He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet,
All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten rays and smells,
All appointed to the definite beautiful.
Mother who invents the aiding,
Woman who just lies there waiting and the father,
He hasn't been born, he hasn't been born,
He hasn't been born, he hasn't been born yet.
All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten rays and smells,
All appointed to the definite beautiful.
Mother who invents the aiding,
Woman who just lies there waiting and the father,
He hasn't been born yet.
I sit at my table and wage war on myself
It seems like it's all, it's all for nothing
I know the barricades, and
I know the mortar in the wall breaks
I recognize the weapons, I used them well
This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the wall and I will be the one to knock it down
I've a rich understanding of my finest defenses
I proclaim that claims are left unstated,
I demand a rematch
I decree a stalemate
I divine my deeper motives
I recognize the weapons
I've practiced them well. I fitted them myself
(chorus)
It's amazing what devices you can sympathize (empathize)
This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the wall and I will be the one to knock it down
Reach out for me and hold me tight. Hold that memory
Let my machine talk to me, let my machine talk to me
This is my world
And I am world leader pretend
This is my life
And this is my time
I have been given the freedom
To do as I see fit
It's high time I've razed the walls
That I've constructed
(repeat chorus)
You fill in the mortar. You fill in the harmony
You fill in the mortar. I raised the wall
And I'm the only one
I will be the one to knock it down
The guitarist from RC Coda took some videos of us at the Blue Room. The videos are... a little guitar-centric (I swear that we have a drummer and a bassist too!), but still pretty cool. Check them out:
