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Post by gr0undzer0 on Mar 4, 2009 3:36:35 GMT -5
he is a badass m0f0, you could really start with Black Flag is y00 wanna go way back, hey its a new day here, so I suppose I could find a new quote.
And Lungsy I told you quite some time ago to check out his writings, I think you would really enjoy them
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Post by maidli2 on Mar 4, 2009 3:38:27 GMT -5
...and he's a very good performer on stage and a show man !!
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Post by Lungsey on Mar 4, 2009 3:39:03 GMT -5
.... heh, yeah.... i wasn't convinced.... errr, y00 have a b00k i should start with? in my defence: i don't really read...
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Post by gr0undzer0 on Mar 4, 2009 3:39:34 GMT -5
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own. Henry Rollins
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Post by maidli2 on Mar 4, 2009 3:47:12 GMT -5
it's nice !
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Post by mokkly2 on Mar 4, 2009 10:20:30 GMT -5
'I like to think I mowed down as many whites as I did blacks. I mean, the Koreans did very badly out of the whole deal.'
Do you feel any pride now?
'I feel nothing but pride. That's all I do feel. An empty pride. A hopeless vanity. A dreadful arrogance. A stupefyingly futile conceit. But at least it's something to hang on to.'
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Post by Lungsey on Mar 4, 2009 12:57:58 GMT -5
he is a badass m0f0, you could really start with Black Flag is y00 wanna go way back, hey its a new day here, so I suppose I could find a new quote. And Lungsy I told you quite some time ago to check out his writings, I think you would really enjoy them errr, would y00 say a dull roar is a good start?
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Post by maidli2 on Mar 4, 2009 15:41:57 GMT -5
Roar... is always a good start
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Post by Lungsey on Mar 4, 2009 15:43:22 GMT -5
so very very true ;D
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Post by gr0undzer0 on Mar 4, 2009 18:19:22 GMT -5
'I like to think I mowed down as many whites as I did blacks. I mean, the Koreans did very badly out of the whole deal.'Do you feel any pride now? 'I feel nothing but pride. That's all I do feel. An empty pride. A hopeless vanity. A dreadful arrogance. A stupefyingly futile conceit. But at least it's something to hang on to.' who is that Peter Cook?
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Post by manintheshadows on Mar 4, 2009 18:27:07 GMT -5
Yup - from his 'Why Bother?' interviews with Chris Morris, I think
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Post by gr0undzer0 on Mar 14, 2009 7:55:01 GMT -5
“It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.”
Henry Rollins
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Post by gr0undzer0 on Mar 14, 2009 7:57:53 GMT -5
hahahhaa I like this one even better
“Half of life is fucking up the other half is dealing with it.”
Henry Rollins
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Post by gr0undzer0 on Mar 15, 2009 0:39:44 GMT -5
;D
some of this stuff isn't bad, but the fast numbers ("Time," "Get Up"), with Cornell's angsty rock-god vocals ricocheting off Timbo's skittering beats, are fresher and more enjoyable, at least in a monkey-riding-a-tricycle sort of way.
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Post by Montage on Mar 16, 2009 11:02:52 GMT -5
Graffiti in a bathroom stall:
"fat ppl r fat"
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Post by gr0undzer0 on May 18, 2009 16:38:16 GMT -5
If music is dying, musicians are killing it. Composers are the ones decomposing it. We are as responsible as anyone--although we'd love not to admit it. We lash out at "The Industry", blaming things like corporate structure for our shitty music--but we are the ones making it. We open the box they've given us and jump in, wrap ourselves up, and even lick the stamp. Why? Insecurity--the need for acceptance--maybe even money. We're not thinking about our music, just how it looks. One would rather have the warm tongue of a critic licking his asshole than the tongue of his spouse. It gives him a sense of validity and power. He seems to defy gravity. Maybe it is because he doesn't know what the hell else to do. He sees it coming--but freezes with panic like a deer in the headlights. Don't laugh--I've done it and you probably have too. And it has undoubtedly effected out music. (But have we learned anything form it?) We know that we are mostly a lot of slobbering babies who need constant stroking. We realize also in the moral order of society, we occupy positions similar to the thief, pimp, or peeping tom. We know that even if one has the pride of a bull, it is hard enough just to remain focused in this world. It gives us milliona upon millions of images--distractions--all saying the same thing at the same time: DO NOT THINK. If your fantasy and desire give you migraines, how easy it is to forget them when there is so much to look at. Our creations die quickly when abandoned like this. Do we realize that we are eating our young? It seems the passion that moves us is accompanied by an incredible urge to squash it. It is as quick as a fucking reflex--a conditioned response. It it a sexual problem? A puritanical one? The most intense and convincing music achieves a sexual level of expression, but what we normally feel is frigidity and limpness. It is just too easy for an artist to 'socialize' his desires when life tells him cardboard is OK. You should be ashamed of yourself! What is your fucking problem? If you don't come out, sooner or later you will die in there. Use chunks of yourself. Bodily fluids. Look left and right. Sift through others' belongings. Borrow. Steal. And try to achieve some sort of pleasure while doing it. This excitement should increase and intensify when you visualize it being shared by a number of people. Think about it. If it comes from inside you, it is automatically valid--it just may or may not be good. Because if it is not communicating in some way, its pleasure is as short-lived as a quick fuck in the back room. It doesn't mean shit. The labor of many composers is to construct elaborate walls of sound--but we often forget to leave a window or door to crawl out of. ow can we survive in these clever little rooms? We must eat our creation or we will starve. At this point, we have heard what we wanted to hear--our ears have shut down. We've resigned as slaves to our own gluttony. But if we have boarded up our learning environment, our only way out is to teach what we know. Will they listen? Why should they? Because they need you as much as you need them. You can save them from being swallowed up by the world--they can save you from being swallowed up by the world. Young and old players should be seeking each other out and using each other. They should develope a healthy exchange of smut--and learn to wear each other's masks. In this kind of environment, incredible things can happen. Music can emerge that is athletic and personal. Music that is riddled with contradictions--impossibilities. And that is the shit that can defy gravity.
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Post by maidli2 on May 19, 2009 1:48:59 GMT -5
... but who plays with words like this ;D ? I DO THINK i could recognize him each time ...YEAH !!!
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Post by dimples... on Jun 10, 2009 21:13:44 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sammy the Alien: I'll have two of them prime ribs and in between them some peanut butter. A leather model of the Taj Mahal filled with some kind of jelly... I don't care, grape, blueberry, it doesn't matter. Some cats, a dwarf riding a pumpkin. Also, could I get a snake in the form of a man's belt with the belt hook right around its head. Spitting poison, constantly spitting poison. If you could poke it with a stick a couple of times before you bring it to the table. Also, could I have a flaming ice cream model of the planet Uranus. It's my favourite planet. I love ice cream and flames are quite exciting. And then id like some uh, could you just cover your fist with grape jelly and then punch me in the throat.
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Post by wellwater on Jun 11, 2009 6:21:48 GMT -5
"You're through, Soup Nazi. Pack it up. No more soup for you. Next!"
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Post by Fields at Midnight on Jun 11, 2009 8:23:59 GMT -5
"You're through, Soup Nazi. Pack it up. No more soup for you. Next!" Elaine: WE ordered dinner, I had the Lobster Bisque, yadda yadda yadda, I never saw him again. Jerry: But you yadda, yadda'd over the best part Elaine: No, I mentioned the Bisque.
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Post by c00kie on Jun 11, 2009 8:32:47 GMT -5
to be honest--- never seen this Jerry whats his name show* in my life im not big on t.v stuff at all
NANA BA NANA
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Post by Maidli on Dec 8, 2009 7:14:13 GMT -5
hahaha i found this one, in french, but if i translate. Check your shoe, Cinderella . If your lover has it in pocket, he may find another Cinderella. If so ... she must check her shoe too ...
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Post by Maidli on Dec 8, 2009 7:17:08 GMT -5
“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.” ---edit, no translation, that's rollins ... too
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Post by solitude on Dec 9, 2009 21:08:24 GMT -5
"Hey! You said this play was all about Christmas! It's just about Jesus and God and stuff."
my 6 yr old niece at "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever"
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Post by gr0undzer0 on Dec 12, 2009 1:31:13 GMT -5
“It'll destroy you if you try to make it mean anything to anyone but yourself.”
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