These Days The Revolution Is Just Out For Blood, They Ain't Making A Single Friend.

These Days The Revolution Is Just Out For Blood, They Ain't Making A Single Friend.

These days the revolution is just out for blood, they ain't making a single friend.

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4 years ago
From Cover Of March 31, 1952 General Motors Shareholders’ Quarterly Report. Shown Is XP-300, The Buick

From cover of March 31, 1952 General Motors Shareholders’ Quarterly Report. Shown is XP-300, the Buick LeSabre concept car

4 years ago

The Band Scary Pockets performing a soulful iteration of Radiohead’s 1993 anti-anthem, “Creep” (On Youtube at https://youtu.be/tcNuPheBQgU)

Well that was incredible. The singer was just pouring out a heart rending, soulful rendition of Creep that would make your chest shudder.  Her possessed  driven voice was looking to smash right out of that room, like a gail force from massive unseen pipes.  She could turn from whisper to soaring then back.  

Meanwhile, the backing band  played a giddily infectious and genial vamp, like it just went right over their heads that Creep is a devastatingly sorrowful song–not melancholy, but acute anguish, bereaved loss as a freely gushing wound that doesn’t heal.But no, they carried entire duration  of the song–like it was jauntily amiable, laid back and with the purest kind of no-fucks-to-give, bounce in its gait.  For me, it recalled the sensation and storied feel of Herbie Hancock’s Fat Albert Rotunda, or the lope along good natured Linus and Lucy theme from countless Peanuts animated specials–which only added to the thick warm mallow feeling it stirred in me.  

Her voice railed with loneliness and loss.  It’s sonorous dolor filled the air enveloping the rhythm section, but instead of leaching the vitality out of them, it was like they just absorbed her energy for juice.  It cranked the mood coming off them from dopey laissez-faire to jubilation, the loping feel of the rhythm’s stride shifted subtly, rising in mood to a march. Then up from march to a joyous victory dance  without changing any tempo, dynamic, or orchestration, just like they appropriated the agony energy of her song and transformed it into an aural ecstasy  more suited to a dervish. 

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More info on them, pasted from Youtube:

Subscribe: http://bit.ly/2IwGwQc

Official Website: https://scarypocketsfunk.com

Stories Channel: https://youtube.com/channel/UC-yUK_2H... 

Facebook: https://facebook.com/scarypockets

Instagram: https://instagram.com/scarypockets

Twitter: https://twitter.com/scarypockets

Bandcamp: https://scarypockets.bandcamp.com

Musicians Vocals: India Carney Bass: Sam Wilkes Drums: Lemar Carter Guitar: Ryan Lerman Wurlitzer: Jack Conte  (who you might recognise from Pomplamoose) Recording Engineer: Pete Min


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4 years ago

Even though there is so much that binds us together.

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.

Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

4 years ago
As If I Have The Option Not To.

As if I have the option not to.

4 years ago

My God, but if that wasn't the worst piece of advice I ever took--more than once, to boot, I can't imagine anything more ruinous, degrading, and irrevocably fatal for the soul.

Certainly if you must love anything or anyone, then do it while you are young and filled with foolish good nature and resilience. Spend both like a drunken sailor, because both wane no matter how you live your life.

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4 years ago

Thankfully, I retired relatively young. Not that retirement is a gig worth being too grateful about either.

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4 years ago
Kurt Vonnegut:

Kurt Vonnegut:

“When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.

And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”

And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”

And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.”


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4 years ago

It's got cool

THE VAMPIRES - AKA MILTON DELUGG

I adore this oddball, instrumental novelty record.

4 years ago
All The Beautiful Women With Their Zaftig Curvy Bodies And Strong Sexy Feet.

All the beautiful women with their zaftig curvy bodies and strong sexy feet.


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4 years ago
My Inner Self Checking In, During The Middle Of Night When No One Is Around To Hear.

My inner self checking in, during the middle of night when no one is around to hear.

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Eris' Bachhanal

No one does escape. It doesn't matter one bit. Humility is everything.

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