DamnAssHellKings
When it rains, it pours, no? Not that I have much more to write than before, but what the holy heck - I'm bored. I have some nice tom yam derivative - I improvised and overdid the lime part, though - left in the fridge, so I think /me will go home now & eatum soapum. I managed to buy som christmas presents during lunch as well as the latest Juxtapoz, res and Magnet. Did I say I hate consumerism? I meant consunerism, which is, like, totally something else. Honest to grod. Gord. Gond. Glo. And how the fuck can someone have "smarmy tits"? Beats me. I just came up with the concept of such mammaries. Such is my brain: sick and not at all logic in all matters.
Mmmm. Soup is good food. I hope my milk hasn't gone sour. If it's fresh I'll make me a bigass coffee with hot milk, the thing the youth of today calls a latte, perhaps. I call it espresso with a hella lotta hotta milk. A.
PS. Did I tell you that I love DJ Signify. I'm sure I did. But here goes again: thanks, Cease and Desist for sending me - for free and gratis, to boot - that absolutely grandmaster flashing DJ Signify promo. I love it. Mwah! D.S.
Wednesday, December 20, 2000, 06:31 p.m.
Pizzazz, goddammit!
Um. I have been so tired of not seeing anythink interesting at {fray} the past half-year or so that I missed Missy Loobylu's illustrations to a new "Powercheck" story. Sorry. Nice drawings, nice story.
By the way, I found Stray Bullets TPB #3 a bit of a disappointment, to tell the truth. However, it's all made better by the complete Lone Wolf & Cub run, published by Dark Horse, in the cutest little format I've ever seen(300 pages, 4" x 6"). I FUCKING LOVE!
Wednesday, December 20, 2000, 05:40 p.m.
LKFR - indisposable movie on a mac info
Um. Friends who've broken up rejoice in rejoining. Friends who've broken up finds a new one. And I alone am left to tell the tale. It's frigid out, now. Rime on the windshields and all that jazz. I have longjohns, 2 pairs, but I forget to wear them. Not out of vanity, though. "I'm the type of guy" who likes such apparel.
Christmas beckons, and I still haven't bought a single christmas gift. I'm not particularily fond of christmas these days. It feels more like a burden than the funfest it was during childhood. I like my parents, but I like to spend ordinary days with them more than holidays, but holidays is when I visit them. I enter a stressful weekend of going hither and thither to relatives on this side and that side. Me no dig. When is it OK to not celebrate Christmas with parents? I'd like some time off, I think.
Consumerism, the drug of a nation. We need it as much as we need a hole in the head. Burning cows, too, what will the Indians think? Everything is sick. Fat cats eating rich, hopefully stoking on their caviar. Bitches of Law that whore themselves out to anyone with the moolah, the hardearned shekels, the dough. Where's that revolution when we need one?
Wednesday, December 20, 2000, 11:37 a.m.
TrackerTracker
Yuh. Damn sloppy, pigman! No entry, no life. No entry, poor dicipline. The past week have been ill-spent (WELL! I think NOT!) not working too hard. Au contraire, I've been working my ass off hm moving stuff around on the 'net. I shouldn't flaunt it, but what the heck. By the way, you should really listen in to my radio, which certainly is playinmg more great stuff than you could shake a stick at. Among the artists played the past hour was Ohio Players, Dirtbombs, TransAm, Depth Charge, Lord High Fixers, Thee Headcoats, Funkstörung, Company Flow, Mr. Vegas, The Catalinas, Public Enemy, Sinner Strong, New Bomb Turks, Add N To X, Sonics, Deltron 3030, Texaco Leatherman, Bratmobile, The Tempters, Andre Williams, Funkadelic and Blackstar[Congo Natty]. So if you wanna hear some stuff that you haven't heard but might like, listen in. It's down for a bit ecvery day, but that seems to be some bug either in the program or at Live365. Just try a couple hours or a day later.
What can I possibly say after such an unnecessarily shameless plug for myself? Um. Not much. Seen some gigs. Got 5 records from Anticon and Cease and Desist, including an incredibly nice promo of DJ Signify (a fucked up 1996 mixtape). Get that underground canuck stuff from NoRecordStore
Woo! Right now my random radio played Rusty Warren from Incredibly Strange Music 2! Now there's a Riot Grrrl, wimps! She's as shockfulla slackness as my gal Lady Saw, almost.
Hm. Today, my friend Magnus had dissertation on his PhD thesis. I couldn't attend, but I'm sure it went smooth. In 2 hrs I will go to the party, though. I'm tired. A little bit hungover. My close close friend Alexander broke up with his girlfriend wednesday, and I joined him and Petter for a few. And yesterday I saw my friend Clemens playing live rockabilly with Gus, Ymme and Gugge at Ariman. And I did a batch of posters, an ad and some flyers for my friends. I been "bizzy bizzy blazzy", to quote Red Rat...
And son of wimp president has put his corn dog eating texan ass on the throne of bad bowel movements. Goddamned pussy. What the fuck were ppl thinking about?
Friday, December 15, 2000, 04:17 p.m.
My pals in General Music
Hellhole!
I hate it when the computer fucks up just when you have a nice flow writing about something.
Anyway. I was writing about how I almost woke up screaming, annoyed by the radio I was hearing over the fields of Morpheus or whatevah. There was some kind of debate that invaded my dream, steering it into an inevitable scream: "You goddamned idiot!", or something to that effect. For it was a debate on mp3, that ole hobby-horse of mine. IN the corners were some well-meaning but esentialy clueless minister of consumers' (a minister that's supposed to look after the interests of the consumers here in Sweden) and some low-watt bulb from the EMI dungeons of corporate dung. Pro and against.
Do you know how much a record costs in Sweden? More than 20 USD, which I must say is pretty fucking steep, considering that ppl such as Lookout manage to sell their CDs for 9 dollahs. "EMI has costs", the fool, whom I almost pity, said. "For studios, which cost 60 to 120 kUSD and for promotion, TV spots etc". Then he proceeded to call the mp3 downloaders "simple thieves, who in effect will kill off music". Well, duh. "Oh kettle, thou art black", or what? Heck, it's proven beyond a doubt that the big thieves are the big corporations and the big stores who in effect is one of the more powerful cartels in media. No question about it.
I don't know why it annoys me to such a degree, these things, but it feels as if they're attacking me per se. i don't wan't to be accused of "stealing" the music of their so-called "artists", who are nothing but ignorant hacks for the most. FUCK THEM! I know who's right, and I'll be damned if I let them slander me and my ilk any more. We are the ones interested in music. We are the buyers. We once and for all have the opportunity to kill off the mainstream, right here & now. FUCK THEM!
Tuesday, December 5, 2000, 05:06 p.m.
Yay! The first new REAL fray in ages!!!
By the way, sorry for having written such boring things the past entries. Or were they boring? Non-interesting, rather.
Anyway. I read Donna Tartt's "The Secret History" this weekend, a book which I understand is somewhat of a favourite among 20-something women/ladies/gals. Me, I thought it well-written, but not extraordinary at all. A four out of five, I think. I loved "Brideshead Revisited" when I was 17, and this was a bit o' the same vein. Wish I had "Brideshead Revisited" on VCR.
Tuesday, December 5, 2000, 12:07 p.m.
Blekko
Yuhs. The Woggles was a fucking groove machine. I was damn tired when I went to the gig at midnight, but it was as if had skinnydipped in the fountain of youth, because within 5 minutes I was sweating like a cowboy. Yay! The Woggles rock! They be party!
Compared to them, The Delta 72, who I saw on sunday, was a big disappointment with ugly haircuts and surly attitude. They had a bigger audience than The Woggles, but they were totally opposite to them. Woggles=happy, Delta 72=sourfucks.
Monday, December 4, 2000, 12:22 p.m.
No Link. Nothing New.
Almighty lard! I've been quiet as a mouse for WEEKS! Almost a MONTH of silence of the sheer and utter kind. It hasn't been for lack of words, but lack of initiative, I think. I'm well though, thanks for (not) axing. This puppy's fucking invincible.
A lot has happened worldwide, but not personally, I think. (Just now in headphones: Blonde Redhead-Odiata per le sue virtu) Still work, still drink, still eat, still read, still cook, still listening to music, still watching movies, still hanging with friends, still single, still not sick.
The world is once again made into a dirty sordid joke of Satan's: the farce of an election in the states, that crazy cow illness in germany, new ebola epidemics, the rich get richer, the poor are getting poorer, the palestino-israeli fracas, rape, famine, murder, aids. Media diarrea über alles. We are force fed with the stool of the world. Nothing of it that doth fade. Fuck it. I'm just getting agitated.
Good things: new magazines (Monde Diplomatique, Bust, Nerve, Sonic Magazine), new music (too much to mention), good concerts (Bob Log III being the latest). I'm feeling rusty writing. This feels tired. I must force myself into updating. I could write a lot if I cut down on masturbation, mental and manual. I want to sleep. I love autumn, the darkness, the cold, the air, but I hate it too. Hm. I better stop writing and go get some cawfee.
Tonite: The Woggles
Tomorrow: Delta 72
Sunday: read books and mags
Monday: spank the keyboard
Friday, December 1, 2000, 04:05 p.m.
