Good
After experience had taught me that all the usual surroundings of social life are vain and futile; seeing that none of the objects of my fears contained in themselves anything either good or bad, except in so far as the mind is affected by them, I finally resolved to inquire whether there might be some real good having power to communicate itself, which would affect the mind singly, to the exclusion of all else: whether, in fact, there might be anything of which the discovery and attainment would enable me to enjoy continuous, supreme, and unending happiness. I say “I finally resolved,” for at first sight it seemed unwise willingly to lose hold on what was sure for the sake of something then uncertain. I could see the benefits which are acquired through fame and riches, and that I should be obliged to abandon the quest of such objects, if I seriously devoted myself to the search for something different and new. I perceived that if true happiness chanced to be placed in the former I should necessarily miss it; while if, on the other hand, it were not so placed, and I gave them my whole attention, I should equally fail.
I therefore debated whether it would not be possible to arrive at the new principle, or at any rate at a certainty concerning its existence, without changing the conduct and usual plan of my life; with this end in view I made many efforts, but in vain. For the ordinary surroundings of life which are esteemed by men (as their actions testify) to be the highest good, may be classed under the three heads — Riches, Fame, and the Pleasures of Sense: with these three the mind is so absorbed that it has little power to reflect on any different good. By sensual pleasure the mind is enthralled to the extent of quiescence, as if the supreme good were actually attained, so that it is quite incapable of thinking of any other object; when such pleasure has been gratified it is followed by extreme melancholy, whereby the mind, though not enthralled, is disturbed and dulled. [Read more]
Of course, we are not here concerned with any lofty notions of “good.” Rather “good” just happened to be in the title of each of the mp3s below, thus are they grouped. But a good (pardon) reading of Spinoza is a “good” thing; I highly recommend it.
Small caveat: “Good Times” below is most certainly NSFW.
Slack on Zen
Church of Ziontology revealed as (duh) a cult; Jack Con at Defecon III; a sojourn into steatopygous wonders; logical weapons, Ziontology revealed as (duh) nazi pseudo science, apparently applying for job of Guardians of Hell. Best of lock to them.
Know sex aloud
The first of two Manniken Idle remixes. The first is “Know Sex Aloud,” a play on both words and the daffy a capella delivered by an overage social worker; the second is still in work–everyone and their brother, so to speak, has remixed “Brothers Forever” (just Google it and you can see the mass of remix efforts, some pretty good, others suckier than the original audition). Well, I’ve heard hip-hop and techno remixes, but no heavymetal rendition in the style of Yngwie Malmsteen–that’s what I’m currently working on.
And to help in the anon “war on scientology” I have fun cutting up some of their podcasts, with “don’t forget about drugs” and “done? good….”
I am done…..Good….For now.
Why?
a cry for help
The difference between a jolly laugh and sheer hysteria; and the gods are commanded to stand up for bastards!
serious situations
A cult by any other name would smell as foul. And yes, Tom-tom has a “serious” date with the chopper….
“…a great tailor cuts little…”
Alas, the governator ain’t no great tailor. Hell, he can’t even act or lose that duh duh teutonic accent. So, heil fucking hitler. all about cutting. what can we cut? slice and dice. the ginsu governator, prepared to cut more than aluminum cans, see state parks, historical monuments, music, the arts, education in general. Don’t be cutting no sports programs, though, and keep trawling the debt with the “war” effort. be not mistaken, the power surge ain’t workin’. all reports to the contrary, claiming other reports contrary to that to be “contrarian.” “Extremist.” And yet the real extremists are in office, people. fiscal crisis. who caused it? who is the head of this wretched state? the governator. bent for too many years making shitty movies now intent on making Kalee-For-nee-yah one rocky coast of a shitty movie. Only without writers, artists, musicians, or anyone who remotely gives a fuck about anything but their own narcissistic abandon. well, this is what you wanted, californicators, this is what you get. a state run by an ambitious dork who’s place is really in American Gladiators. so yeah we could blame the “it’s not a tumor” man, but that’s too easy. the real tumor is our own festering carcinomic globule of stupidity. and it IS a tumor.
Hey, I got a solution: take all the money governator made while making shitty movies, tax all the churches and there you go. Crisis solved.
I’m here to thank you…
For letting us spawn democracies (read “establish client-states”) in foreign lands when we don’t even have an honest democracy right here at “home,” here in estados unidos; for believing in all the fear-mongering rhetoric, and swallowing all the incredulous disinformation and misinformation whole; for allowing two completely bogus elections to go essentially unreported, unexamined–and for allowing these same dubious election practices, not to mention the ever antiquated electoral college to continue, unaltered and embarrassingly unexamined; thank you, thank you, thank you for allowing the corporate rape of the environment, human rights erosion, and continual malfeasance to fester; thanks for the blank check, the blank stares, the blank minds and the stupid bumper stickers; and thanks for diverting your attentions to non-events and non-people we call “celebrities,” so that you won’t have an opportunity to see just how thoroughly you and your world are being completely fucked.
entropic of cancer
a missing masterpiece, the audacity of hope, the mystery of YouTube, and how I love ya how I love ya how I love ya how I love ya friscooooooooooooooooo…….
Think inside the box
Bob is a lovely spectacle, and he assures us that a blow job does not a date make. You figure it out.
Tough life
Rippin’ up some academics, living the tough life with the voices of experience, a happy morbido, sense of detachment but firm conviction that the government is obsolete. Shit, soldier, it don’t take a GED…..
Give ‘em the poison they name….
Recently I’ve been taking old pop “hits” from the eighties and extracting loops from them. Why? I don’t know. Too much India Pale Ale, perhaps. Whatever the reason, I happened upon a bit of serendipity yesterday when I put one or two hit wonder Autograph’s “Turn up the Radio” (or at least the first four bars, looped) with my reading of the classic “See what the boys in the backroom will have…” Originally I intended on the narrative, which I did a capella, to be backed by a gloomy-ass, trip hop thing, ala Portishead. However for grins I was in Acid screwing around and put the Autograph loop and the narrative together and found that in a weird, oblique and delicious way everything fit. At least for me; your mileage, as usual, may vary.
Other pieces below feature snippets of Def Leppard and old very bad movies, notably one called “Driller Killer,” which, believe it not, can be found over at the Internet Archive.
Hell bent for heat lamp
The minimum wages of a McJob are a fetid uniform that never, ever, ever loses it’s greasy stench, no matter how many times you take it down to the laundromat or whether you use Bold, Cheer, or the strongest nuclear detergent in the world.
I paid my dues for today’s music goof: 99 cents for the backing track. But no regrets. It was too much fun for the kid, lemme tellya. The guitar lead section is of course utterly ridiculous. I take full responsibility.
a down-low visit
Yeah, I love high weirdness as much as the next person, but not this kind.….
Resolutions, and Nero’s not fiddling around
I am a crime drama afficianado. And I confess that I am a Law and Order junkie. Whether the flavor is CI, SVU or plain vanilla LAO, I heart the show. Recently Jeremy Sisto joined vanilla LAO–glad to see him getting steady work; I first dug him in Six Feet Under and am now pleased to see him as a regular on LAO. Another actor I’ve enjoyed over the years is Eric Bogosian, who is now in LAO CI. And of course, Mariska Hargitay and Alicia Witt kick some serious ass. Ice T and Richard Belzer are cool. And yeah, the show is somewhat formulaic and largely humorless and at times over the top with the minor synth pads at the more bathetic moments, but it remains one of my standard “veg out” vehicles.
Eye Resolve, sort of
The sound collage consortium, a completely fictitious entity I just made up has brought it to my attention that some of my work is getting quite stale, specifically involving the use of the word “come” and it’s many variants. Their point is well taken and I resolve this year to place a moratorium on that term and will no longer pepper my cutups with gratuitous uses of said word. Ergo, there shall be no more “coming,” so to speak. And I will no longer take easy cheap shots, when I can avoid it. So, for instance, I won’t take someone saying “caucus” and truncate the word to make it sound like they’re saying “cock.” I vow to be more inventive and selective with audiotopsy experiments. However I reserve the right to produce clips with “more syphilis.”
Today’s pieces unfortunately contain too much of the verboten verbiage, so my resolution begins as of NOW. The first and featured collage is excerpted from a cheesy movie from 1975, “Death Race 2000,” which starred David Carradine and “the Italian Stallion” Sly Stallone.
excess so real
or “excess surreal,” or “excessive farce,” or, well, wordplay as thou will. Happy 08, freaks. Here’s to yet another year of puerile, absurd cutups that will nonetheless never come close to the actual craziness of the media universe.
HeavyConfetti
- Latcho Drom August 29, 2010
- Track Listing for “The State of Things” Album August 21, 2010
- Changes, future August 17, 2010
- The State of the State of Things June 21, 2010
- Working Three Tracks June 12, 2010
- the state of things without and around us June 8, 2010
- Long time no post…Three cuts from Phronemophobia April 17, 2010
- Kill Television! December 24, 2009
- The Cut of Your Gib October 25, 2009
- Don’t Blame Me October 25, 2009
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