The amount of people who seem genuinely angry that I don’t know the difference between an AK-47 & a M16 is staggering. Stop frothing at the mouth you fucking war pigs!
It has quite a few years since Toronto’s Broken Social Scene has given their fans a studio album. With their much ballyhooed 2010 release, Forgiveness Rock Record, a kindler, gentler, BSS is handing out hugs of forgiveness like a, what exactly? Like a grownup? The lyrics of “Texico Bitches” seems to hang onto the anger and disillusionment oft associated with Rock and Roll (the word “bitches” gets repeated a dozen times), even if the melody evokes rainbow roller coasters, cotton candy and carousels. -Davis Fleetwood
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it’s not easy being green, everyone is doing it,
Whuat? Ima hear tu amuze u? & song of the day
Warning: violent. Portions of this video are difficult to watch.
There is the tried and true Madonna approach to drumming up pre-album release buzz: tits and ass, and hot lesbian action, and now comes the M.I.A. approach. If you thought M.I.A. would seek universal pop acceptance following her massive “Paper Planes” ride, think again. The video made for her single Born Free a borrows heavily from the absurdist elements of the Dr. Seuss’ cold war allegory, The Butter Battle Book, violently re-imagining the Palestinian-Israeli conflict (?) set in a futuristic USA where fair-skinned red-heads are the enemy. -Davis Fleetwood
You know, if I am going to be honest, this song is way up my “most played” on my itunes. True. Like that old Sesame Street game, “which one of these things does not look like the other” this song sits way up top with The Flaming Lips, Fugazi, John Coltrane, & DJ Shadow. Perhaps it is because I worked as a high school teacher just outside of D.C. years ago and was exposed to “Go-Go”, or perhaps (now as a resident of the northeast) on those winter days when I was forced to run inside on a treadmill, it was this song, more than any other, that got me to run that extra mile.
P.S.- I am dragging my fat ass through the Providence Marathon this Sunday.
Thank you Amerie.
Woke up with this song in my head this morning. Why wax nostalgic for a post grunge and pre 9-11 time? Shit, we were wearing the clothes that hipsters buy at thrift stores now and wear ironically. Does that make me old? I’ll tell you this: One of the best shows I have ever seen was Pavement in San Francisco back in 1996. That make me 107 years old. Pavement is playing together again this summer. I think I’ll join my fellow geriatrics and catch them one last time.
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