DIGit of the Day: DROPKICK MURPHY’S MEANEST OF TIMES

Before I heap the praise and the 'wow this shit is fun' I need to thanks Ben of the Terrorfakts for giving me this album, otherwise I might have skipped over this beast. SO you see friends of my world don't share needles share loud Irish punk music instead. OK that's enough of that on too the album and heap o praise.




Where to begin, Ok lets start with the facts then run deep with the glories!
Firstly there is 15 tracks on this CD with most songs hovering around the 3 minute mark. It came out in the later half of 2007 and has done a wonderful job on the charts, well wonderful for a Bostonian punk band with tin whistles and bagpipes.

Out of the 15 tracks assembles I would say 5 are near perfect in their driven duty, my favorites and I believe they are obvious ones:

God Willing
State of Massachusetts
Fairmount Hill
Loyal to No one
Johnny I hardly New Ya


The finest gem has to be Flannigans Ball.
This is such a brutal track that plays like a cross between a jig and a freight train. The lyrics remind me of what could have been written by Nick Cave on a ton a speed and Red Bull. What is most notable about this song is the guest vocal spots are done by the brilliant and undeniably talented Spider Tracy from the Pogues and a sad reminder of the late and great singer of the Dubliners Ronnie Drew.

This albums main story anchor is that of home, loss of friends and violence as a fact of life. This album makes me want to drink a barrel of Guinness and swear at the moon. Which I would say that any album that can make ya want to do that is a fucken treasure. So take my advice and please make today the day you listen to it. Here is a sweet sweet find on youtube

DIGit of the Day: THE REAL NICK CAVE!

Everyone changes, everyone. Now some do it for the best. learning, growing and becoming their truer selves some call this maturity. Fine. Now come to understand as well we are not all created equal, never happened never will this can not be argued we are not born on the same footing with the same capacity of knowledge we are in an essence unique lil snowflakes. Some are just more intricate and have a lasting impression. again fine. With these 2 absolutes in mind Nick Cave was a cold icy bitch who knew he was better then you. Fine. Nick Cave created some of the best most honest and intense music, capable of unmasking every pretender. I wlll not rattle off his discography, there is no need for example if you don't know by now just stop reading and turn on the Hills I think someone is gossiping about their frenemies.

I do have a point and I am about to arrive on top of it. Nick Cave please retire you are pulling a fucken Lucas. Just go away unplug the microphone, stop pretending you know how to play the guitar like Madonna and on the way out please do me a favor kill Warren Ellis and his pseudo-arty bullshit masturbation BLixa wannabe ass.

Where does this hate come from, well it comes from the heart and the still disquiet of seeing this sad shadow of a once great man fuck up his own songs his damn legacy live on stage just the other day. Oh it couldnt be that bad, well lovers of mediocrity and apologists listen their is no middle ground and he played like a washed up old man worried about how he is gonna pay off his kids college tuition and not his next fix. You see I remember this band not so long ago drive my inspiration to do great things to repel off of life's great sorrows now his last few albums make me want to wear skinny ties and white sneakers and complain about our President while I create subversive black and white grainy art that only I can understand. Well fuck that noise. And sadly Fuck you Nick Cave for becoming a pussy amongst pussies. Well I still have fro all time all his real work like: Your Funeral My Trail, Henry's Dream, Good Son, From Her to Eternity, Kicking against the Pricks well everything up to and not including Nocturama.

We will never see his kind again, not wih the state of decline that we are going through, and maybe we don't deserve it either. Oh well I am listening to Henry's Dream right now and sadly for every one of me 20 are listening to Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!.

DIGit of the Day: The Cure's Pornography

So last night I am djing to a crowd of 10 people, which was fine actually a good thing. Why is that ever a good thing ...well for leaps of faiths and the freedom to say well why the fuck not. I got to play some stuff I haven't played in forever the undancable undesirable the 'sniff' unloved.
So as me and V are trading back and forth, I decide to go into my deep dark bag of angst and I pull out Strange Days off of Pornography. As I hear the first lick of dirgy goodness I remember why this album is so important. Pornography is the celebration of bleak utter super despair, it is truly an unashamed masterpiece from the first freaking song to the very end. I am listening to it right now as I write this and celebrating my dark mood and I am enjoying it so very much, the album as well as my bad mood. If you have the album and I know you must listen to it today from first song to the last, if anyone disturbs you while it is playing - stick a fork in their crotch, they will leave you alone after that...trust me.

In conclusion Is this the best Cure album...I am gonna say yes, a hard yes but it must be said as good as faith or Disintegration or Wish is this album set the tone for the Cure as we know them.


1. One Hundred Years
2. Short Term Effect, A
3. Hanging Garden, The
4. Siamese Twins
5. Figurehead, The
6. Strange Day, A
7. Cold
8. Pornography

DIGit OF THE DAY: New Model Army

Beware all false pretenders to the throne, here there be blue blooded bastards. Welcome Todays Ass Kickers: New Model Army. Led by fire driven Justin Sullivan, NMA have blazed a trail through multiple decades never conceding or laying down their founding principles. NMA are rebel upstarts one part Punk one part goth and one part neither. Musically they are solid and lyrically razor sharp. There is a quality and timelessness to their style and message with their hearts firmly pinned to their sleeves they have never given up but rushed headlong into the fray regardless of number or weapon.

Please for the sake of your persons listen without fear, just drown in the sounds of true brilliance. They are on the top of my list of bands that should have made it big time but alas proper dentistry and the unwillingness to play nice has put a paid to mass-appeal. Here are some choice tracks for your benefit. Enjoy fully:

White Coats (Live Mera Luna - Listen carefully the high pitch scream is coming from me)


Grean & Grey


Island


I love The World


Get Me Out

Shudder except to Growl

Shudder except to growl
by chance no chance
this will be a little kindness
in return for poison
On further past the nettles and punctured spleens

Extravagances of time circulating and performing desperate acts
seeks the wave and not the ledge
and what of the horizon be it any other color save your own
for a jagged piece of simple truth
a dagger a cup and the cruelties of unfortunates

On to land and not to take the bleakest sip
to higher ground and yes to look down with sympathy and despair
to spite an angel a devil must be born
on halves of have nots and whispers like rehearsed static
ask for nothing for sake of change no change

What of grace and the fleeting glimpse sometimes promised
of the far way and enviable times not so wretched and despised
It is past due and properly so
lest to whither untouched on the vein of understanding
Penance by none save the guilty

self imposed little cataract
with the fury marking ground so groundless
in regard to none but the soiled and burden
Eager clippings and desperate lunges
I wish you a better vantage point

The luxury of the damned is knowing it justly so
what of time and its sister memory
what is your motives and the true story behind
all lingers afoul and screams of fashion not fault
fickle is the base of the baseless

So through the wooded grey
meets the vertical aligned of substance and real
a morsel of dignity offered to the cruel and bloated
it is with pity and loss not hate or derision
in respect all things must be ordered to be attained

DIGit OF THE DAY: Lacrimas Profundere!

I Have been flirting with this band for years, never really sure If I liked them or loved them. Its that strange ass hybrid of Metal and Goth which tend to make all the artists sound like the same damn band most of the time. I am a lyric whore and dammit I do prefer a guitar over a synth any-day. With this band you get both, plus the added bonus of a brand new singer and guitarist! I must say they stole my respect and my love at Mera Luna giving a brilliant show and walking a great line between Goth and Rock. Sadly there isnt much with the new singer as of yet. In the mean time try some of this on see if it fits.

Should



My Velvet Little Darkness


Love Her On Knees

DIGit OF THE DAY: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

From the Man who brought you the best in Television (Firefly ...duh) comes this very weird blog which is part musical and part soap opera but all funny. Please check it out, you will not be disappointed!


Act 1



Act 2


Act 3

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En masse swarm the horror hard hardly thankful
The greatest leveler, bring your best and brightest
through desert through freeway through the red white and green of America
Moses si si
So much laughter sorry I don't understand
So many babies crawling through the walls
clicking cracking smoking barrio bargains
All the drugs wont cure what ails ya
now the sunsets for all time and Rome has been sacked again
So much laughter and I don't understand
But my babies got their Mtv
and all the magazines they can skim through
We do not need a country when we got hollywood
we dont need no God when we got celebrity
Sorry so sorry we did the best we could
dont blame me and dont blame Che
So much Laughter I still cant understand
everyone walks dead and speaks only noise
oh well we tried our best
now we can close our eyes and let our neighbors drive for awhile
when they burn the flag they don't mean me
when they speak of the stupid Americans they don't mean me
So much Laughter I still cant understand
over and under the walls, what walls what walls
wave after wave day after day si si
pick that bone clean
The despoiler and the spoiled
Flava flav and a shot of rape
good for you you earned it all
sorry I just don't get the joke
so sorry I got to go
this is all a lil to vulgar, but no worries
the best and brightest will hold you close
crushed under the waves of open legs and exploding swarms of over eager wombs
lights out until we understand
Onwards to the maximum end

BUSY BEE - THE RETURN!

What A Mad Sexy Night at Underworld. Audiophile brutally murdered the dance floor. Like a bezerker teddy Bear with a thirst for blood. Not doing so bad myself either along with Bride and Stephen we fortified the night with enough mayhem and bliss to kill a small hipster, no one got pictures of that right.

So Friday is here and along comes Straynoise with a cadre of cybertastic DJs out to give aural pleasure. Come tonight get drunk and dance your asses off!




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DIGit of the Day

Everyone should own at least one album. I am in the DL mood at the moment so all day assume that wherever you are or whatever your doing I am listening to Deine Lakaien. Here is one of my favorite tracks: Over and Done



And now the same song live and done paired down:



Enjoy

Montreal A BANG BANG

Man has legs that means we are mobile we have a brain that means we have independent steering from birth. It used to be a person would never leave a mile radius from where he was born, this sounds incredible now but it is true. I have always felt and will keep on feeling that one of the best things a person can do in their life is travel, go out and get lost. A mind put into turmoil is an active mind, one that can not reason with familiar surrounds. I have been fortunate enough to expand my rather smaller serfling world. My scope has been getting larger and larger soon I will be skinny dipping with polar bears and picnicking with the penguins :)but first our lovely neighbors must deal with me and my own! First there is Kinetik!

Kinetik 08

Here is the deal load up a van Friday Morning at 9am load it up with Mandana, Craig, Jeff, Tom, Xris and your truely Sean. Now get on the highway and travel 6 hours across the border into Canada, and not get arrested or at the very least killed. Done...Now Locate hotel Holiday Inn Express (Poor Stupid Bastards)



Ok checked it, drop off bags ...need booze. Ok not to sound dicky but its me so deal: Montreal sucks at booze. No top or Middle shelf no beer at all, a choice of 4 beers through out and its all shit. Ok we can deal we are strong we are viking wargods far from home.

I have come to realize this about Goths of the male persuasion - we are so freakin gay getting dressed! Fighting for mirror space, asking how things look over and over and the preening dear god the preening. Still the end result is acceptable and after a few beers and some vodka we have assembled and readied quickly after drive we get to Kinetik in time for some more drinks at the bar, very weak except the everyone loves this lychee drink its like a smirnoff ice put with that hippy edge. As a thinking animal we learn to sneak in our own - Vodka is clear like water :). Now I want this to be a lesson to all Montreal Powernoize festivals - stock the bar proper and give value for the dollar and we wont have to resort to this!

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The Case of the Invisable Blogger

I have been gnawing on the idea of transgressions and boundaries, rights and entitlement. A small part of this mass is I feel that one can never escape the greed or encroachment of others. That rules and law do not apply but rather all is just a working perception or flexible rule. It is by will alone that law will bend too, it is by the lack of ego that will enslave a person or bind his spirit to another. I mean there are no real boundaries or true sense of self save for the hyper-aware, but even that is not necessarily the case. Psycho-babble at 11:00 am is a great thing. But my point is nothing belongs to us, nothing stays and nothing should be mourned for its departure. We take in the strength and to an extent also inherit the weakness as well. It is the body collective which actually make up the identity of the individual. In that every person to some degree is responsible for most of my actions or even philosophies. Free will is just a longer tether. What is on the other-side of the leash is a mass of energy and noise that has filtered through us since birth or even earlier if you want to debate the first second of life. We will walk into the sun naked and alone, and always unsure and always with regret. But that is it for today my singular idea of ownership versus the singular entity.

Double DIGit of the Day

Since it has been awhile and since I am hung over and in a mood for the Macabre. Allow me the privilege to present today's multi-sensory fun. First one of my favorite movies from one of my favorite authors about the best haunted house:

LEGEND OF HELL HOUSE

I don't remember the first time I saw this but I know I was young and I know that I ate this up big time, and I even have the original movie poster, which I think is such a great piece of art (see above courtesy of Mandana)

Next is related in regard to almost every song uses samples taken directly from the movie and is really more of a soundtrack to a scary movie then anything else:

Skinny Puppy - Bites

A Plea to all Serial Killers - Do some good as well

Taking a life fundamentally is wrong, I do believe life is sacred and once it is taken can not be returned. So a murder is a great, huge big sin and a murderer a very big sinner. However if you are gonna mutilate, kill or even eat people. if there is no talking you out of it. Let me please direct you to Celebrities and spoiled rich camera loving book hating wastes of life.

Terrorists, you are an obscene and despicable creation but if you are gonna scare a group of people into giving into your wishes go for their idols go celebrity. We as a society have degenerated or de-evolved into a pack of worshipping groveling sheeple who think the cult of personality is the same as having a real talent. It seems people like Flava Flav or any loud mouth retard that speaks 20 decibels above what's needed can service mankind best by taking the bullet, bowing out and going deep deep into that goodnight. For any movement if you want the best bang for your cause how about the Oscars? Where beautiful self loving over paid cue card reading simps give each other awards while pretending to have nothing but disdain for the camera when in actuality it is a freaking drug to these over-valued people.

In a land where we are force fed entertainment as church and actors and celebrities as living deities, what does that say about you or me. Since we can not stop this juggernaut, maybe we can scare the would be waitresses and car-attendants from sucking that producers dick so we might have one less George Clooney or Gwynth Paltrow. In this I do believe the end would justify the means. and if we can take out a few reality stars and actors this would most assuredly put us a few rungs higher on the ladder of life.

So this is just an idea, think it over Mr. Serial Killer or Terrorist, in a divine karmic kind of sense this would make your name just as famous and you would be doing the world a great big favor. So next time you see that lonely hitch-hiker or unattended toddler, just walk right on by and head straight to Hollywood. I would really appreciate it.

Absolute FUCK YOU

Asking every American to wake up from your media comas and ban the purchase or drinking of Absolut, fuck them and fuck anyone who supports them

Monday Musings, creeds and decries

Mine shall not stutter, it is a continuous human echoing absolute
geared up and timed to the pulse of heaven and fueled on the molten hate of hell
Smoke in mouth and tied in leather and grasping the invisible
no half sips of the kind taste of king beggar and madman
Life out of the reflective gloaming
gulping deep from the font and the sacred screed
Hand to the eternal one chosen king God and thy name is Jesus

Without falter or fail
through the maws of regret and grand sorrow
the bleak is pronounced and all to human
with wild thought and mortality winking back
with all to many voices and nothing truly said
with every disgusted gesture and eager vanity
the sweet sting like nothing else, though all to familiar

My dear infernal creation
damp and weighted by the half hearts and grazing mouths
stilted attempts stabbing n the dark
I defy you and I am better
keep talking

DIGit of the Day

The Smiths - The Queen is Dead

This album should have been proof to the world that The Smiths were not only talented and capable but also should be regarded as one of the best damn bands of all times right up there with the crusty old pop has-beens like The Beatles and Rolling Stones. Wait scratch that rather they should have been proof of that sometimes hype is just hot air and that the real substance like the Smiths are never dated and are constantly relative and engaging. The Queen is Dead is an album that every few years I fall in love with all over again. Today the affair starts once again.

Corvidae and the brilliant high

molding this mess of of a beast into something, what I have no idea only the God knows now

So the eye is but a myth and its perception is dream
hollowed out by the living glory from the center
working its feeder to the clean save for the lingering strings too resilient to give up the ghost
Did we forget our true inheritors
All is carrion and below, so we sew separate seeds to the hunger of the wind
blood is not as thick and we are drunk on the last real man
Raise the carrion crow and tie him to the burning heart of Jesus
with the appearance of a sky not red enough
the hesitation of a desperate man born of no woman
whipped and brutal feral and morose
lest we shiver and feed the murder
lest we lie down and are fed as we once fed
the bluest black sharp and its bite as razor can not
to dart left and leap downward drawn faithfully to the divine dish
of human make be it dream all dream
polished fine and decked out dirty and straight
such seamless smoke and the heart pumping liquer lighted linger
so much for goodbyes all can not be contained as delicatly as this
bubbles were meant to be popped as all virgins pinned
bloodied and wrecked so tender the scalping of moonight
Only for the Corvidae a crown
brother to the base equalizer earthborn and eternal
No dawn shall interrupt this or grace a short visit
anywhere is nowhere now a string of spittle on the lips of Mórrígan
High destroyer worshipped in secret a billion sacrificial progeny never enough
our green mistress of rape and laughter spoiling for a split second
burnt deep underground here is Fulacht na Mór Ríoghna
and all shall be served as just deserts and all is brought to absolute bone

No society shall be clean of brutal repair
no wealth can bribe an escape the gasp and the fettered torrent
How bitter is the fruit without first the cultivating seed
head and devices shamed and fixated on its own irregularity
its unfolded and shiftless tools working toward the majestic gape
It is further along and closer to the mark
it gaze always sure
the keen sense of the precious meat and its stuttering pulse wrecked and fetal
hovering ever closer with every unsure beat closer still
blacker then any other thing breathing
first blush corrupted and leaking the lasting
















Corvidae and the brilliant high

DIGit of the Day

Sisters of Mercy - Floodland


Who can mistake the power and thoughtfulness of this album. Is it a classic, yes it is truly and absolutely. From the start of Dominion/Mother Russia to the final refrain of Colours. This album is wide open and strong. Each song is related to the next in its focus and message and what is the message. Pure Nihilism and End of Days - pure Rapture and pure Goth. If this is not in your music collection you might want to ask yourself some serious question regarding your reason for breathing.

BUSY WEEKEND - YES

Monday is only good for reflection, you cant start anything earth shattering. Despite popular belief it isn't even the first day of the week, which makes it number two and that it is. So how was my weekend. busy very busy.

Friday was Paradise lost, thus another chance too prove my DJ worth, and fuck it all if I didn't. I went of the reservation a bit and played mostly aggro electronic melodies which would live most comfortable in a machine press or a Toyota assembly line. Did I have fun yes, did I spin until 5am just about. Did I wake up at 9:30 the next morning to play Paint-ball in New Jersey. Yes I did. Was my first time in camouflage and with a paint-ball gun and face-mask. I was delirious and in need of sleep. We played til 4am getting n around 6 games and we had a blast. Its a lovely change to get outside into nature and stretch the ol' body and shoot people with paint. Dinner on the way home and lost a bet about Noah doing his daughters... it was his daughters in Law. So good job Liz and Happy Birthday John.

Getting home around 8pm between getting lost and traffic was a journey that truly had me thinking of poor Odysseus and making a comparison. Took an hour nap then went over to Francine's birthday Party at her friends house down on Pearl St. Strange thing was this it was my old bosses apartment weird coincidence. Had a great time its nice to these people outside of a club. Good vibe fun time. Left around 2:30 then went to Pyramid for the last hour and danced to synth-pop and 80's music. Home and sleep up and Brunch at Smoke, In mad pain due to Paint-ball but we endeavor lest we become less then ourselves.

Now here I am at work at 10:30 in the morning questioning all the futile ministrations and machinations all these important rushes that need to get done and for what why? But what makes me different then the liberal unshaven scum that tend to live in the same area of Brooklyn, you know who you are. I accept full responsibility for everything that is called my life. No one has to be anywhere they don't have to be and what we do with our time is just that our time and therefore our responsibility. So this is why I cant hate Mtv or any Government because its not there job to care about our singular being. I guess you can say by this reasoning I hate locally and not globally. Have an average Monday.

SO THE WORK BEGINS - WHY DO I DO THIS?

Here is an honest answer to a very good question. Why do I spend my time hatching ideas, creating clubs and spinning music on my time away from work? This is time I can use constructively. I can be studying, teach myself a language and becoming more marketable in the workforce. Why fritter my time and energy on something that wont make me money will not make a dent in the jaded NYC 'scene' so why for the love of God?

It does so excite me and gets my adrenaline flowing the fear of failure is a wonderful inducive a true aphrodisiac. Creatively pumping out the art work and honing what skills I need to bring all to fruition. Be it with the challenges and limitation I set for myself with The Red Party or Salvation as bad as it can be it can be twice of fun. Wish me luck as I jump into the pirahnna bowl once more and try to throw yet another ass kicking party!

IT IS NOW

Welcome

WHAT AM I TO DO!

NEW MODEL ARMY TONIGHT - FUCK!

Digit of the Day

Clan of Xymox

Was gonna do Medusa which is I think a better album, but I said fuck that. This album is great and deseving of today's attention.

And here is one of the coolest videos of one of my favorite Xymox songs.


Muscoviet Musquito

The Last Home

A poem that I spit out about a month ago, going to expand and expound pound upon it, I like it alot so far.

The Last Home

Please allow me to disavow
To be taken and no longer to lead
It is my breath, my last home
A tale no longer desired or never more to be told
It is the shivering mortality
A failed leap of humainity
I must never pardon in life what cannot be pardoned in death

Waiting for the return of mad Ozymandias
less to stop the symptoms of man less to impede
nemesis time and its bloody claws and tooth
stained spit gristle and pulp
let it all end or nothing at all
a greater blackness a faster fate
let us not pretend infinite
Sin not so sinister secretly sliding off the backs of the desperate

Into known places in respectable distances to the body
A better union stutters and moves freely without design without grace without God
Hollowed praise for selfish ends,
we wait on seizures sainted and drunk heavily on the milk of good fortune
Second handed handshake with a knife eagerly awaiting its spotlight
To its fall is a human kindness welcomed

Now onto the matchstick throne, grand poser and punctual to the need
this is for us who toil in the light to king make the fools who skulk in the shade
dare you to comprehend and all talk must stop now
and fall back to the mend
none for graces saved to follow
the sound of the falling thirty to echo linger
I cannot see the end of it all

Brought back to the starless womb uncertain of the grand intent
Desire the darkest thoughts, sexless and without teeth
A speedier end a welcoming for all end time come
Cemented a compact unholy and wholly willing
and to tender my thought, a waiting world no longer lit

Anoint another whose life is less then my own
it is the worthless and profane whom we shall gift and mantle
more inhuman in its humanity
exquisite in its corpulent shift
a garden of excessive successive
Our Gods are rotted and venereal in there intent
A single twitch will claim you impotent

Hail and all are pardoned in the last home
A keyless door free of latch or terror bolt
A Slower poison and words are all broken and swallowed
Hail the warmth of hearth truer then fire truer then the sun
A merciful lapse of reason breeds eternity to a sliver of instant
You will deny yourself what you have always craved, for what other must talk to drown out what others have stole
A reminder of the true sacrifice, you no longer can believe in God

And we shall never look again at the true face, the singular truth
We will not miss it, we will never claim it even in its memory
A last linger and futile grasping what we know must be lost to the greed of mediocrity
A passion for the passionless a spine for the frog prince
With canker encrusted scepter all must be barred then turned to dust
Let us be away and look for truth, no more words in the last home

- still working out the bullshit to get to the truth

Digit of the Day

Einstuerzende Neubauten - Alles Wieder Offen

The Newest album by the Germanic Noise Monster Einstürzende Neubauten. The album is more refined and less of a barage and more of a beast in slumber. It is closely linked I would say to Silence is Sexy then Halber Mensch. I enjoy this album immensely and can not stress the impoirtance of this band that has maintained its relevance for so very long. I have been listening to this machine since high school, I should say cominng to terms with it. There is so many sides to E.N. that you never know where its gonna land, and I respect them so much for that. Long live Blixa and E.N.

Title: The Horrible mishappen wreck or My life with Tuesday

There is nothing more hopeless then Tuesday, you see Monday can not hide the truth of itself. It is an Infernal genesis or the weekend stealer. We know the moster fully and unashamed. Tuesday is cloaked in sincerity and promise. Tuesday promotes itself as the non-Monday but it is worse for rather be on the first or the last step of a journey not the second or third. With Monday you can create a feel or an idea that carries through, Tuesday you can not create a damn thing, not a damn thing at least Wednesday is called hump-day so it has that going for it.

DIGIT O' THE DAY

The Essensial Pogues

Yeah I know it is such an obvious and boring choice, well fuck it. I am a huge fan and it is St. Patricks day so lets just run with it ok.

Happy St. Patrick's Week

To take pride in the Irish is the same as taking pride in America. Our closest brother to the East, Ireland has weathered too many storms and always came out grinning. From well before the time of the mass exodeus during the Great famine the Irish have been coming here not just for mere refuge or shelter, but as builders and law-makers. St. Patrick though the patron saint of Ireland his day is more a celebration of the relationship between these two great empires. Yes Ireland is an empire in so much as its roots and its contribution run so very deep in the Worlds pysche that to call it anything less is to do a great diservice to all nations.

I look forward today to drowning deep in my Irish blood, to look backward in wonder at such an epic history and again look forward at the glorious future and its people who through the most dire of all tests came back and asked for a second and third and maybe a shot on the side.

God in all his greatness chosen to create the Irish, the Irish in all their wisdom let him. Wishing all the Lovers of the Green a mad and beautiful day the rest can go to hell. Happy St. Patricks and long live the Irish.

Póg ma thoin

Sean Robert Cornelius O'Connor

One of my Heroes Michael Collins

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Click to Buy

It was close but Tender Prey has won out over Henry's Dream, but just barely. I can still remember the first time I purchased this album at a now gone record store on St. Marks. This album is solid and divine in all aspects. Its dirty and religious at the same time, this is The best Bad Seed line up also and if one has there choice DO NOT BUY THE NEWEST DRECK, GET THIS ONE INSTEAD.

Bloodlines

1946 - Francis Bacon

Sometimes people get lost and I dont mean in the emotional sense but in the actual phsyical sense. People fall off the map only to reappear again at the most difficult times. Never to say that any re-emergence is bad or taken as anything other then a gift. Odd is the word Family it is a large tent that can mean so many things to so many people.

So another morning and another breakfast. I am cutting down on food again, there no real need to eat unless absolutley neccasary. I think some fruit and my deathly black coffee should do just nice. Hot Bitter Liquid Doom.

Today is defiantly a Nick Cave day, there can be no doubt. The music is just floating over me right. Which album? odd I say album I wonder if people younger then myself ever say that or is it just CD. Funny thing is I never bought albums I was on the cusp of cassette to CD, any yet its my chosen nomenclature. Still bravo to Vinyl a format long since disregarded by the mainstream yet survived its replacement. Still which album should be the chosen arc of the day?

Francis Bacon

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Wumpscut: Bone Peeler
Mostly abused by most rivetheads, I find it a nice in-between album. That means it isn't aggro for the sake of it but tries to delve in and out of other territories in spite of the listener. Props to Rudy for not playing it safe. Its worth the Lmt. Edition for the very good remixes.

A Thursday is Just a Whore craddling the Backside of Friday

Bonus Oriens, Just got into work. A bit late indeed, however I refused to rush myself in preparation for today's melee. recieved my new headphones last night as well as some books. Its always fun to come home to packages, there is to a less degree a sense of Christmass. Below is a list of items:

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Lords of the New Church - Just what I needed today.

A Lil chuckle

Arthur Guinness, August Busch, and Pete Coors were sitting in a bar. Mr Bush orders a Bud, and Mr. Coors orders a Silver Bullet. Guinness orders a Coke, and the other two simply stare at him. Taking a sip, he says, "What? If you guys aren't going to drink, neither am I!"

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Todays Musical Choice comes from the post apocolyptic neo folk sounds of Spiritual Front. I suggest it warmly with a side of Coil or Sol Invictus.

The Devil you know...

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Much like our bedeviled Ichabod I too feel its hot breath on my back, everywhere I go, it seems to follow me and stick to me like some fanatical loathsome sore.

What shall I get for Breakfast?


Answer:
Egg, Cheese and bacon on a roll with hot sauce and a side of potatoes. Large Coffee. If people think this too extreme for breakfast, please take into consideration I do not eat for the rest of the day, so dont judge to harshly.

Oh how the Mighty have..sniff ... fallen

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In my mind Nick Cave disappeared around 1994, just vanished in thin air. This ensured his perfect record and never would I have heard this piece of shit passed off as music. This Album should be avoided not even listened too for bleak curiosity. It is the lowest form of crap. Please understand I say this with sadness not joy, in a world deprived of real guts or talent we need him more now then ever and what does he do..what he gets old and phones in this piece of putrid refuse along with the worst line up of 'Bad Seeds' ever. They should be lost in the Andes like a fucken soccer team.

The Answer is...

Eggs (scrambled), 2 hash browns and a chocolate croisaint with a lg coffee light and sweet just like me!

Oh Leo hold me!

How Was My Weekend?

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You tell me

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Its like the Titanic but gayer

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If there is a Heaven half these people arent gonna see it!
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Ich Will Ein Berliner

Matter doesn't Matter

Just testing out this new flickr feature, lets see if this could be deemed worthy or as a fail.

At work right now alone its 9:50am and I want to get breakfast at the lodge. But now for the all encompassing dilema what should I eat! bagel ..no eggs ..no maybe an omlette with a cup of tea or just some melon. I guess the answer will have to be one decided on the spot, fear not soldiers of knowledge I will come back with the answer in which we all are consumed by!