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Thursday, January 08, 2004



‘An optimist is a misguided pessimist’

Theo Maassen – Dutch comedian


‘All I can say is that in this era of modernity. The current message has been deleted. Any sound can be you. It is through the mix and all that it entails-the re-configuration of ethnic, national, and sexual identity- that humanity will, hopefully, move into another era of social evolution. I can only hope that the world can shift into this new matrix without too much disruption. The other options: genocide, intercine ethnic strife and warfare, the complete destruction of the environment, and the creation of a permanent underclass that doesn’t have access to technology, are what the future holds if humanity can’t come to grips with these new and explosive forces technology has released in us all.’

Paul D.Miller
A.K.A. DJ Spooky- Spatial Engineer of the Invisible City


2004- Inside the glimpse- Panning memory across the first week- A new Gymnasium- reminiscent of the old- Unter is over- Building on top of the building- Getting in on the game- negotiating my first entente – Discarding long held assumptions- of women and their feline ways – Time is a surgeon – already cutting away at the block- Advancing into new realms of photography- molding the clay – challenging perceptive objectivity- This year is tied to the cause – Reapproval of Bad News– Lager- Black & White-Gridlock & Discovery-Transformation and the Bizarre- Cutting through the sleaze- buying extra time in the Cubicle- Meeting the enchantress- A return to luxury- and ignoring it- Biedermeier and floral designs revisited-Green-and purple walls- The demise of privacy-A new meter for Simplicity- Fake Café- the Balaclava and the Veil- 8 days on super-neutral- Medium drunk- The eldest brother- The youngest child-

This is my Roll call of the visionaries- 8 acts caught in a time conundrum



I pulled up behind a Cadillac;
We were waiting for the light;
And I took a look at his license plate-
It said ‘JUST ICE.’
Is Justice just ice?
Governed by greed and lust?
Just the strong doing what they can
And the weak suffer what they must?
And the gas leaks,
And the oil pills,
And sex sells everything.
And sex kills...
Sex kills...

Doctors’ pills give you brand new ills.
And the bills bury you like an avalanche,
And lawyers haven’t been this popular
Since Robespierre slaughtered half of France!
And Indian chiefs with their old beliefs know
The balance is undone-crazy icons-
You can feel it out in traffic;
Evryone hates everyone!
And the gas leaks,
And the oil spills,
And sex sells everything.
And sex kills.
Sex kills...
Sex kills

And all the jackoffs at the office
The rapist in the pool
Oh and the tragedies in the nurseries-
Little kids packin’ guns to scholl
The ulcerated ozone
These tumors of the skin-
This hostile sun beatin’ down on
This massive mess we’re in!
And the gas leaks,
And the oil spills,
And sex sells everything.
And sex kills.
Sex kills...
Sex kills...
Sex kills...
Sex kills...


Joni Mitchell – TURBULENT INDIGO – 1994 Reprise Records



Are we still on the phone
With the Lady Anna Clarke
And her triumphant solo
Whose ghost sings for pay
In the blue billiard room of Monterey
For room and for board
And the backdoor key is a
19th century civil war sword
Once owned by John Booth
Who misplaced his script
When he caught his leather boot
And this could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
There’s a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone
He’s a sittin’ clown at city hall
The police they peek thru there
And they watch you get dressed
In the two-way mirror
But it’s all in good spirits
And if you close your eyes
Ya can’t help
But to here ‘em November
And this could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse
Who carried King Tut
And his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer
From a heat stroke
Somewhere in the east Village
Oh it kills me to think
That I’m no longer living
Just looking for excuses to drink
So lift up your glass
And your Ouija board
‘Cause I’m fading fading
Fading fast
And this could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine


FUZZY - Grant Lee Buffalo – 1993 Slash records



Coo coo it’s cold outside. Coo coo it’s cold outside.
Ooo coo coo. Don’t forget your mittens.

Hey Pal! How do I get to town from here?
And he said: Well just take a right where
They’re going to build that new shopping mall,
Go straight past where they’re going to put in the freeway,
Take a left at what’s going to be the new sports center,
And keep going until you hit the place where
They’re thinking of building that drive-in bank.
You can’t miss it. And I said: This must be the place.

Ooo coo coo. Golden cities. Golden towns.
Golden cities. Golden towns.
And long cars in long lines and great big signs
And they all say: Hallelujah. Yodellayheehoo
Every man for himself. Ooo coo coo.
Golden cities. Golden towns. Thanks for the ride.

Big Science. Hallelujah. Big Science. Yodellayheehoo.

You know. I think we should put some mountains here.
Otherwise, what are the characters going to fall off of?
And what about stairs? Yodellayheehoo. Ooo coo coo.

Here’s a man who lives a life of danger.
Everywhere he goes he stays-a stranger.
Howdy stranger/. Mind if I smoke? And he said:
Every man, every man for himself.
Every man, every man for himself.
All in favor say eye.

Big Science. Hallelujah. Big Science. Yodellayheehoo.

Hey Professor! Could you turn off the lights?
Let’s roll the film.

Big Science. Hallelujah.
Every man, every man for himself.
Big Science. Hallelujah. Yodellayheehoo.


Laurie Anderson – BIG SCIENCE - 1982 Warner Brothers



Yeah. Gotta get me some, gotta get me instant gratification.
Gimme new kicks, won’t you show me new tricks without the ramifications.
Give it a try, don’t be shy. Well you know you might like it.
Never been to keen a timekeeper but I’m a pure new pleasure seeker.
All the way from Venus. Invading from Mars.
Don’t let it come between us. It’s written in the stars.
Save me from fading afraid. The tears of a fool on parade.
Quietly turn into stone. Make me flesh and bone.
Well come on, Oh. You know that you want it now.
Well come on, yeah. You know that you want it and how.
Stimulation in body and cell. For the good and the misguided.
Desperation I’m under your spell. Misunderstood and derided.
Speculation, they kiss and they tell. Misjudged and misquoted.
Fell into the abyss. I must have wanted this. Another myth exploded.
Take a weight of your mind. Trust the voice of experience.
I’ll tell you little white lies. Viva indifference.
Stoke up the fire I’m all you require.
They won’t set you alight. Come and live your desire.
Come make me whole. Body and soul. Come make me… YEAH.
Well come on, oh, oh, oh. You know that you want it now.
Well come on, oh, oh. You know that you want it and how.


Moloko – THINGS TO MAKE AND DO - 2000 Echo records



Everybody knows that the dice are loaded.
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed.
Everybody knows that the war is over.
Everybody knows the good guys lost.
Everybody knows the fight was fixed;
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich.
That’s how it goes. Everybody knows.

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking.
Everybody wants a box the captain lied.
Everybody got this broken feeling
like their father or their dog just died.

Everybody talking to their pockets.
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
and a long stem rose.
Everybody knows.

Everybody knows that you love me, baby.
Everybody knows that you really do.
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful,
Give or take a night or two.
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet,
But there were so many people you just had to
meet without your clothes.
And everybody knows.

And everybody knows that its now or never.
Everybody knows that its me or you.
And everybody knows that you live forever
When you’ve done a line or two.
Everybody knows the deal is rotten.
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton for your
Ribbons and bows.
And everybody knows.

Everybody knows that the Plague is coming.
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast.
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman-
Just a shining artifact of the past.
Everybody knows the scene is dead.
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed that
Will disclose what everybody knows.

And everybody knows that you’re in trouble.
Everybody knows what you’ve been through,
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu.
Everybody knows its coming apart take one look at
this Sacred Heart before it blows.
Everybody knows.


Leonard Cohen – I’M YOUR MAN -1988 CBS Records



Someone and Someone were down by the pond
Looking for something to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I’m sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on
The road
They’re bringing me presents and saying hello.
Singing Words-Words between the lines of age
If I was a junkman selling you cars.
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would
It seem?
Living in castles a bit of a time
The King started laughing and talking
In rhyme
Singing Words-Words between the lines of age.


Harvest – Neil Young – 1972 Warner Brothers



I was dreaming in my dreaming
Of an aspect bright and far
And my sleeping it was broken
But my dream it lingered near
In the form of shining valleys
Where the pure air recognized
And my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
That the people/ have the power
To redeem/ the work of fools
Upon the meek/ the graces shower
Its decreed/ the people rule

The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power

Vengeful aspects become suspect
And bending low as if to hear
And the armies ceased advancing
Because the people had their ear
And the shepherds and the soldiers
Lay beneath the stars
Exchanging visions
And laying arms
To waste/ in the dust
In the form 0f/ shining valleys
Where the pure air/ recognized
And my senses/ newly opened
I awakened/ to the cry


Where there were deserts
I saw fountains
Like cream the waters rise
And we strolled there together
With none to laugh or criticize
And the leopard
And the lamb
Lay together truly bound
I was hoping in my hoping
To recall what I had found
I was dreaming in my dreaming
God knows/ a purer view
As I surrender to my sleeping
I commit my dream to you


The power to dream/ to rule
To wrestle the world from fools
Its decreed the people rule
Its decreed the people rule
I believe everything we dream
Can come to pass thru our union
We can turn the world around
We can turn the earths revolution
We have the power
People have the power…


Patti Smith – DREAM OF LIFE -1988 Arista Records



Mystery wind blowing tonight
Driving rain, close up tight
Don’t leave a crack for the rain to get in
Don’t leave a hole for the mystery wind

From some other time, from some
Other place
Mystery wind makes a fool say Grace
Lord above how great thou art
Mystery wind blow right through
Your heart

Whistling down from out of this world
Take an honest man away from his girl
Stir up trouble in a married man’s bed
Make you say things better left unsaid

It’s a cruel wind,
Screams and moans
Don’t know where from, don’t know
Where it goes
Rustling the leaves
Around your door
Cold cold fingers through the
Cracks in the floor

Can’t you smell it, you can almost feel it
Mystery wind, you just can’t see it
Foul your water, steal your bread
Wake up things better left for dead

Mystery wind you are strong enough
To fight for your right when the
Time gets though
Plague and hunger and burning rain
Too many good man blown away
By the Mystery wind


RUMOR and SIGH – Richard Thompson – 1991 Capitol Records


posted by Walter at 1/08/2004