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Crank - I'm... I'm... I'm just, oh God, speechless, I mean, I just, God... in the middle of effing Chinatown? It's just so incredibly ludicrous... ridiculous... the falling action being, literally, a fall... God... why didn't he grasp on to his undies?... I mean, God, ultra-fast editing not actually diminishing a film... God, effing Chinatown? "Al-Qaeda"? "Al-Qaeda"? "Oh, you're so big"? A bus cracking with Japanese schoolgirls? Unbelievable.

[in place of a preamble: yes, this is an old thread; yes, this wasn't a particularly popular thread to begin with (Meta, I resent myself and gawp at you); yes, yes, yes, whatever - it's been eight months, tastes change, and fluctuate, you know the drill; I'd start a new one, but, by God, I just ain't man enough.] Charles Mingus - Prayer For Passive Resistance Mos Def - Mathematics|Umi Says Nas - N.Y. State of Mind John Coltrane - Serenity Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck Aceyalone - The Guidelines Subhumans - Us Fish Must Sleep Together Minutemen - Jesus and Tequila Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee - Backwater Blues Skip James - Devil Got My Woman Neutral Milk Hotel - Oh Comely NoMeansNo - The World Wasn't Built In A Day Tom Waits - I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You The Stooges - Down on the Street Arrested Development - Raining Revolution Hank Williams - Beyond the Sunset 16 Horsepower - Outlaw Song Clutch - 10,000 Witnesses Stevie Wonder - Village Ghetto Land

That reminds me of that awful Public Enemy Anthrax collab - even Bonz, or whatevershisname, reminds me of Chuck D.... oh God, Scott Ian rapping.. I think I'm gonna cry now, hold me, WinterSun. The Replacements - Answering Machine.

This takes you to a college blow-out, clogs your bod with coke, does the nasty, and never calls back - it's that bad-ass.

Man, was 1984 a good year for punk; you had this (From The Cradle To The Grave), Double Nickels on the Dime, Zen Arcade, Intellectuals Are The Shoeshine Boys Of The Ruling Elite, My War, Meat Puppets II, Let it Be, Bad Religion breaking up for the first time, et cetera, et cetera. Is Psychic... Powerless... Another Man's Sac stretching it? Reposted because misspelling "breaking up" is just shameful. PS: Us Fish Must Swim Together.

Yeah, that reminds me, I really need to see it [The Proposition] on the big screen. The visuals were pretty impressive, hell, spectacular the first time around (on DVD), but I've got a hunch it's the kind of film that improves tenfold in the theatre. The score's stellar, too, and John Hurt, though terribly underused, is the man.

Yeah - it's one of my favourite Woodies. I don't know, man, I think Bergman pegged him perfectly (God, this post is bursting with double entendres) - but even he admitted reverence for La Notte (and Blow-up). If anything, Moreau and Mastroianni are two of my favourite actors, so, yeah, I'll watch it, uh, soon. As I live in a cultural wasteland, I've never really been exposed to Chappelle, and, to be honest, I'd only be interested in watching Mos Def, The Roots, and maybe Kool G. (I miss Kool G.) Gondry's okay, too, I guess, I liked Eternal Sunshine and Human Nature, but I'm not his biggest fan in the whole wide world, or anything. Irish Jam - I like how it's extremely derivative and never really interesting, engaging, or, God, incisive. To be giddy honest, it sort of bothered me, because - well - a film realistically probing race relations under those circumstances, would've been - well - kind of interesting. The score kills a few good scenes here and there; Griffin's dependable, and sorta charismatic; Anna Friel's the most beautiful woman in the world; watchable, if not good, or even halfway-decent. Ravenous - Above all else, the score excels (I'm thinking of getting it separately); everything else is engaging, fun, hilarious, and Robert Carlyle is the man.

Yeah - Black on Both Sides is an absolute triumph; I don't believe there was a more beautiful, ambitious album in 90's popular music - an hymn to the sounds of times gone by, and a critique to society's conceits: bordering his mic on its figure, he tackles everything from rampant materialism to rampant inequity; make no mistake, it's personalized art, be it embedded in his own character or the entire diaspora's; it's serves primarily as a tale, a reproach, and - why not - an uplift; it's history, of course, but he's after greater things: inspiring the future and seizing freedom of mind, body, and soul for him and his. (Heavy stuff.) -- Pomposity aside, it's fun, energetic, eclectic, personal, and beautiful. -- I do believe he was studying under a certain Weldon Irvine at the time, God bless his soul. (Mos Def - Mathematics.)

My Umi said shine your light on the world.

What did you think? Also, gawk at these links: Irish Jam, Block Party, La Guerre est finie, La Notte, Ravenous - which one you reckon I should see first, gajo?

Clipse - Mr. Me Too. Haha - whose idea was it to have Pharrell spit the first verse? I love how the video is utterly ludicrous and ridiculous (let's not even mention the fact they chose - quite possibly - the worst song as their first single), but the Clipse still have a multitude of stuff to learn, like centring their videos on vulvae (way too many blokes - Wamp Wamp was much better in this regard) and riches (pitifully low amount of bling; who do you think you are - Gang Starr?).

Yeah - the chick's pretty hot, too (shut up). The Thermals - Here's Your Future. PS: I just got 3 Amos Oz novels for Christmas and all I'm gonna say is "he is the man".

The Thermals - . I was gonna make a comment along the lines of "I hope they're not massive vegans, or God, PETA activists" or something equally gay and worthless like a plethora of other indie, punk, whatever bands, since I actually like them, but screw that, I don't really care; I'm just going to enjoy the music, or just, like, interpolate something suitably clich

Listen to me Hillary. I'm not the first guy who fell in love with a woman that he met at a restaurant who turned out to be the daughter of a kidnapped scientist only to lose her to her childhood lover who she last saw on a deserted island who then turned out fifteen years later to be the leader of the French underground.

From the scribe behind Die Hard, Street Fighter, and Judge Dread: Blast! Starring Eddie Griffin as Archetypical-hero-haunted-by-past-failings and Breckin Meyer as his bumbling, blundering, stumbling, floundering sidekick "Jamal". Who is, not unexpectedly, a caucasian tech nerd (wholly whitebred) - hilarity ensues. Baddies: Vinnie Jones as Ruthless International Terrorist and Tommy 'Tiny' Lister as a bad ass mother.. (switch to boom!). Vulvas: Vivica A. Fox as Dignified FBI Agent - who, naturally, falls for Griffin, even though she only sees him, like, once - and Nadine Velazquez as Evil Bitch With Machine Gun. Highlights: - Griffin directing a Grenade via overhead bicycle kick. "We used to play Soccer in the Hood". (Suck it, Ronnie - not you, Lou.) - The glare, oh man, the glare - unfortunately, I've got no way of posting it, as I caught this gem on the telly, but man, the Griffin trademark stare, he used it in Undercover Brother for comedic effect, yet it's funnier here as the flick's pretty much a derivative 80s actioner in shiny new clothes (including ultra fast editing). (Oh, I've also watched Our Man In Havana (Carol Reed|Graham Greene - you can't possibly fail) and Top Secret!).

Noted. So, this teacher (decent old woman, short, brown-eyed - perm?) pressures me into bringing a boombox and a Christmas-themed musical-selection to this party, uh, school gathering (gifts, snacks, etcetera) - don't get me wrong, this is fine and dandy, but I've been perusing my musical collection and all I be finding is this cheery ol' thing, (I'm listening to it right now: puerile, infantile, sorta funny, awesome in the absurd "why, God, why?" way; I might upload a track for the Obsidian X-mas blow-out)... and, the, well, Johnny Cash Christmas album (shut up). Anyone care to mention some nice, bland carols, or, preferably, an instrumental album? (Hey - I've found Wynton Marsalis' Crescent City Christmas Card; it might've been a present.)

Is that album any good?.. cause I've been avoiding it like the clap. The Meters - Ease Back. PS: Strummer was pretty good, great, whatever in Mystery Train - this got nothing to do with anything, mind - and Screamin' Jay Hawkins is, um, was the man. Waits voices a DJ. Lurie scores a film. Ribot plays the Banjo. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. (Um - never mind). And yeah, I suppose Jarmusch was okay as well, or whatever.

That's a funny way of spelling Tom Savini's crotch.

Get hold of this bird after pub closing hours. Would your girl like this? No, don't think so somehow, in the winter showers, But she'll never know, and your face will never show [....]. This is how goes it and besides she was well fit And who could resist. Move up to the next place, a smooth club to flex bass beats And your best mates all down. Nice sound, smirnoff ice round; MCs clowning, ruud boyz frowning; Everything's sweet everything's tucked-in. And round here were all downing. But all of a sudden though, just through the smoke - is your bird laughing and joking with a bloke? Ain't just that either, as she moves closer, Miss-shape what looks like their lover - he's tonguing her. All rage sweeps up through your torso, your more so ready to go over and show him who's man - football fan style. Leave it in the can for a while, cos even as they smile you still got choices: Don't listen to them voices, And at the end of the day you may just have caused this, So leave the forces. - Mike Skinner (Geezers need Excitement).

Dead Can Dance - How Fortunate the Man with None. I like me some Brecht (from time to time), sure. Speak of the wolf: Nick Cave - Mack The Knife Tom Waits - What Keeps Mankind Alive? Hell, I'll throw in a recording of Brecht himself doing Mack the Knife.

And as for what I wish I were reading, Coming Through Slaughter by Michael Ondaatje.

Post your boobies. And no, Ramza, I've got no love for sickly mantits.

This is it. I haven't changed. I'm still a lurker and my posts are still short and useless. Just like this one. I've been around since the first day. Isn't that sad? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I'm going to laugh - hell, giggle (girlishly, even) - at your social life's wane as stressed by your recently, uh, porked-up register. Tee Hee. Hah. Sort of hypocritical in a eyeless laughing at the purblind kind of way - I know, and definitely assent.