Thursday, January 08, 2004 2004 – A PROVISIONAL LAYOUT -- ‘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 -- SEX KILLS 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 -- THE SHINING HOUR 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 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 -- BIG SCIENCE 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 -- PURE PLEASURE SEEKER 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 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 -- WORDS 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 -- PEOPLE HAVE the POWER 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 Refrain 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 Refrain The power to dream/ to rule To wrestle the world from fools Its decreed the people rule Its decreed the people rule LISTEN 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 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