Jul 9, 2010
Jul 8, 2010
I'm loving it. (Part two--a note and then,)
In June I wrote myself a note:
EASY
(TRUE)
YES
THANK YOU
too blessed to stress
lol whatever
the secret (catalogue)
realness
regionalism---jersey shore youtube
I have been listening, bit by bit, to an audio-recording of self-help blockbuster (film then book and Oprah-show episode chainlet), The Secret. It isn’t a book on tape really, but a teleplay with ambient sound and endless actors, hosted/drawn out by soupy Aussie (ooof), Rhonda Byrne, its “author”....bank teller, sales executive, social worker.
I play it on my iPod for fifteen or twenty minutes at a time, train rides, generally the evening rush. It's the primer for a Universe-worshiping cult in which one is led to believe that, through The Law of Attraction, The Universe brings our desired objects/states/projections to our doorstep. Like, if we run around imagining that we have already received everything we want (vibrating on the frequency of satisfaction and "receiving"), then we will actually receive everything we want. Successful implementation of The Secret requires multiple simultaneous delusions, then--like, in order to receive wealth (several hundred million dollars?), I must pretend (and believe) I am already wealthy (even as I schlep to and from the Stop&Shop on Flatbush and Tilden, or get a load of my paychecks, recognize that I can't afford such and such on the wine list or super-hot luggage or a race horse or...).
An example given early on has impressed me very much: one is meant to "order" what one desires from the Universe just as one would order items from a catalogue: choosing, calling and placing the order, waiting for items to arrive, all the while certain (casually certain...unthinking and undoubting) that the items will arrive.
All of this really jibes with my olde misappropriation of Adorno---"To be pleased means to say YES"---which was meant as invective about Capitalist piiig softness (because socialists say "NO" to pleasure?), but has come down to me as a mantra for shopping and eating and looking and running around (everything). When keeping with the mantra, I keep my distinctly American (Capitalist) brand of hope and "dumb" (and easy? lazy? blessed?)-----vibrating on the frequency of "receiving." ("All I do is win win win no matter what.")
As per the notes:
(TRUE)
THANK YOU
realness regionalism---jersey shore youtube
Thanksgiving is the final element of Secret-ish reception, a loop of gratefulness aids in reaching "heightened frequencies." One cannot imagine oneself into this sublime state of having and arriving without a kind of sweet-faced, beatific recognition of "blessedness," ones own lack of effort, the wonders of The Universe, what...and, to me (to me), politeness is next to godliness.
The parenthetical "(TRUE)" is tricky, that's why it's in the in-between, in parentheses. I'm still sort of wary of calling a thing "true." It's clearly not forbidden and hideous like calling a thing "pure" (ick---ethnic cleansing, germ phobia). I mean, I called a ring "true" a few months ago, and it sounded right. The ring was "true." Fear of espousing truth lies in the severe secularism of the ART and IDEAS I came up with, or not always the ART and IDEAS so much as their passing interpretation. Lately, I find secularism (or its severest forms) are lifting. Religion is happening again. Artists are lazy mystics, and critics are furious about it, but we're having such a good time. And the continual doubt, the rationalizing and intellectualizing of this and that (while still clearly part of our [my] make-up) is exhausting, to let go of a few pieces, allow some loose ends, mystery, even non-caring (Jesus take the wheel and all that) is such a *pleasure*.
I find that I am outlining a kind of American view---"I'm loving it." YES THANKS ME YOU THIS HAS ALL BEEN SO BRIGHT AND EASY---around and about things and luck. This is like the self-created, self-concerning version of Brand celebration, rah-rah and commodified convenience and commercials; advertisement is (rarely now, because, as an industry, its overrun with cardboard putzes) a poetics of the American view.
..."Realness" and regionalism are at the heart of my interest in those Coors commercials of the last part (and Jersey Shore and Youtube), but that seems like the meat of the next part to me.....so, till then (probs tomorrow) xoxo...
In June I wrote myself a note:
EASY
(TRUE)
YES
THANK YOU
too blessed to stress
lol whatever
the secret (catalogue)
realness
regionalism---jersey shore youtube
I have been listening, bit by bit, to an audio-recording of self-help blockbuster (film then book and Oprah-show episode chainlet), The Secret. It isn’t a book on tape really, but a teleplay with ambient sound and endless actors, hosted/drawn out by soupy Aussie (ooof), Rhonda Byrne, its “author”....bank teller, sales executive, social worker.
I play it on my iPod for fifteen or twenty minutes at a time, train rides, generally the evening rush. It's the primer for a Universe-worshiping cult in which one is led to believe that, through The Law of Attraction, The Universe brings our desired objects/states/projections to our doorstep. Like, if we run around imagining that we have already received everything we want (vibrating on the frequency of satisfaction and "receiving"), then we will actually receive everything we want. Successful implementation of The Secret requires multiple simultaneous delusions, then--like, in order to receive wealth (several hundred million dollars?), I must pretend (and believe) I am already wealthy (even as I schlep to and from the Stop&Shop on Flatbush and Tilden, or get a load of my paychecks, recognize that I can't afford such and such on the wine list or super-hot luggage or a race horse or...).
An example given early on has impressed me very much: one is meant to "order" what one desires from the Universe just as one would order items from a catalogue: choosing, calling and placing the order, waiting for items to arrive, all the while certain (casually certain...unthinking and undoubting) that the items will arrive.
All of this really jibes with my olde misappropriation of Adorno---"To be pleased means to say YES"---which was meant as invective about Capitalist piiig softness (because socialists say "NO" to pleasure?), but has come down to me as a mantra for shopping and eating and looking and running around (everything). When keeping with the mantra, I keep my distinctly American (Capitalist) brand of hope and "dumb" (and easy? lazy? blessed?)-----vibrating on the frequency of "receiving." ("All I do is win win win no matter what.")
As per the notes:
(TRUE)
THANK YOU
realness regionalism---jersey shore youtube
Thanksgiving is the final element of Secret-ish reception, a loop of gratefulness aids in reaching "heightened frequencies." One cannot imagine oneself into this sublime state of having and arriving without a kind of sweet-faced, beatific recognition of "blessedness," ones own lack of effort, the wonders of The Universe, what...and, to me (to me), politeness is next to godliness.
The parenthetical "(TRUE)" is tricky, that's why it's in the in-between, in parentheses. I'm still sort of wary of calling a thing "true." It's clearly not forbidden and hideous like calling a thing "pure" (ick---ethnic cleansing, germ phobia). I mean, I called a ring "true" a few months ago, and it sounded right. The ring was "true." Fear of espousing truth lies in the severe secularism of the ART and IDEAS I came up with, or not always the ART and IDEAS so much as their passing interpretation. Lately, I find secularism (or its severest forms) are lifting. Religion is happening again. Artists are lazy mystics, and critics are furious about it, but we're having such a good time. And the continual doubt, the rationalizing and intellectualizing of this and that (while still clearly part of our [my] make-up) is exhausting, to let go of a few pieces, allow some loose ends, mystery, even non-caring (Jesus take the wheel and all that) is such a *pleasure*.
I find that I am outlining a kind of American view---"I'm loving it." YES THANKS ME YOU THIS HAS ALL BEEN SO BRIGHT AND EASY---around and about things and luck. This is like the self-created, self-concerning version of Brand celebration, rah-rah and commodified convenience and commercials; advertisement is (rarely now, because, as an industry, its overrun with cardboard putzes) a poetics of the American view.
..."Realness" and regionalism are at the heart of my interest in those Coors commercials of the last part (and Jersey Shore and Youtube), but that seems like the meat of the next part to me.....so, till then (probs tomorrow) xoxo...
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 6, 2010
"Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
2 get through this thing called life
Electric word life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here 2 tell u
There's something else
The afterworld
A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night
So when u call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
U know the one - Dr Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
'Cuz in this life
Things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life
You're on your own
And if de-elevator tries 2 bring u down
Go crazy - punch a higher floor
If u don't like the world you're living in
Take a look around u
At least u got friends
U see I called my old lady
4 a friendly word
She picked up the phone
Dropped it on the floor
(Sex, sex) is all I heard
Are we gonna let de-elevator
Bring us down
Oh, no Let's Go!
Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts
Let's look 4 the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let's go!
We're all excited
But we don't know why
Maybe it's cuz
We're all gonna die
And when we do (When we do)
What's it all 4 (What's it all 4)
U better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door
Tell me, are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down
Oh, no let's go!
Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts
Look 4 the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let's go!
C'mon baby
Let's get nuts
Yeah
Crazy
Let's go crazy
Are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down
Oh, no let's go!
Go crazy
I said let's go crazy (Go crazy)
Let's go, let's go
Go
Let's go
Dr. Everything'll be alright
Will make everything go wrong
Pills and thrills and dafodills will kill
Hang tough children
He's coming
He's coming
Coming
Take me away!
I can't disguise the pounding of my heart
It beats so strong
It's in your eyes what can I say
They turn me on
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
Come on and touch the place in me
That's calling out your name
We want each other oh so much
Why must we play this game?
Don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
I don't care if we spend the night at your mansion
I don't care if we spend the night on the town
All I want is 2 spend the night together
All I want is 2 spend the night in your arms
To be around u is so-oh right
You're sheer perfection (thank u)
Drive me crazy, drive me all night
Just don't break up the connection
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
Just take me with u
Oh won't u take me with u
Honey take me with uBaby, baby, baby
What's it gonna be
Baby, baby, baby
Is it him or is it me?
Don't make me waste my time
Don't make me lose my mind baby
Baby, baby, baby
Can't u stay with me tonight
Oh baby, baby, baby
Don't my kisses please u right
U were so hard 2 find
The beautiful ones, they hurt u everytime
Paint a perfect picture
Bring 2 life a vision in one's mind
The beautiful ones
Always smash the picture
Always everytime
If I told u baby
That I was in love with u
Oh baby, baby, baby
If we got married
Would that be cool?
U make me so confused
The beautiful ones
U always seem 2 lose
Baby, baby,
Baby, baby,
Baby, baby,
Baby,
What's it gonna be baby?
Do u want him?
Or do u want me?
Cause I want u
Said I want u
Tell me, babe
Do u want me?
I gotta know, I gotta know
Do u want me?
Baby, baby, baby
Listen 2 me
I may not know where I'm going (babe)
I said I may not know what I need
One thing, one thing's 4 certain baby
I know what I want, yeah
and if it please u baby
please u, baby
I'm begging down on my knees
I want u
Yes I do
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I want you
Yes I doWendy?
Yes Lisa
Is the water warm enough?
Yes Lisa
Shall we begin?
Yes Lisa
Where is my love life?
Where can it be?
There must be something wrong with the machinery
Where is my love life?
Tell me, tell me
Where has it gone?
Somebody please please tell me what the hell is wrong
Until I find the righteous 1
Computer blue
Until I find the righteous 1
Computer blue
knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how'd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind
She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And Nikki started 2 grind
Nikki
The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, she'll show u no mercy
But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show u how 2 grind
Darling Nikki
Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone unmber on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind
Oh, Nikki, ohhhh
come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince
wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind
{backwards at the end...}
"Hello, how r u? I'm fine
'cause I know that the Lord is coming soon, coming, coming soon"
Dig if u will the picture
Of u and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can u my darling
Can u picture this?
Dream if u can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and u
How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
Touch if u will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase u
Even doves have pride
How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father)
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold)
Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother)
She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why)
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)
When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)
Don't Cry (Don't Cry)
When doves cry
When doves cry
When doves cry
When Doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry, doves cry
Don't cry
Darling don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't don't cryI'm not a woman
I'm not a man
I am something that you'll never understand
I'll never beat u
I'll never lie
And if you're evil I'll forgive u by and by
U - I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
I'm not your lover
I'm not your friend
I am something that you'll never comprehend
No need 2 worry
No need 2 cry
I'm your messiah and you're the reason why
'Cuz U - I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when you're cold
Make u happy when you're sad
Make u good when u are bad
I'm not a human
I am a dove
I'm your conscious
I am love
All I really need is 2 know that
U believe
Yeah, I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
Yeah, say one more time
U - I would die 4 u
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
2 3 4 U
I would die 4 u
I would die 4 u
U - I would die 4 u
U - I would die 4 u
1,2,3,4
Hey, look me over
Tell me do u like what u see?
Hey, I ain't got no money
But honey I'm rich on personality
Hey, check it all out
Baby I know what it's all about
Before the night is through
U will see my point of view
Even if I have 2 scream and shout
Baby I'm a (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it (We are all a star!)
Hey, take a listen
Tell me do u like what u hear?
If it don't turn u on
Just say the word and I'm gone
But honey I know, ain't nothing
Wrong with your ears
Hey, check it all out
Better look now or it just might be 2 late (just might be 2 late)
My lucks gonna change tonight
There's gotta be a better life
Take a picture sweetie
I ain't got time 2 waste
Oh baby I'm a (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it! (We are all a star!)
Everybody say, nothing come 2 easy
But when u got it baby, nothing come 2 hard
You'll see what I'm all about (see what I'm all about)
If I gotta scream and shout (if I gotta scream and shout)
Baby baby (baby) baby (baby) baby (baby)
yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it! (star)
Baby baby baby
oh baby I'm a (star)
baby baby baby
somebody
(We are all a star)
(Baby I'm a star)
We are all a star
We are all a star
Doctor!
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
baby, baby, baby, baby
We are all a star
{Backwards talking in the background}
"Like what the fuck do they know
All their taste is in their mouth
Really. What the fuck do they know?
Come on baby. Let's go... crazy"
I never meant 2 cause u any sorrow
I never meant 2 cause u any pain
I only wanted 2 one time see u laughing
I only wanted 2 see u laughing in the purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
I only wanted 2 see u bathing in the purple rain
I never wanted 2 be your weekend lover
I only wanted 2 be some kind of friend
Baby I could never steal u from another
It's such a shame our friendship had 2 end
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
I only wanted 2 see u underneath the purple rain
Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out 4 something new
That means u 2
U say u want a leader
But u can't seem 2 make up your mind
I think u better close it
And let me guide u 2 the purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
If you know what I'm singing about up here
C'mon raise your hand
Purple rain Purple rain
I only want 2 see u, only want 2 see u
In the purple rain"
We are gathered here today
2 get through this thing called life
Electric word life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here 2 tell u
There's something else
The afterworld
A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night
So when u call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
U know the one - Dr Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
'Cuz in this life
Things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life
You're on your own
And if de-elevator tries 2 bring u down
Go crazy - punch a higher floor
If u don't like the world you're living in
Take a look around u
At least u got friends
U see I called my old lady
4 a friendly word
She picked up the phone
Dropped it on the floor
(Sex, sex) is all I heard
Are we gonna let de-elevator
Bring us down
Oh, no Let's Go!
Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts
Let's look 4 the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let's go!
We're all excited
But we don't know why
Maybe it's cuz
We're all gonna die
And when we do (When we do)
What's it all 4 (What's it all 4)
U better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door
Tell me, are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down
Oh, no let's go!
Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts
Look 4 the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let's go!
C'mon baby
Let's get nuts
Yeah
Crazy
Let's go crazy
Are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down
Oh, no let's go!
Go crazy
I said let's go crazy (Go crazy)
Let's go, let's go
Go
Let's go
Dr. Everything'll be alright
Will make everything go wrong
Pills and thrills and dafodills will kill
Hang tough children
He's coming
He's coming
Coming
Take me away!
I can't disguise the pounding of my heart
It beats so strong
It's in your eyes what can I say
They turn me on
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
Come on and touch the place in me
That's calling out your name
We want each other oh so much
Why must we play this game?
Don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
I don't care if we spend the night at your mansion
I don't care if we spend the night on the town
All I want is 2 spend the night together
All I want is 2 spend the night in your arms
To be around u is so-oh right
You're sheer perfection (thank u)
Drive me crazy, drive me all night
Just don't break up the connection
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
Just take me with u
Oh won't u take me with u
Honey take me with uBaby, baby, baby
What's it gonna be
Baby, baby, baby
Is it him or is it me?
Don't make me waste my time
Don't make me lose my mind baby
Baby, baby, baby
Can't u stay with me tonight
Oh baby, baby, baby
Don't my kisses please u right
U were so hard 2 find
The beautiful ones, they hurt u everytime
Paint a perfect picture
Bring 2 life a vision in one's mind
The beautiful ones
Always smash the picture
Always everytime
If I told u baby
That I was in love with u
Oh baby, baby, baby
If we got married
Would that be cool?
U make me so confused
The beautiful ones
U always seem 2 lose
Baby, baby,
Baby, baby,
Baby, baby,
Baby,
What's it gonna be baby?
Do u want him?
Or do u want me?
Cause I want u
Said I want u
Tell me, babe
Do u want me?
I gotta know, I gotta know
Do u want me?
Baby, baby, baby
Listen 2 me
I may not know where I'm going (babe)
I said I may not know what I need
One thing, one thing's 4 certain baby
I know what I want, yeah
and if it please u baby
please u, baby
I'm begging down on my knees
I want u
Yes I do
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I want you
Yes I doWendy?
Yes Lisa
Is the water warm enough?
Yes Lisa
Shall we begin?
Yes Lisa
Where is my love life?
Where can it be?
There must be something wrong with the machinery
Where is my love life?
Tell me, tell me
Where has it gone?
Somebody please please tell me what the hell is wrong
Until I find the righteous 1
Computer blue
Until I find the righteous 1
Computer blue
knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how'd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind
She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And Nikki started 2 grind
Nikki
The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, she'll show u no mercy
But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show u how 2 grind
Darling Nikki
Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone unmber on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind
Oh, Nikki, ohhhh
come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince
wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind
{backwards at the end...}
"Hello, how r u? I'm fine
'cause I know that the Lord is coming soon, coming, coming soon"
Dig if u will the picture
Of u and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can u my darling
Can u picture this?
Dream if u can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and u
How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
Touch if u will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase u
Even doves have pride
How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father)
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold)
Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother)
She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why)
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)
When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)
Don't Cry (Don't Cry)
When doves cry
When doves cry
When doves cry
When Doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry, doves cry
Don't cry
Darling don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't don't cryI'm not a woman
I'm not a man
I am something that you'll never understand
I'll never beat u
I'll never lie
And if you're evil I'll forgive u by and by
U - I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
I'm not your lover
I'm not your friend
I am something that you'll never comprehend
No need 2 worry
No need 2 cry
I'm your messiah and you're the reason why
'Cuz U - I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when you're cold
Make u happy when you're sad
Make u good when u are bad
I'm not a human
I am a dove
I'm your conscious
I am love
All I really need is 2 know that
U believe
Yeah, I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
Yeah, say one more time
U - I would die 4 u
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
2 3 4 U
I would die 4 u
I would die 4 u
U - I would die 4 u
U - I would die 4 u
1,2,3,4
Hey, look me over
Tell me do u like what u see?
Hey, I ain't got no money
But honey I'm rich on personality
Hey, check it all out
Baby I know what it's all about
Before the night is through
U will see my point of view
Even if I have 2 scream and shout
Baby I'm a (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it (We are all a star!)
Hey, take a listen
Tell me do u like what u hear?
If it don't turn u on
Just say the word and I'm gone
But honey I know, ain't nothing
Wrong with your ears
Hey, check it all out
Better look now or it just might be 2 late (just might be 2 late)
My lucks gonna change tonight
There's gotta be a better life
Take a picture sweetie
I ain't got time 2 waste
Oh baby I'm a (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it! (We are all a star!)
Everybody say, nothing come 2 easy
But when u got it baby, nothing come 2 hard
You'll see what I'm all about (see what I'm all about)
If I gotta scream and shout (if I gotta scream and shout)
Baby baby (baby) baby (baby) baby (baby)
yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it! (star)
Baby baby baby
oh baby I'm a (star)
baby baby baby
somebody
(We are all a star)
(Baby I'm a star)
We are all a star
We are all a star
Doctor!
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
baby, baby, baby, baby
We are all a star
{Backwards talking in the background}
"Like what the fuck do they know
All their taste is in their mouth
Really. What the fuck do they know?
Come on baby. Let's go... crazy"
I never meant 2 cause u any sorrow
I never meant 2 cause u any pain
I only wanted 2 one time see u laughing
I only wanted 2 see u laughing in the purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
I only wanted 2 see u bathing in the purple rain
I never wanted 2 be your weekend lover
I only wanted 2 be some kind of friend
Baby I could never steal u from another
It's such a shame our friendship had 2 end
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
I only wanted 2 see u underneath the purple rain
Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out 4 something new
That means u 2
U say u want a leader
But u can't seem 2 make up your mind
I think u better close it
And let me guide u 2 the purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
If you know what I'm singing about up here
C'mon raise your hand
Purple rain Purple rain
I only want 2 see u, only want 2 see u
In the purple rain"
Last week, I planned to do it big about America with two more parts of the essay, "I'm loving it," posted in time for Independence Day. And I do intend to finish up that work with an eye toward regionalism and "realness," but more like this week and maybe the next, because "doing it big about America" this July 4th long weekend involved visits and actions and inactions and television (not writing)-----
---I tanned (which is a really big deal).
---I stared at my manicure (red, white and blue) and pedicure (gold and copper glitter) submerged in the pool, and then held up against the sky and sun, the white clapboard garage, the lawn and flower beds, the deck...
---I drove (finally!).
---I (Pillow and I) went to Walmart. I bought a pink t-shirt (elongated baby-tee?) that says, "YOU'RE AS FAKE AS YOUR TAN" in blue and gold block letters (as Petrova predicted in 2009, tanning is very important right now, and I've always loved that sub-genre of teen tops that accuse people of things in a general broadcast sorta way). I bought a pair of NASCAR pajama pants that are covered with Jimmie Johnson's signature and the Lowe's Hardware logo. I bought a NASCAR t-shirt that features the Crown Royal car, riffs on the Crown Royal logo, driver Matt Kenseth's signature. I bought a NASCAR Racing hat, comme ça. It's incredible (totes pertinent to that first part of "I'm loving it") how naked the promotion is on official and non-official NASCAR gear and of course the cars. NASCAR is the height/peak/best of sponsorship, American business celebration. I also bought a pair of men's half-jacket wrap around sunglasses, like baseball sunglasses, with the oil slick blue and yellow and purple polarized lenses, and then a friendship bracelet and some razors, striped composition notebooks...
---I ate (sat down inside and ate) at one of the last last-generation Taco Bells, the kind that still has the green, faded red and brown stripe around the exterior.
---I went to see Twilight: Eclipse. And oh my goodness how fantastic! Taylor Lautner tour-de-force---the dynamism of jean shorts and a deep tan set against snow-capped mountains! Kristen Stewart looks phenomenal in no-make-up and trucks and forests. All of those forest scenes with vampires appeared to be filmed in some super-complex greyscale. Paleness, Darkness. Cold, Hot. Twilight is all about skin and cars and living and dying. High School stories, y'all (are the best)!
---A friend once asked me offhand if I wanted to do a top ten list for artforum.com----I'm not sure she was serious. But I then asked if it had to be about a-r-t, like art shows (because I don't want to go to Chelsea). And she said yeah, so it was dropped, because I can't write that top ten list. I could, however, offer a top ten list of best art on television or the Internet or restaurants or shops and stuff. In that vein, the 2010 Macy's Fourth of July fireworks would take a sure spot on a year's comprehensive list. My mouth was literally agape throughout. I also gasped, clutched my breast and said "OMG" several times. That BIGGEST cruise ship ever made, Epic, made an appearance along with Justin Bieber and Nick Cannon and Sammy from Days of Our Lives! The computer-driven bursts faded slowly, often in time with the music, canned versions of "Yankee Doodle Dandy," Sousa marches. The effect was totally UNREAL. Strange, massive and fleeting jellyfish and jewels, projected creations of planets and moons. The whole show was imbued with this delicious sensation of FIRST PLACE, BIGGEST, BEST, BLESSED. Yes!
------I got to thinking (is that a Bradshaw-ism?), over the weekend, how FIRST PLACE was the American Revolution? Was it the very first of its kind? Can you think of any other colony going post-colonial in that sort of singular, self determined way at any point in history prior to 1776? I imagine there must have been some distant (or unknown to our Fathers) precedent, but I can't think of one....perhaps we can say with certainty that it was the first post-colonial revolution so followed by equally revolutionary government-building? Also, Pillow asked the best question, "Can you believe [the Founding Fathers] had no idea what California looked like?"---OMG!
---I tanned (which is a really big deal).
---I stared at my manicure (red, white and blue) and pedicure (gold and copper glitter) submerged in the pool, and then held up against the sky and sun, the white clapboard garage, the lawn and flower beds, the deck...
---I drove (finally!).
---I (Pillow and I) went to Walmart. I bought a pink t-shirt (elongated baby-tee?) that says, "YOU'RE AS FAKE AS YOUR TAN" in blue and gold block letters (as Petrova predicted in 2009, tanning is very important right now, and I've always loved that sub-genre of teen tops that accuse people of things in a general broadcast sorta way). I bought a pair of NASCAR pajama pants that are covered with Jimmie Johnson's signature and the Lowe's Hardware logo. I bought a NASCAR t-shirt that features the Crown Royal car, riffs on the Crown Royal logo, driver Matt Kenseth's signature. I bought a NASCAR Racing hat, comme ça. It's incredible (totes pertinent to that first part of "I'm loving it") how naked the promotion is on official and non-official NASCAR gear and of course the cars. NASCAR is the height/peak/best of sponsorship, American business celebration. I also bought a pair of men's half-jacket wrap around sunglasses, like baseball sunglasses, with the oil slick blue and yellow and purple polarized lenses, and then a friendship bracelet and some razors, striped composition notebooks...
---I ate (sat down inside and ate) at one of the last last-generation Taco Bells, the kind that still has the green, faded red and brown stripe around the exterior.
---I went to see Twilight: Eclipse. And oh my goodness how fantastic! Taylor Lautner tour-de-force---the dynamism of jean shorts and a deep tan set against snow-capped mountains! Kristen Stewart looks phenomenal in no-make-up and trucks and forests. All of those forest scenes with vampires appeared to be filmed in some super-complex greyscale. Paleness, Darkness. Cold, Hot. Twilight is all about skin and cars and living and dying. High School stories, y'all (are the best)!
---A friend once asked me offhand if I wanted to do a top ten list for artforum.com----I'm not sure she was serious. But I then asked if it had to be about a-r-t, like art shows (because I don't want to go to Chelsea). And she said yeah, so it was dropped, because I can't write that top ten list. I could, however, offer a top ten list of best art on television or the Internet or restaurants or shops and stuff. In that vein, the 2010 Macy's Fourth of July fireworks would take a sure spot on a year's comprehensive list. My mouth was literally agape throughout. I also gasped, clutched my breast and said "OMG" several times. That BIGGEST cruise ship ever made, Epic, made an appearance along with Justin Bieber and Nick Cannon and Sammy from Days of Our Lives! The computer-driven bursts faded slowly, often in time with the music, canned versions of "Yankee Doodle Dandy," Sousa marches. The effect was totally UNREAL. Strange, massive and fleeting jellyfish and jewels, projected creations of planets and moons. The whole show was imbued with this delicious sensation of FIRST PLACE, BIGGEST, BEST, BLESSED. Yes!
------I got to thinking (is that a Bradshaw-ism?), over the weekend, how FIRST PLACE was the American Revolution? Was it the very first of its kind? Can you think of any other colony going post-colonial in that sort of singular, self determined way at any point in history prior to 1776? I imagine there must have been some distant (or unknown to our Fathers) precedent, but I can't think of one....perhaps we can say with certainty that it was the first post-colonial revolution so followed by equally revolutionary government-building? Also, Pillow asked the best question, "Can you believe [the Founding Fathers] had no idea what California looked like?"---OMG!
Jul 1, 2010
"Dis beat was bubblegum so I had to chew it."
July last year there was New Boyz' "You're a Jerk." Now (or for the past few months...), Cali Swag District's "Teach Me How To Dougie," which is sort of indivisible from the prior. It's for-and-by THE KIDS, and it's (the style's) from Cali via Dallas, I think. What I know for certain is it's party music (hip hop root music). And "[they] show these cats how to do dat down South dance dat [they] learned a lil' too fast." The whole hangs on cute teen bravado and carelessness, an angle and set of mannerisms quintessentially American (cool).
And also, reading a lyrics site, I find that one guy off the track is called Brody....!!! Cali Swag, of course.
And also, reading a lyrics site, I find that one guy off the track is called Brody....!!! Cali Swag, of course.
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 28, 2010
Room at Top STOP
I love Europe and The Euro, and they're blown-up these days Stateside (Thanks to pop producers and The Jersey Shore cast?).
But, in this multi-task era, both The Euro and The American can be Top for The Euro and The American at the same time, you know (like, look at Lindsay right there, right always)? Like, Tom Friedman was totally off-base with the whole World-flattening, World-shrinking post-Internet theory back when......The World is (and seems) big and bigger. The more we know, the more we cannot say we don't know, and the more we cannot forbid and limit. All of The Decades may look good, at once (no need to say goodbye to 60s volume and 80s avant- because we say hello to the jolie-laide 90s and sun-bleached, nostalgic 70s via 90s). Understatement and overstatement and middling-statement may all be deemed effective, at once. A thing, a style, may be proliferated widely, Globally, and be treated/contained/strained differently in each place, demi-place, school, household, and all look good, at once.
This week, for the 4th, the 234th 4th, I intend to celebrate America, post all about America (good and bad), but none of it framed in opposition to Europe. New World and Old World, like Town&Country, one must needs both! I just think this is a moment for American styles (Tommy Girl) and a moment for Euro styles (Sally Shapiro), both at once (along with everything else...AFRICA, THE WHOLE EAST, THE OCEAN). And, as I write all about America this week, I want that kept clear. Style, as I see it, is just less exclusionary everyday (OMG!). Limitation of others is the only thing that's naff, really.
Now, we find (because we are more able) that we have so much in common with each other, and that we like difference too----WE BROADEN, more, more, more. But at the same time, we are not teleporting. It still took me eight hours (stuck in Jerz Turnpike traffic) this weekend to ride (on a G-d damn bus) from New York to D.C....to cross a border, an ocean takes still more time, and we can feel the distance, feel the scale of our Earth. Last night, on the leg back from the Capitol to home, almost in the Holland Tunnel, we spied a dusky pink moon, low and dim. Then it was orange, higher and higher, clearer. I thought maybe it was Venus (goddess, not planet). So, I made a wish. And I thought about how easy it is for me to pray to the moon, how direct and effortless...and necessary (?) it feels. And I felt Ancient too, like one of many, not simply the many of now, the teeming populations on populations made privy to the same moon at same or slightly delayed moment, but everyone, every ancestor, the oil in the ground.
I felt big (and...so did everything else).
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 23, 2010
I'm loving it.
(part one----rangy, rah-rah---am fan of Coors commercials)
I almost got 'God Bless America' printed below my address on the new set of cheques I ordered ayer (chose a waving flag instead). It's in the air, has been for a long minute (G-d and The U.S.A.). All of the sinister xenophobic (even vaguely White Power) implications/warpings/repurposings of stock, regular American patriotism (it's style, it's proclamation) in the last decade have faded (for obvious reasons). And it feels great!
And beyond the flag motif, is THE BRAND, The McDonald's, The Coca-Cola, The Disney, The Wal-Mart---these logos and slogans and whole adverts and store designs and product ranges....lifestylez---in an unremittingly complicated way----are also grand emblems of (U.S.) America and our Americaness, better/worse, sickness/health(?).
I often complain (sorry) about how the poorly stocked, strangely constructed chain megastores and restaurants of New York City (as well as my lack of truck to haul goods with) make me feel unAmerican, not in America, with its promise of big/easy/everything at once, and it bums me out.
Like in Clueless-----
"No shit you guys got coke here?!"
"Well, yeah---it's America..."------
Constant, present availability of new and various (also same, typical, universalized...) goods, franchises one just like the next, parking, air-conditioning, free samples happen here like nowhere else. And to love the flow of product and product-image is like self-love (another American talent/export/thing worth celebrating). And when done proper, self-love is not delusional; it's our stiff-upper-lip. It's our way of reconciling with forward momentum, acknowledging that nothing is wholly good; nothing is wholly wicked; that we're lucky too.....
Global-titan McDonald's originated as a single burger joint in San Bernardino in 1940! Whatever one might think of cheap meat, chemical flavors, Globalism, the Corporate model full stop, it must be noted that such growth, such ingenuity and subsequent power, is impressive, important, inherently American and a big deal. We pursue happiness, money and an idea of happiness, a McFlurry, a cartoon princess, an imprint everywhere.
I feel a little clever and powerful when I hold the symbols, the mini-carton of fries, the can of Cola, the Hannah Montana beach towel.
Irony got so busted and dumb; it seems not a proper descriptor for how we might celebrate the emblems of corporate America. Outside parties might rightly perceive irony in it, but I assure you I love these new Coors commercials straight-up, because they're not nerdy, smarmy and self-loathing. They are self-loving (and good-looking).
(part one----rangy, rah-rah---am fan of Coors commercials)
I almost got 'God Bless America' printed below my address on the new set of cheques I ordered ayer (chose a waving flag instead). It's in the air, has been for a long minute (G-d and The U.S.A.). All of the sinister xenophobic (even vaguely White Power) implications/warpings/repurposings of stock, regular American patriotism (it's style, it's proclamation) in the last decade have faded (for obvious reasons). And it feels great!
And beyond the flag motif, is THE BRAND, The McDonald's, The Coca-Cola, The Disney, The Wal-Mart---these logos and slogans and whole adverts and store designs and product ranges....lifestylez---in an unremittingly complicated way----are also grand emblems of (U.S.) America and our Americaness, better/worse, sickness/health(?).
I often complain (sorry) about how the poorly stocked, strangely constructed chain megastores and restaurants of New York City (as well as my lack of truck to haul goods with) make me feel unAmerican, not in America, with its promise of big/easy/everything at once, and it bums me out.
Like in Clueless-----
"No shit you guys got coke here?!"
"Well, yeah---it's America..."------
Constant, present availability of new and various (also same, typical, universalized...) goods, franchises one just like the next, parking, air-conditioning, free samples happen here like nowhere else. And to love the flow of product and product-image is like self-love (another American talent/export/thing worth celebrating). And when done proper, self-love is not delusional; it's our stiff-upper-lip. It's our way of reconciling with forward momentum, acknowledging that nothing is wholly good; nothing is wholly wicked; that we're lucky too.....
Global-titan McDonald's originated as a single burger joint in San Bernardino in 1940! Whatever one might think of cheap meat, chemical flavors, Globalism, the Corporate model full stop, it must be noted that such growth, such ingenuity and subsequent power, is impressive, important, inherently American and a big deal. We pursue happiness, money and an idea of happiness, a McFlurry, a cartoon princess, an imprint everywhere.
I feel a little clever and powerful when I hold the symbols, the mini-carton of fries, the can of Cola, the Hannah Montana beach towel.
Irony got so busted and dumb; it seems not a proper descriptor for how we might celebrate the emblems of corporate America. Outside parties might rightly perceive irony in it, but I assure you I love these new Coors commercials straight-up, because they're not nerdy, smarmy and self-loathing. They are self-loving (and good-looking).
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 18, 2010
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