Arhiv za Januar, 2008

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Četrtek, Januar 31st, 2008

Pred mnogimi leti, v prejšnjem stoletju, ne, v prejšnjem tisočletju, me je Bops naučil prijeti a-mol. Rekel je: lej, Marjan, stvar je preprosta – prva struna je prazna, na drugi struni primeš prvo polje, na tretji in četrti pa drugo. Znaš prijeti E-dur? E, to je podobno, samo vse skupaj spustiš za eno struno dol. Trideset let pozneje se je končalo takole:

Bops & Slaven

Hvala, prijatelji, včeraj sem se imel fino.

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DZ ratificiral Lizbonsko pogodbo in zavrnil predlog spremembe protikadilskega zakona

Sreda, Januar 30th, 2008

Pa smo fasal. Brutalno, analno in brez lubrikanta.

Brez lubrikanta

Na vseh področjih.

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Zappa live in Ljubljana, 1975 – Stinkfoot/The Poodle Lecture

Ponedeljek, Januar 28th, 2008

Ljubljana, Yugoslavia, November 22nd 1975

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0:09

Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Mothers Of Invention Ljubljana Extravaganza, featuring Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and lead vocals, Norma Bell on alto saxophone and little plain blue shoes, Andre Lewis on keyboards, Little Skinny Terry Ted Bozzio on frigidaire, Roy Ralph Mole-Man Guacamole Tutto-Mole Estrada on bass, ladies and gentlemen, and yours truly Todd Rundgren on guitar.

In the dark Where all the fevers grow (fevers grow) Under the water Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin’ (Mornin’) By yer radio Do the walls close in t’suffocate ya You ain’t got no friends . . . An’ all the others: they hate ya Does the life you been leadin’ gotta go? Well, let me straighten you out Get yer shoes ‘n socks on people, it’s right aroun’ the corner! Out through the night An’ the whisperin’ breezes To the place where they keep The Imaginary Diseases Out through the night An’ the whisperin’ breezes To the place where they keep The Imaginary Diseases . . . Now scientists call this stupid disease Bromidrosis And well they should But us regular English-speaking ladies and gentlemen Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of: STINK FOOT How true that is Y’know, my python boot is too tight I couldn’t get it off last night A week went by, an’ now it’s July I finally got that sonofabitch off An’ my girl-friend cry “You got STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin’ Your STINK FOOT puts a hurt on my nose! STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain’t lyin’, Can you rinse it off, d’you suppose?”

3:07

Bring the slippers, little puppy… Now let me ask you a question, does this look like a little puppy to you? How many say yes? How many say no? OK. we’re dealing with an audience with a very limited imagination tonight.. Let me convince you of one thing, ladies and gentlemen of Ljubljana, or wherever the fuck you’re coming from tonight… And some of you Italians, too. We don’t wanna leave you Trieste folks out … this is the puppy for tonight, believe me, this is the puppy, the [Levis] puppy, and has… wait a minute, wait a minute … this puppy, this [Levi]-manufactured puppy … has refused to bring me the slippers and that means it must be punished!

7:47

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, about this dog, please remember, this dog is now, believe me, this dog is now a poodle. Do you have poodles in Ljubljana? OK. Let me tell you a little bit about the history of the poodle. When god first made the poodle it was a regular looking dog and had hair evenly distributed all over it’s tiny canine body. Then god made man and made woman out of the man. And as soon as the woman saw the poodle she made the man buy her a pair of scissors.

Now, the man, because he was a chump, bought the scissors for the woman. The woman took the scissors to the poodle and trimmed it. Right around here, fixed his nose to look like that, took a little bit off the middle, left a little bit on the end of the tail, a little bit on each foot, down there, down there, down there, down there and on this foot here and on this foot here and on this foot here, on this one here and a little bit more on this foot over here. Now this made the poodle one of the ugliest fuckin’ things you’ve ever seen in your life.

But did the woman care? No, she didn’t care what it looked like so long as it’s little nose was always wet his little tongue was always big and his little fuzzy feet always reached up and scratched on either side of that hairy little orifice between mom’s legs. And I am sure you realize deep down inside of your little Yugoslavian souls what I am really talking about. Now in case you don’t I’ll spell it right out for you – this poodle is eating your mother’s pussy live on stage in Ljubljana tonight, and we have a song about it and the song goes like this:


  • besedilo v oglatih oklepajih je nerazumljivo ali pa je najboljši približek temu, kar se mi zdi, da pove. Če kdo razvozla te manjkajoče dele, bom hvaležen.
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Evolucija po Dr. Johnu

Nedelja, Januar 27th, 2008
Walk on piles of needles See what they can do Walk on gilded splinters With the king of the zulus

Malcolm John Rebennack Jr., bolj znan kot Dr. John, je leta 1968 izdal legendarni album Gris Gris. Album se zaključi s skoraj 8-minutno hipnotično-trance-hipaško-zadeto-voodoo skladbo I Walk On Gilded Splinters. Tukaj je kratek insert komada.

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Tole pa je live verzija iz leta 1970: YouTube slika preogleda

Komad je že leta 1969 predelala Cher. Tukaj je njena verzija: YouTube slika preogleda Pri snemanju je sodeloval tudi Dr. John, vendar se zdi, kot da se komad konča, preden bi Dr. John uspel odigrati intro. Kakorkoli, komad dobro predstavi njen verjetno najboljši album, 3614 Jackson Highway.

Leta 1970 se je komada lotil tudi legendarni Johnny Jenkins, sicer član spremljevalne skupine Otisa Reddinga, The Pinetoppers. Album Ton-Ton Macoute! je sicer bil projekt Duanea Allmana, starejšega od bratov Allman, ki pa je še pred koncem snemanja umrl v motoristični nesreči, zato je Jenkins album končal brez njega. Legenda pravi tudi, da je Jenkinsov veliki fan bil Jimi Hendrix, ki je menda prav pri njemu dobil navdih za stil in oderski nastop. Tukaj je insert Jenkinsove različice:

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Dobro poslušajte. Ta beat ste slišali že neštetokrat.

Stvar se niti približno ne zaključi v 60-ih.

Leta 1992 so Beastie Boys izdali album Check Your Head, prvi single z albuma pa je bil komad Pass The Mic. V njem so uporabili več samplov, med drugim tudi sample originalne Dr. Johnove verzije komada I Walk On Gilded Splinters. Dr. John kot punkoidni rap. Nice. YouTube slika preogleda

Groovie, kot pač ta komad je, seveda ni šel neopaženo mimo drugih glasbenikov. Leta 1994 se je visoko na glasbenih lestvicah znašel Beck s singlom Loser s platinastega albuma Mellow Gold, s katerim se je prebil iz relativne anonimnosti; to je bil sicer njegov četrti album, vendar prvi za kakšno večjo diskografsko hišo.

Komada se menda vsi spomnite: YouTube slika preogleda

Vas na kaj spominja? Exactly, uporabili so sample iz Jenkinsove verzije komada I Walk On Gilded Splinters, torej so s pomočjo moderne tehnologije podlago Becku odigrali člani Allman Brothers Banda – Duane Allman na kitari dobro, Jaimoe na tolkalih in Butch Trucks na bobnih. Dr. John je prek priredbe in sampla evoluiral v moderni eklektični pop.

Človek bi rekel, “samo še Brit-Pop manjka”. Točno to. Leta 2000 so Oasis začeli promovirati svoj album Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants s singlom Go Let It Out. YouTube slika preogleda Vas tudi ta na kaj spominja? Kakopak. V komadu so uporabili sample Jenkinsonove verzije komada (zdaj že veste na pamet) I Walk On Gilded Splinters. Na Wikipediji sem našel Gallagherjev citat:

“… the closest we came to sounding like a modern day Beatles”

Zamisel, da bi uporabil ta sample je najbrž dobil pri Paulu Wellerju, pri kateremu je nekaj let pred tem igral kitaro. Weller je tudi sam naredil odlično priredbo tega komada. Legenda pravi:

“In February 1995, Noel travels to Manor Studios in Oxford where Paul Weller is recording his Stanley Road album. When Weller asks if he knows the Dr John Song I Walk On Gilded Splinters, Noel says he knows it well, and after determining the key sets about providing acoustic guitar accompaniment. After the session Weller calls his bluff. “You’ve never heard that f***ing song in your life, have you?” “Nope, never” replies a sheepish Gallagher. “

Kaj sem pravzaprav želel povedati? Nič, samo to, da se lahko dober komad reinkarnira v mnogih različicah, evoluira v različne glasbene oblike, da lahko kot prvi single predstavi kar nekaj hit albumov in da je Dr. John genij. That’s it. Enjoy the groove!

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Emo galore!

Ponedeljek, Januar 21st, 2008

Komentarji na Youtubeu pravijo: “the major shoe-gazers“, “the godfathers of shoegaze“. Temu takrat nismo rekli emo. Niti shoe-gazing. Takrat je to bil navaden dark. En mojih najljubših sweet & sour bandov iz študentskih let. Brata Reid plus Bobby Gillespie na bobnih. Po 10 letih pavze so od 2007 spet na turneji. Na prvem koncertu se jim je na odru pridružila Scarlett Johansson. Ladies and gentlemen – The Jesus And Mary Chain:

The best of – in reverse chronological order

1989: Automatic – Blues From The Gun YouTube slika preogleda

1987: Darklands – Darklands: YouTube slika preogleda

1985: Psychocandy – Just Like Honey YouTube slika preogleda

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Thanks a LOT!

Nedelja, Januar 20th, 2008

MSN, 20. januar 2007.

Cast (in order of appearance): Kat – Kat Mr Mojo – Mr Mojo

The events depicted in this post are fictitious. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental.

      Kat says (17:09): ej ampak zdj v teh par tednih mi niti enkrat ni ratal da bi našla kak dobr plac z dušo niti za kavo, kosilo, žur… Kat says (17:09): ful ne vem kaj se dogaja z ljubljano Kat says (17:09): čist mi je zabederal tole učeri Mr Mojo says (17:09): ti jaz povem? Kat says (17:09): no dj Mr Mojo says (17:09): eu Mr Mojo says (17:09): protikadilski zakon Mr Mojo says (17:09): new world order Mr Mojo says (17:09): cela štala Mr Mojo says (17:09): ne samo ljubljana, povsod bo kmal tkole Mr Mojo says (17:10): povsod ista štala Kat says (17:10): vem, ja Mr Mojo says (17:10): ne bomo več imel kam spizdit Kat says (17:10): ful si ne predstavljam kako bo u lizboni zdj k pridem Kat says (17:10): baje so že ful kul placov zaprl Mr Mojo says (17:10): zakaj zaprli? Kat says (17:10): tko v enem tednu Kat says (17:10): razne higienske fore Mr Mojo says (17:10): ?? Kat says (17:10): pa oni so tut ta zakon dubl Mr Mojo says (17:11): aja? Kat says (17:11): protikadilski Mr Mojo says (17:11): kdaj pa? Kat says (17:11): za novo leto Mr Mojo says (17:11): shit Kat says (17:11): in še ene druge Kat says (17:11): in kr zapirajo place k so tam že stoletja Mr Mojo says (17:11): vse gre v kurac Kat says (17:11): literally Mr Mojo says (17:11): jap Kat says (17:11): ja ful

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Kreteni, budale, moroni in norci

Sreda, Januar 9th, 2008

Sprašujejo me, kako se mi da. Odkod jemljem energijo. Sej vem, da je verjetno zaman. Vem tudi zakaj. Najbrž verjamem, da vseeno niso tako zelo močni. I should know better. Že pred 20 leti mi je Umberto lepo povedal.

“I work for a publishing company. We deal with both lunatics and nonlunatics. After a while an editor can pick out the lunatics right away. If somebody brings up the Templars, he’s almost always a lunatic.” “Don’t I know! Their name is legion. But not ALL lunatics talk about the Templars. How do you identify the others?” “I’ll explain. By the way, what’s your name?” “Casaubon.” “Casaubon. Wasn’t he a character in MIDDLEMARCH?” “I don’t know. There was also a Renaissance philologist by that name, but we’re not related.” “The next round’s on me. Two more, Pilade. All right, then. There are four kinds of people in this world: cretins, fools, morons, and lunatics.” “And that covers everybody?” “Oh, yes, including us. Or at least me. If you take a good look, everybody fits into one of these categories. Each one of us is sometimes a cretin, a fool, a moron, or a lunatic. A normal person is just a reasonable mix of these components, these four ideal types.” “Idealtypen.” “Very good. You know German?” “Enough for bibliographies.” “When I was in school, if you knew German, you never graduated. You just spent your life knowing German. Nowadays I think that happens with Chinese.” “My German’s poor, so I’ll graduate. But let’s get back to your typology. What about geniuses? Einstein, for example?” “A genius uses one component in a dazzling way, fueling it with the others.” … “Look, don’t take me to literally. I’m not trying to put the universe in order. I’m just saying what a lunatic is from the point of view of a publishing house. Mine is an ad-hoc definition.” … Now then: cretins. Cretins don’t even talk; they sort of slobber and stumble. You know the guy who presses the ice cream cone against his forehead, or enters a revolving door the wrong way.” “That’s not possible.” “It is for a cretin. Cretins are of no interest to us; they never come to publishers’ offices. So let’s forget about them.” “Let’s.” “Being a fool is more complicated. It’s a form of social behavior. A fool is one who always talks outside his glass.” “What do you mean?” “Like this.” He pointed at the counter near his glass. “He wants to talk about what’s in the glass, but somehow or other he misses. He’s the guy who puts his foot in his mouth. For example, he says how’s your lovely wife to someone whose wife has just left him.” “Yes, I know a few of those.” “Fools are in great demand, especially on social occasions. They embarrass everyone but provide material for conversation. In their positive form, they become diplomats. Talking outside the glass when someone else blunders helps to change the subject. But fools don’t interest us, either. They are never creative, their talent is all second-hand, so they don’t submit manuscripts to publishers. Fools don’t claim that cats bark, but they talk about cats when everyone else is talking about dogs. They offend all the rules of conversation, and when they really offend, they’re magnificent. It’s a dying breed, the embodiment of all the bourgeois virtues. What they really need is a Verdurin salon or even a chez Guermantes. Do you students still read such things?” “I do.” “Well, a fool is a Joachim Murat reviewing his officers. He sees one from Martinique covered with medals. ‘Vous êtes nègres?’ Murat asks. ‘Oui, mon général!’ the man answers. And Murat says: ‘Bravo, bravo, continuez!’ And so on. You follow me? Forgive me, but tonight I’m celebrating a historic decision in my life. I’ve stopped drinking. Another round? Don’t answer, you’ll make me feel guilty. Pilade!” “What about morons?” “Ah. Morons never do the wrong thing. They get their reasoning wrong. Like the fellow who says all dogs are pets and all dogs bark, and cats are pets, too, and therefore cats bark. Or that all Athenians are mortal, and all citizens of Piraeus are mortal, so all the citizens of Piraeus are Athenians.” “Which they are.” “Yes, but only accidentally. Morons will occasionally say something that’s right, but they say it for the wrong reason.” “You mean it’s okay to say something that’s wrong as long as the reason is right.” “Of course. Why else go to the trouble of being a rational animal?” “All great apes evolved from lower life forms, man evolved from lower life forms, therefore man is a great ape.” “Not bad. In such statements you suspect that something’s wrong, but it takes work to show what and why. Morons are tricky. You can spot the fool right away (not to mention the cretin), but the moron reasons almost the way you do; the gap is infinitesimal. A moron is a master of paralogism. For an editor, it’s bad news. It can take him an eternity to identify a moron. Plenty of morons’ books are published, because they’re convincing at first glance. An editor is not required to weed out the morons. If the Academy of Sciences doesn’t do it, why should he?” “Philosophers don’t either. Saint Anslem’s ontological arguments is moronic, for example. God must exist because I can conceive Him as a being perfect in all ways, including existence. The saint confuses existence in thought with existence in reality.” “True, but Gaunilon’s refutation is moronic, too. I can think of an island in the sea even if the island doesn’t exist. He confuses thinking of the possible with thinking of necessary.” “A duel between morons.” “Exactly. And God loves every minute of it. He chose to be unthinkable only to prove that Anslem and Gaunilon were morons. What a sublime purpose for creation, or for that act by which God willed himself to be: to unmask cosmic moronism.” “We’re surrounded by morons.” “Everyone’s a moron—save me and thee. Or—I wouldn’t want to offend—save thee. “Somehow I feel that Gödel’s theorem has something to do with all this.” “I wouldn’t know, I’m a cretin. Pilade!” “My round.” “We’ll split it. Epimenides the Cretan says all Cretans are liars. It must be true, because he’s a Cretan himself and knows his countrymen well.” “That’s moronic thinking.” “Saint Paul. Epistle to Titus. On the other hand, those who call Epimenides a liar have to think all Cretans aren’t, but Cretans don’t trust Cretans, therefore no Cretan calls Epimenides a liar.” “Isn’t that moronic thinking?” “You decide. I told you, they are hard to identify. Morons can even win the Nobel Prize.” “Hold on. Of those who don’t believe God created the world in seven days, some are not fundamentalists, but of those who do believe God created the world in seven days, some are. Therefore, of those who don’t believe God created the world in seven days, some are fundamentalists. How’s that?” “My god—to use the mot juste—I wouldn’t know. A moronism or not?” “It is, definitely, even if it were true. Violates one of the laws of syllogism; universal conclusions cannot be drawn from two particulars.” “And what if you were a moron?” “I’d be in excellent, venerable company.” “You’re right. And perhaps, in a logical system different from ours, our moronism is wisdom. The whole history of logic consists of attempts to define an acceptable notion of moronism. A task too immense. Every great thinker is someone else’s moron.” “Thought as the coherent expression of moronism.” “But what is moronism to one is incoherence to another.” “Profound. It’s two o’clock, Pilade’s about to close , and we still haven’t got to the lunatics.” “I’m getting there. A lunatic is easily recognized. He is a moron who doesn’t know the ropes. The moron proves his thesis; he has a logic, however twisted it may be. The lunatic, on the other hand, doesn’t concern himself at all with logic; he works by short circuits. For him, everything proves everything else. The lunatic is all idée fixe, and whatever he comes across confirms his lunacy. You can tell him by the liberties he takes with common sense, by his flash of inspiration, and by the fact that sooner or later, he brings up the Templars.” “Invariably?” “There are lunatics who don’t bring up the Templars, but those who do are the most insidious. At first they seem normal, then all of a sudden . . .”
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