Taxpayers
My band played for peeps last night for the first time. It was a trainwreck.Hopefully it was just the jitters on the part of the lead vocalist and can be fixed. We're better than we played last night, but I'm not willing to spend time while singer boy figures out how to transfer his natural charisma into stage presence. He's got to get that in line pronto.
The Mello Outs where great, they had a great surf/ surf punk mix. The Decliners lead singer was doing his best Greg Graffin impression, which always gets high marks in my book, I'm a giant Bad Religion fan. Pi, the chicka that is Heartache Pagoda is a noise artist, and she played the steel bowl of water and copper pipe, YAY! We collected a couple of boxes of food, but next time I'm backing Dustin's (from the Mello Outs) plan and holding a Bombs Not Food benefit.
posted by nate @ 10:34 AM
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Maybe food for bombs. It might turn out better than the food for oil fiasco. You take the proceeds from selling the donated canned foods, and sent it to militant regimes in Africa, or the PLO.
Excellent!
Congradulations, Nathan. Much is surmounted merely by mounting the stage.
How about doobs for moobs?
Corgratulations, rather.
How about: "Spell check for train wrecks?"
Why "The Taxpayers?" Was "The Ditto-Heads" taken?
Obviously that name was choosen so it could be critiqued by anonymous parties on the internet. Or because singer boy already had that myspace account. I can't remember which.
Now, don't be so damn sensitive. There is so much in a name. I'd hate for you to get burned on a counter-cultural moniker, lest we forget that, to quote Steely Dan: "The old regime is falling!" And, not to get 'meta' on ya', but you are parroting your mother's misuse of the word: 'Criticize,' is the good old fashioned verb form of the word. 'Critique,' is a specialized noun form, referring to a type of literature. Briefly, in the late seventies, this misuse was common, especially among the sleek (read: pharmaceutically enhanced, spandex sporting) set of the time. Terri has kept this holdover from that era like much of her wardrobe. This is an example of illiterate psuedo-sophistication, and moreover rankles. Jeez, if only I had found the guts to correct her years ago, but she was a waitress and I was a starvling, alas. Now, I realize life is not worth bearing up under such mis-locutions. If a band's name isn't suitable for public review, then what is?
This said, those who (attempt to) raise their penury, IMHO, to the status of a political philosophy, by whining about having to pay taxes, should be asphixiated by bonch. Their luckless mothers probably made it to hospital to bear them by public thoroughfare, and if they had souls, along with their mouths and anuses, would see their obligation to contribute to the onward march of civilization, through taxation, was a privilege and accept this with good cheer.
Why just the other day, I was arguing with a fellow Westerner of yours, on this very same interweb, patiently pointing out how we in the civilized East subsidize the South and non-Californian West, through federal taxation, while they pout about taxes, when a third party chimed in that my rhetorical opponent had had his skull jizzed upon so often and severely by Rush Limbaugh, that he was developing a bald spot! Which, while a crude allusion, did provoke mirth in me.
How is the pate doing these days?
You should, I believe, disregard my example, and refrain from being so reactive. Stop and think: Why would anyone make such a grasping and derivative criticism anyway? The answer is monotonically quotidian: Jealousy.
I will never play an instrument. My aspirations to wear pants with a belt or have teeth will probably go unanswered. I will never hold a job nor graduate university. My ability to deal with my inferiority is diminishing with even greater rapidity than my eyesight. I will never again, if I ever have (and if so, it was only on the chess board) compete on the square, regarding any topic, with anyone. Not every challenge need be addressed, some are too petty for your consideration. I have never represented capital. The only job I have ever worked was a pre-ordered sham arranged by my father to trick me out of joining the military. This lasted for five months in 1979. I have an untreatable skull infection from what your mother and my father have forced me to do over the years. Again, my congratulations.
Those who are obliged to parry every challenge are narcissists. 'Narcissist,' is an unduly ugly word. What it means is that a person has developed in such a manner that they have abandoned self-defense, having concluded that this is unattainable, and thereby settle for familial defense. Confucius, I think, stated that the family was the 'ultimate element of society.' This trope emanates from primitive man. In classical society, if one's family developed a bad reputation, the lot were moribund. This then, is a fate worse than an individual's death. This is the force that can drive a man into silence, or worse, babbling.
Like my brother, your uncle, you are a very fine guitarist. Music runs strong in our family. I think you have the talent, should you shed your appeasing nature, to go wherever you choose in this field. I read the obituary of a lady Olympian the other day -- she said that: "A dream without a plan is merely a wish." How true.
Money is a 'secondary psychological motivator,' according to the shrink community. The idea here is that primitive man didn't have it, so we only know in our minds that we need it, not in our hearts. As a gedanken, meditate upon all that you have not done, and not said, because you were devoid of fiscal means at the moment. Also, the fights you have avoided because you knew your family would not back you up during the aftermath. Patton tells us: "Real men love to fight." What is an irreal man? If you can force yourself to answer these questions, you will see that money has far greater ontological implications than our culture customarily allows for.
I implore you all: Strive to build choice into your lives. Imagine your way outside of the moralizations of those who would enslave you. As JC says: "Its later than you think." Although I cannot stip that he is the originator of this phrase. He had a divine penchant for artistic 'borrowing.' When he was asked if there were any classes of people summarily damned, he listed four cases: Dogs, whoremongers, those who would create a lie, those who would live a lie.
I thought you guys sounded really good that night - especially after i loaned your guitar player my guitar!! (jk)
I don't remember suggesting bombs not food, but that is a pretty good idea...
Dustin
From The Mello Outs
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