These are my twisted words...

Radiohead - (In Memory of) Harry Patch/These Are My Twisted Words (track review)

Radiohead seems to have taken a liking to releasing songs individually (and usually free of charge) and over the internet. The always inventive Radiohead certainly have used the internet to their advantage in the ongoing war between the recording industry and the digital world (pirated or otherwise). Their 2007 release, In Rainbows, let fans decide how much they wanted to pay for it, even if it was nothing (I myself paid $5 for it; a reasonable price in my opinion). Supposedly, they made more money off of that as far as sales go than all their previous albums, which all sold pretty well for an 'alternative' band.

Over the summer, Radiohead has put out a couple of songs for more or less nothing. The first entitled "(In Memory Of) Harry Patch" (a tribute to the last surviving World War I veteran of the same name who recently died) was sold for a mere 1 pound, with all proceeds donated to the British Legion. The other, a song entitled "These Are My Twisted Words" was leaked on August 12, but officially released by the band on the 17th free of charge. According to stereokill.net, Radiohead have been hard at work on a new album since around May, although further speculation has stated that the band may be releasing more EPs as opposed to full albums.

Regardless of what direction Radiohead takes as far as releases go, they certainly have no shortage of good material, as these two new songs indicate. I'm always waiting to hear a Radiohead song that will leave me cold or disappoint me to the point where I lose interest, but save for a couple of average tracks on Amnesiac and the more electronic songs on Hail to the Thief, their output from OK Computer on has always floored me. These two new tracks certainly are not disappointing. "Harry Patch" is layered in rich, beautiful orchestration which is funereal without being somber, and also contains a sublime vocal delivery by Thom Yorke. It's reminiscent of "Motion Picture Soundtrack," but in the case of Harry Patch, this song could be played during his biopic's ending credits (if one is ever made on him, that is). "These Are My Twisted Words" is composed primarily of a hypnotic guitar riff and Neu!-influenced drumming that creates a very trance-esque mood through its 5-and-a-half minutes.

Radiohead has done it again! Whenever they are working new material, it finds a way to leak out one way or another, whether it be by an eager fan recording a live show where they premiere a slew of new songs or the band previewing some new material. And I, being the curious and eager fan, always spend hours listening to whatever new sounds Radiohead is dabbling in. Very few bands this day in age have that affect on me, and very few bands can have the same momentum as Radiohead. Aside from a few songs that were simply OK (no pun intended) on some of their albums starting with The Bends, the band has been pretty much on a creative kick that has not soured or gone stale for almost 15 years. And they always have me craving more...

Fear and Impermeability

In my hometown of Stratford, CT, there was a small protest of universal health care; nothing like those mobs you see on the news, there were maybe 5 or 6 six protesters. Me and a couple of friends went there and basically asked questions and gave them our views on it. The protesters ranged from people who were really well informed on political issues, to older people who already hate Medicare, to a lady who looked like Ann Coulter if she took really bad care of herself (and even shared her rheotic regarding opposing viewpoints). Either way, the best thing to do when examning political issues, in my opinion, is to talk to people who share different views, respectfully debate with them if your opinions differ, and get in their heads. And I'm glad I did because most protests are marred by people screaming at each other, and leads to name calling and misunderstanding on a very grandiose level.

There were a few protesters I honestly pitied. They honestly believed in the so-called "death panels" that Sarah Palin has circulated across the media (nice way of following your own advice about making things up, half-term governor extraordinare!). They were getting up there in age (one of them was 71), and they actually had signs speaking of genocide towards sick old people due to the cost of taking care of them. They misinterpreted the "end of life" counseling. They think that doctors will be forced to talk you into death, but that's not true. Seniors will have the option to refuse end-of-life counseling, and there are a lot of things regarding end-of-life counseling, such as living wills, what course you want to take as far as treatment goes, and the inevitability that people fear (understandably) that one day a person will reach the end of the road. Obama does not want to kill your grandma! There was a man who was spearheading a campaign to get rid of Senator Chris Dodd in 2010, which to me seems kind of inappropriate since he's currently battling prostate cancer (they caught it early and he's OK, but still). Him and I talked for a while, and he was pretty nonpartisan and said that he wanted BOTH Republicans and Democrats out of office. I didn't agree with a lot of what he said, but he seemed like a good guy.

Yet there were a couple who were just jingoistic, and I avoided dialogue with. Case in point, a young man came and debated with them, and explained on how he lived in a country where socialized medicine was in effect (Russia) and how easy it was. And this lady (the Ann Coulter-esque woman I told of earlier) was like "Then why don't you go back there? I'll pay for your ticket back!" and asked if he was a Communist. By then he was ready to leave to meet up with a fiend, and as he was walking away he said "What if I am?!?!" Pretty bold move. Of course she and this other fat guy in suspenders carrying a DON"T TREAD ON ME flag were like "He's a Communist!" By then the 'protest' had died down, and I wasn't in the mood to go in the whole debate on whether or not what they knew what Communism and socialism were other than what FOX News and conservative politicians tell them. Last night at the bookstore I started to brush up again on Communism, and I'm gonna do some research on this issue because supposedly next week they'll be protesting again, and it's always good to be more informed on political issues. I can't say I've fully delved into the health care plan.

I wish I had brought my camera with me, but I just drove by it and my friends and I extemporaneously went to see what they were selling. Most of them agreed with one thing though; the current health care system needs to be reformed, and to my pleasant surprise, most of them didn't like Bush or McCain either. I only wished that they didn't buy into the right-wing fueled misconceptions that are plaguing this bill.

Another classic example of right-wing hypocrisy; I was watching Rachel Maddow last night before I went to bed, and Palin, Limbaugh and Gingrich, the unholy trifecta, are opposed to living wills as proposed in the health care bill. However, they supported them in the past and even pitched it in various advertisements and political spiels. Sarah Palin even pointed out their importance and declared 4/16/08 to be Health Care Decision Day in the Frontier State, in which she emphasized the importance of living wills, the thing she is now calling evil. Limbaugh pitched a commercial for a company that specialized in living wills (which he is now blasting like a stick of dynamite on his radio show), and Gingrich backed Palin on her 'death panel' claims, yet stated he has a living will and a power of attorney. I don't see living wills as a way to try to kill off the elderly. My dad and stepmother have one, my mom has one (and the 3 aforementioned people's average age is 56.67 years), and it's important to have dialogue about end-of-life care in case you reach a state in which you can't speak for yourself and there's no squabble over what you may have wanted as you reach the end of your life.

Fond Memories of John Hughes

John Hughes, the quintessential 80s film director and writer departed from this world courtesy of a heart attack. He wasn't too old (59), but he left behind a legacy of great films that were just good. They didn't need to be artsy, or have some deep existential meaning or full of ridiculous special effects. He could just conjure up plots of average Americans, families, teenagers, going through everyday dysfunctional bullshit, but he created his own vision on suburban America, and it worked repeatedly.

My earliest memories of John Hughes started when I was 4 or 5. My family loved Uncle Buck, starring the late John Candy (another actor who died way too soon of a heart attack) and a pre-Home Alone Maculay Culkin. Me being a young lad, I didn't get much of the subplot and the conflicts (family tragedy, teenage rebel vs parent, slacker uncle, relationships, etc.) but the movie was hilarious, and I still get a hoot out of it.



The year after that, Home Alone came out and the American moviegoing public lost its collective shit. You think the premiere of those recent Star Wars/Lord of the Rings/Harry Potter movies were mobscenes? My grandma attempted to take my sister and I to see Home Alone a week or so after it came out and tickets were sold out. I think this happened to us twice, if I remember correctly. It's the first movie I remember seeing more than once in theaters. My friend saw it 5 times in theaters.

When I was a teenager, I got more into John Hughes' angsty teenager-in-distress movies (what teeanger didn't?). I thought Sixteen Candles and Pretty in Pink were a bit too girly for my tastes. Weird Science was pretty cool (I still wish Kelly LeBrock would show up in my shower!). I didn't like Ferris Bueller's Day Off, but that's because I have a deep-rooted hatred for Matthew Broderick, and I thought th plot was kind of silly. The Breakfast Club, on the other hand, is one of those movies I still watch when it comes on network TV regardless of how many times I see it and regardless of how silly the swears sound when they're dubbed over (i.e.: Judd Nelson's impersonation of life at home with his father). The plot is far-fetched, at least from my experiences. Saturday detentions at my school didn't allow talking, and whoever supervised them were on your ass like a tight pair of briefs (so I've heard; I never got one myself). That and I never saw a gothic misfit get transformed and made over by a cheerleader and walk off in the arms of the star of the wrestling team. Nonetheless, Hughes' vision of the film was certainly idealistic, and if teenagers of different backgrounds and social cliques were locked in a room and forced to interact with each other, who knows? Maybe high school wouldn't be such a hellish nightmare.

As a writer and director, John Hughes was not exactly Scorcese. But he didn't need to be. Many of his movies have aged well, even if some of them are dated as hell as far as imagery goes. Along with the demise of Michael Jackson, I feel like my youth has died yet again in some ways.

A Recap of a Pretty Bizarre Summer (thus far)

According to the news, only two people exist in the world; Michael Jackson and Sarah Palin. Michael Jackson died almost a month ago, and I must say I definitely felt like a part of my childhood went with him (and I'm sure the same can be said for anyone who grew up in the 1980s). Sarah Palin resigned as governor of Alaska a couple of weeks ago and all people can talk about is what she will do next (hopefully she'll disappear in a cave in Wasilla and never be heard from again).

I haven't blogged in well over a month (bad boy), and a lot has happened that I should at least comment on, if not write an entire spiel on.

First: Iran. The revolution will not be televised according to the Iranian government, but it will be YouTubed and Twittered by daring dissenters. Tragically, Neda will be a symbol of rebellion the same way the guy who stood up to the tanks in Tiananmen Square was a symbol back in 1989.

Then... every celebrity under the ace of the earth (seemingly, anyway) dying.

First to go was Ed McMahon, but he was pretty old. Then Farrah Fawcett sadly lost her battle with cancer.

Then when I was at the DMV one sweltering Thursday afternoon getting my driver's license renewed, my finace's mom calls me and tells me that Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, had a heart attack and died. I was in shock, and admittedly, I revisited the old Michael Jackson albums I listened to and loved as a little kid. Bad and Thriller were fuckin' great... never had a copy of Off the Wall as a kid and never bothered checking it out, but I guess now's a good time as any to check it out. Dangerous had a few good songs. But his music pretty much was overshadowed by the fact that he was a freak (the Reverend Al Sharpton said that he wasn't a freak, but a genius, but what he doesn't get is that the two are like peanut butter and jelly).

With that said, I feel bad for Farrah Fawcett. Not only because her death, I'm sure, was pretty agonizing, but the fact that she didn't even get a full news cycle to herself because some other celebrtiy had to die. And, of course, it had to be perhaps THE biggest celebrity ever. Not that I don't feel bad for Jacko: his life was pretty unstable. But it's getting to the level where if I hear another news story about him, or his will, or his kids, or his financial status, Imma dig him and kill him again.

Then Billy Mays dies... ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!! Truth be told, his voice irritated me to no end and I oftentimes said that I would kill him (jokingly of course). I find it weird on my birthday. Not that I'm glad he's dead... but him dying on my birthday would be like if Bill O'Reilly died on Kieth Olbermann's birthday; he probably wouldn't be glad of it, but there is a speck of sick joy buried down there somewhere. And tonight, I actually saw a Billy Mays commercial... not even as a tribute, just a regular commercial. Pretty weird.

And Sarah Palin resigns as governor of Alaska. Retarded move if she wants to run for higher office cuz any opponent of hers would throw "RESIGNATION" in her face faster than a question over Sarah Palin's head. But she won't shut up! And no one in the news will shut up about her!

And, of course, politics are a mess, but I won't get into that now.

So far this has been one of the weirdest months I've experienced in my life....

The Rise and Fall of a Band Called Van Halen and Two Dutch-born Douchebags from Pasadena

Another ridiculously long title for this blog entry could also be called "How Michael Anthony Got Dissed, Not Only In Real Life, But In the Virtual World of Music-Related Video Games."

Once upon a time, there was a band called Van Halen. They started in the mid 1970s in California and were eventually discovered by Gene Simmons. They release their first album in 1978, and introduced the world to a new dynamic guitarist (Eddie Van Halen), a new dynamic frontman (David Lee Roth), the guitarist's brother who is a pretty damn good drummer (Alex Van Halen) and a bass player who may not be Geddy Lee but provided some pretty solid background vocals (Michael Anthony). They sell lots of records, they do lots of drugs, they get lots of pussy, Eddie marries Valerie Bertinelli (or Valerie Bertnernie as Peter Griffin calls her), and they make a boat load of cold hard cash. Fast forward to 1985. David Lee Roth exits the group under murky and questionable (still to this day) circumstances, but the band reconvenes with a new lead singer, Sammy Hagar. This changes the band's sound drastically, dividing many fans yet winning new ones, they still sell a lot of albums, they still get pussy and drugs... Eddie becomes a drunk... Then around 1996, the Van Halen story becomes a soap opera that still throbs like a thumb that got hit by a sledgehammer. Hagar quits/gets fired (depends on who you ask), Roth is let back in for about 5 minutes, they hire the singer from Extreme as the new lead singer, they make a bad album, the Extreme guy quits, nothing happens for about 5 years, then they reunite with Hagar, that lasts about a week or so, Eddie gets cancer, Eddie enters rehab, Sammy still kicks it solo, Michael Anthony kicks out the jams with him a few times, Van Halen reunites with Roth, tour becomes very successful, bands gets inducted into the R&R Hall of Fame, Sammy & Mike form a new supergroup with Joe Satriani and the drummer from the Chili Peppers...

Wait back up.

OK.

It's pretty much a known fact that Michael Anthony is no longer in Van Halen. He is replaced by none other than Eddie Van Halen's son, Wolfgang. So now the Van Halen saga has shifted gears. It used to be a war of words between the exiled lead singer and Eddie Van Halen, and now it's an ongoing battle between the bass player who stuck by the band for 30 years as pretty much a Yoda-esque force and Eddie Van Halen who clearly is the Darth Vader of the group. Eddie asserts that he quit, like he always does probably to cover his ass to disguise the already known fact that he's pretty much a dictator. Michael Anthony, however, says that when Van Halen reunited with Roth, he found out when the fans found out and he did not get an offer to join them on tour, and he was replaced by a fat kid with a silver spoon up his ass less than half his age. Then as tour plans are announced, it has become known that Michael Anthony has been getting the raw deal by the Van Halen brothers for about the last decade. Supposedly on that one album with the Extreme guy, he only played on 3 songs on it (which, in retrospect, isn't so bad considering that album was an abortion and a half), and Eddie didn't want Anthony to join the band on their 2004 reunion tour with Hagar; Hagar, however, refused to do the tour if Anthony was not on board, so Anthony was basically paid the same as a session musician and not as a member of a highly influential hard rock band.

And here's the real shitty part:

About a day after the band announced their reunion with David Lee Roth, their original website was updated and it showed the album covers of their six albums with Roth, two of which feature a picture of the band on their cover (their debut and 1980's Women and Children First). Turns out someoned (probably Eddie) removed Michael Anthony from those album covers and replaced his image w/ that of Wolfgang Van Halen. What a way to try to erase history; are you gonna pull an Ozzy and have Wolfgang rerecord the bass lines, asshole? Anyway, after much protest from fans, the website was redone a day later and Anthony was back on those album covers again.

Now, to further add insult to injury, Van Halen is getting their own Guitar Hero game, and reports are saying that both Anthony and Sammy Hagar are not represented in the game. There are no digitized images of the two ex-members (the same way the late Cliff Burton did not get a digitized figure on Guitar Hero: Metallica, and if I remember correctly, neither did Jason Newsted). The previews show both the modern band, and a 1984 representation of the band (with spandex pants, long hair, the whole shebang), and Wolfgang (who was but a gleam in Eddie Van Halen's drunken bloodshot eye in 1984) is in both versions of the band; another clever way to try to erase history.

Michael Anthony is not exactly the greatest bass player in the world. My friends and I back in high school (who were all pretty big VH fans) often said that he was the luckiest guy in the world next to Ringo Starr. But he was a good background vocalist, and in fact, their most recent tour had a backing track for background vocals because Eddie & Alex (and probably Wolfgang) are not known for their excellent vocal skills; in fact, Eddie's attempt at lead voals are largely maligned by the band, considering that they were on that horrible Gary Cherone-lead album. Despite his lack of musical virtuosity, Anthony has proven to be a class act through all of this. Anthony & Sammy Hagar were the only two members to show up at Van Halen's induction to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (when they weren't even in the band anymore) and Anthony had nothing but nice words to say about his ex-bandmates. He doesn't really badmouth Eddie or anyone else in interviews even if he has every right to, he toured with the band even when Eddie didn't want him to and he took a major deduction in his pay, and before he was ejected he stuck with the band through all of the drama anad bullshit.

Eddie Van Halen said that since Michael Anthony went and played some shows with Sammy Hagar, while Eddie was sitting at home with his fingers up his ass and getting wasted, he quit Van Halen. Yet in an earlier interview he said that "You can't be in two bands at once," which contradicts the whole "he quit" statement, nevermind the fact that that statement is complete bullshit. Phil Collins balanced both a solo career out while he was in Genesis, Maynard James Keenan played in Tool & A Perfect Circle at the same time, Aaron Turner plays in both Isis and Old Man Gloom, the list goes on. Michael Anthony said that he played those shows with Sammy because he didn't want to sit at home and do nothing and wait for a call from Eddie to do something. Eddie says that he has like 10 albums worth of new material, but none of it has seen the light of day, and Van Halen did like 3 tours of rehashing their old hits.

I can understand that Michael Anthony appearing with Sammy Hagar is a pretty lame career move, because, let's face it, Sammy Hagar is a pretty lame guy. His work with Van Halen contained a lot of sappy ballads (which wasn't entirely his idea). Ironically, though, the ballads were better than when Hagar tried rocking with the band. Seriously, some of his lyrics in some of the heavier Van Hagar songs make Paul Stanley's lyrics read like Paradise Lost. However, he didn't deserve what happened to him, and how people still support Van Halen and give them money, while knowing how lucid the abnd's assholeness and douchebaggery is, is beyond me. It breaks my heart because I grew up really liking Van Halen, but I have officially disowned them at this point.

On the next Sick Sad World!!!!!!

I don't agree with abortion 100% of the time... actually, now I do. I'm nothing short of a misanthrope at this time. Shit, if you're 8.75 months pregnant with a little demon, get it scraped out because... yeah.

OK, perhaps I'm being too harsh here.

But whatever side of the abortion fence you sit on, one thing must be certain; the murder of an abortion doctor, most recently the murder of George Tiller (in a CHURCH, fercryinoutloud!), is abominable. By killing a person who was very much alive, had a birthday, had a family and all that shit (Social Security number, in the books, etc.; whereas, let's face it, fetuses DON'T), whether it be an abortion doctor or a young child or an old woman crossing the street, that is a worse crime than killing a fetus and it directly contradicts the term "pro-life." Though, our last president was "pro-life" and sent thousands of men and women off to die in a bullshit war, and in turn, had a bunch of civilians killed...

Now, another Christian nutjob is coming out saying that he is praying for the death of President Obama.

Listen in to the madness:


Yeah, I know it was broadcasted on Fox News Radio, but even the guy interviewing this Pastor Wiley Drake (sounds like a fuckin cartoon character) seems to be flabbergasted and appaled by what he is saying. Supposedly, this guy has openly engaged in imprecatory prayer against the current president.

Shouldn't this guy be in jail? If Tim Robbins or Michael Moore (or someone even more left than them) came out 6 or 7 years ago and said that they hoped that George W. Bush would die, they would have been sent to Guantanamo! Shit, they might have been executed! The right would yell out treason or sedition for such an act! Now, this nutjob gets on the radio and spews out that he is praying for the death of Obama?

In all honesty, I have spewed out anti-GOP fervor for years, in LiveJournal entries, in this blog, in my high school newspaper, amongst my friends, everywhere. I think that Dubya is one of the 5 worst presidents ever, I think Palin is an idiot, I think Rush Limbaugh is a fat piece of shit. But I have never wished death upon them. I have never prayed for it (not like I believe in such deities anyway), I have never suggested that an assassin should end their lives, I have never wished it for even a second because that would be wrong. I hated every second that Bush was in office, but I never wished him dead. I wished that he would get impeached or defeated in elections, but never dead.

And that brings me to another point I haven't written about, and it's old news now, but I need to say this: I think Rush Limbaugh stating thast he hopes for Obama to fail is downright treasonous and hateful, and exemplifies fawlessly another GOP double-standard. What if someone from NPR or Janeane Garofalo said back in 2002 that they hoped that Bush would fail? Rush would have been on that mic faster than his mouth on a dozen Krispy Kremes and called for some heads on sticks! Now, Limbaugh hopes that Obama fails, and he's a fuckin hero to the few GOP loyalists they got left, and he's enjoying a resurgence in popularity!!!! I may have disliked Bush but I never wanted him to fail either. I wanted him to succeed. I don't like feeling rage and anger towards the leader of my country. I hoped that Bush would prove that he wasn't the overpriviledged fuck-up of one of the most powerful families in American politics (not like his dad was much better) and his fraudulent at best administration would produce some good out of it. But he didn't and I knew it wasn't. But I never hoped for it. I stayed up all night on 11/2/2004 hoping that John Kerry would nab Ohio's 20 electoral votes to win the election, sure, but that's different. Completely different. My point is; if your president fails, your country certainly does not benefit from it much. But that doesn't make a difference to Mr. Bouncy Man; either way he'll earn $37 million a year.

My New Political Hero: Jesse Ventura

As of today, June 1, 2009, my inactivity on this blog has drawn to a close. Why? Cuz I says so!!!!

Lately, I've been retuning in to the lovely and ever-so-volatile world of American politics: How, ever since the inauguration of Obama, the GOP has devolved into a smear-machine. How Rush Limbaugh (Mr. Bouncy-Bouncy, as Olbermann would call him) now has become nothing short of a voice and a media channel for the GOP. How right-wing attacks about Obama (besides the false claims that he's heading this country into a realm of socialism, as opposed to the fascism Bush could have very well lead us into) have degenerated to what kind of mustard he likes on his burgers. Never mind the fact that the Democrats don't entirely come out smelling like a rose either with Nancy Pelosi.

In the midst of all this political balderdash comes a voice of reason from an unlikely source: a former pro-wrestler turned one-term governor. Jesse Ventura. Up until now, I haven't followed his political career and if you had asked me on what his views were I wouldn't have been able to tell you. He's an independent, aligned with the Libertarian Party; socially liberal, fiscally conservative. He has a reputation for some rather controversial views, such as ending the embargo on Cuba, and legalizing drugs. If you were to listen to his arguments on why those events should happen, his answers are so simple it basically borders on common sense, which I respect the hell out of.

Lately, he has been making the rounds on television everywhere from Larry King Live to the View, and he is highly critical of the Bush Administration and how they authorized the use of torture. Turns out during his training as a Navy SEAL, Ventura himself was waterboarded and pretty much sets the record straight that it does create the sensation that you are drowning and you don't necessarily have an idea of whether or not you'll survive it.

Here's Venutra on Larry King Live where he expresses his views on Obama, Bush, Cheney, waterboarding. Kudos to him for not judging Obama by saying that it's too early to tell how he's doing.


Here he is on The View, and watch the blonde conservative dumbass get "pwned"


And here he is duking it out verbally w/ Sean Hannity. Pretty easy to say that Ventura schooled his ass too.


You know, I wouldn't mind if he ran for president in 2016. We need more politicans like Jesse Ventura out there; no holds-barred, sticking to his own guns without caring about what the public's perceptions of his actions may be.

I started reading his latest book, Don't Start the Revolution Without Me. I'm about halfway done. It's an excellent book so far. It bounces back and forth, focusing on his trip to Mexico (where he now lives for about half the year), his ascent in wrestling, his governorship in Minnesota, and his overall views on political issues. Really compelling and interesting personality.

I also started reading Tear Down This Myth by Will Bunch, which pretty much downplays Ronald Reagan's legacy for what it really was; he didn't singlehandedly end the Cold War, his tax cuts more than anything else helped usher in the financial mess we're in now due to greedy CEO & Wall Street assholes leeching off the middle class, and his popularity wasn't all it was cracked up to be despite winning 49 states in 1984 (due to the Democrats, in their infinite wisdom, running Walter Mondale, the VP of Jimmy Carter; smart one, guys!).

I went on two trips recently to various parts of the country, but that will be for my next post.