I hated the Beatles as soon as they appeared because they were too happy.I did not consume popular music between 1964 and 1976 until I heard the Sex Pistols for the first time.Finally, a new antihyppie sound had arrived that could enrage every previous musical legend.Even before being known in the United States, I remember when they took me to see the pistols out of London and how this new culture took me by surprise.The pogo! Here was the exact opposite to the cotillion dances to those who had forced me to go when I was a teenager.And the goddess Punk Jordan!OMG!It was something completely different about radical beauty standards.Your pointed hair as a statue of freedom!Those rubber and leather garments!That geometric makeup on the face.In addition, I could sing the screams as terrifying as the pistols.Divine saw Jordan only once and cried: "Now I feel one of the pile".Jordan is still alive, and coexists with his mother in a self -imposed Éminence Grise, asleep in the laurels as he deserves it for having been the first lady of the lunatic periphery of punk.No one will move you from that throne, Jordan!You are our president emeritus of the style and continue ruling like a queen.
I love punk.I feel safe in that world and, of course, I realize that it is not something new at all these days.In fact, I have host four years in a row of what is actually a punk nostalgia festival in Oakland, California, called Burger Boogaloo, brilliantly scheduled by its promoter Marc Ribak.Here, punk groups of the past (The Dwarves, The Mummies, The Damned) resurface with main artists such as Iggy Pop and Devo, and other groups less known as The Spits and The Trashwomen, which meet especially to play.This audience has no problem in any.Think about it: the punk appeared in the mid -seventies;Many of their fans are over fifty years old.I've seen grandmothers pogo there.Realize that, for some people, the fact of seeing the BuzzCocks or at 5.6.7.8’s means the same as seeing Jerry Lee Lewis and Fats Domino is something that is good for my black heart.Punk can be a classic of the past while still being threatening.
"We are of medium age and we are full of fury," I shouted jokingly from the stage in Mosswood Park before the multitude of new wave claims, but the public does not take it as a joke and responds with approval roar.There, gray punk can celebrate and relive their youth resistance for two whole days without feeling that time passed."Are they bald or skinheads?", I shout at some old people who dustred their punk garments from San Francisco, and they respond to me friendly with the older finger in the air and laughs.To throw yourself to the public?Yes, some of the almost elderly hook pins carriers would try, but in Burger Boogaloo many of the punk have a belly.Many of them are now very difficult to stop.Does it hurt more while Mosh is made fifties than twenty?
Punk always served to hide something, right?Even today, some of the youth New Wavers really cool are, in reality, deranged homosexual.Girls never look fat or ugly if they are punk;It is the perfect costume that makes all women of non -traditional beauty in calendar girls in poor key."Do you remember the last time they vomited in their wallets?", I shouted to all the "witches and ugly", as I call them in the Burger Boogaloo, and they respond, happy, that yes.Do not fuck with fags or punk girls.They will kick their ass.Or, better yet, they vomit them.
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Musical chaos is not just a privilege of youth;It is a club for all ages at which they must strive to integrate their ranks.But sometimes a little calm is needed.Classical music is not only for intellectuals.It is also for crazy people, especially when they want to be alone and escape the frenzy of being themselves.They do not need to know anything about classical music to work.They only read criticism of scholars, and if you think they may like their brains, buy or download and listen to it.They just need to make two purchases (considerable value) to feel comfortable and excited about classical music.
First get the Glenn Gould: The Complete Columbia Album Collection box.It is exhausted but you can find it online: the eighties and a remastering albums on CD with original and individual cover art, and a book of 416 pages full of photos little view.Glenn Gould is the most cool guy who has ever lived.Teacher.The greatly eccentric Canadian pianist who loved the cold weather, which stopped on the north side of any room just to make sure the temperature was lower.Yes, he murmured and hums while playing and refused to leave those songs of his recordings outside.This reluctant artist had a fetish with his broken sidewalk, picked up with tape, and wore gloves and winter clothes on stage even when he was frightening heat.He also believed that Petula Clark had the most beautiful voice of all singers.Listen to your piano recitals: elegant, sometimes agitated and always frantic, capable of reassuring an schizophrenic person, exciting a zombie, confusing a violent psychopath and making a normal person feel first disoriented and then inferior.Yes, Glenn Gould is the word with G, and I don't mean great.I want to say glamorous, a genius of the lamp, a great gramophone man with gray matter of spare.A GOULD.
The other musical purchase to make is Maria Callas.It's all they need to hear to understand opera.Any person whose best friend was Pier Paolo Pasolini and who has been left by Aristotle Onassis to marry Jackie Kennedy knows how.The Complete Studio Recordings, 1949-1969 will make them make scenes of madness once they have heard each of these seventy CDs (which include twenty-six complete operas).It takes time, but after having heard everything, they will feel that they had a musical orgasm like no other.Maria Callas was the amphetamine of the classic voices.They may have thought "to shit the opera" before having heard the voice of Callas, but once they experience their work, their prejudices will completely change.Only then will they have been penetrated by the power of the opera and that is another singing.One who can never hum.
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Many listeners of my age stopped like popular music when rap appeared, but not me.That does not mean that I like everything: the letters of the “dog, cock, weapon” styleRap Chick-Fil-A.At the same time, I have a weakness for Ol 'Dirty Bastard because - if it was well arrested for theft, murder, drug possession and a shooting with the New York Police, and then he had a fatal overdose - he was very funny when he went with ajournalist and two of his illegitimate children in a limousine to the Social Welfare Office to withdraw his check and food coupons.That's what I call a great advertising trick.
I also love Eminem, and that ex -wife of his who wore black lipstick around his mouth and eclipsed my mustache by showing some extravagance desprolija.I know that Eminem has no desire to meet me, which makes it even more a personal hero."Puke" is still my favorite song and, in fact, once I made Jill Fannon - who knew how to be my art assistant - the remixara to sound like the squirrels.I used that reversal song as my presentation music every time I took the stage to make my Christmas show.
Maybe I must make a rap nostalgia festival such as Burger Boogaloo, rescuing all my favorite fleeting stars from the first years of hip-hop.As a kind of white wattstax that includes all rap songs that have made me feel halfway between a MR.Rogers curious and an early version (and still not very furious) by the poet Leroi Jones."I wish," by Skee-lo, was a song that stood out for his joy and optimism;A rap that put you in a good mood."I wish it was a little higher," Skee-lo lamented."I wish it was a basketball player.I wish I had a pretty girl, I would call her on the phone."Who could disagree with those letters?The story of someone who was not going to shoot or harass anyone.The subject even served to pogo and feel like a racial tourist in a gangsta celebration.
"The vapors" was another rap group that had a great effect on me.I would love to bring Biz Markie back (and it would not be difficult because now he lives in Maryland) to freeso nervous that everything they could do was fainting.The single image of their thugs and women with a lace handkerch.
Basehead, the alternative jazz rap group led by Mike Ivey, would be well in the list of bands of my new Lollapaloser music festival.From the very beginning of his career they confused both the world of hip-hop and the hipsters with a subtle but highly original rhythm.While I consider that Tribe Calleed Quest is great, Basehead is even better.They started playing issues about the joint and depression, and ended up talking about Jesus.They became a kind of Kirk Franklin of Slacker culture.There is no ranking in Billboard magazine for the fumón gospel;But if there is, the entire top 20 would be from Basehead.
Tairrie B is my number one girl, the main artist of my show.The first white rap girl who defended DR.Dre and received two tubes of his face for it, despite being Eazy-E's girlfriend.The whole story of his life is unfairly absent from the film Straight Outta Compton.Tairrie B was "a ruthless bitch", as one of his raps titled.Dressed as Mae West, she boasted: "I disassemble men in the way it disarmed the Barbie and Ken dolls when I had ten".Yes, he was an infernal blonde, but not "brown or black, in fact, I am white!", He boasted with racial boldness.That's: his name is Tairrie B and "The B is Bitch!".I would like you to respond to all NWA's great hits with a personal revenge in comic code.That group owes a lot.Very much.
