(Bugger. Powersurge's PC just got rebooted by a powersurge, mid-post. Fingers crossed for this attempt.)
A big thank you to Stu for sharing his deepest thoughts on the big issues of the day (below). You say you felt a bit weird and a bit dirty blogging your first. In my experience you're always feeling a bit weird and dirty...
The only problem is that you write too damn well. If we ever get Viper Squad back together again, and if I ever need someone to ghost-write all my lyrics, I'll know who to turn to. With the superior quality of your blog compositions, however, you have in one fell swoop reduced the quality of my own posts to that of a cider-lashed 12-year-old after devouring a bag of glue for inspiration.
It wasn't always like this. It's just that in the future we used a (far more complex) dialect, and I've had some problems downgrading the level of my mental operations to that appropriate to this era. Maybe I've downgraded too much. Back in the future, I was a renowned genius of the age; hence the time-machine. As some sort of vainglorious self-celebration of the expressive and fluently-flourished manner of my articulation (and that), I even back-implanted the following lyrics about me into the mind of Les Claypool (of Primus "fame"), although no-one unfortunately seemed to notice: "My name is Mr Knowitall, and I'm so eloquent. Perfection is my middle-name, (and whatever rhymes with eloquent.)" (click HERE to download a bootleg of it, recorded in the bogs next door to the San Jose State Student Union Ballroom by the sound of it).
Classic lyric. Right up there with Obie Trice's "I cook up that hot shit like Ainsley Harriet" on his (unintentiontally?) hilarious Adrenaline Rush (parental advisory explicit lyrics).
OK, enough shite lyrics. A seriously good song with seriously good lyrics from a seriously good band is currently drifting through my head - Do You Realize? from the seriously good album Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots by The Flaming Lips -
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Back to Stu's post.
Can't argue with the ability of NIN's Downward Spiral to stimulate cathartic miserableness (although nowadays it induces hyperactive mania within me.) And Faith No More's The Real Thing (followed in my timeline by Angel Dust and Introduce Yourself) did so very much change my life, as did Jane's Addiction's "Three Days" (for me), but then not as much as The Orb's Adventures Beyond The Ultraworld (and it's sequels). The thing with music, though, it's the same situation as with people. We all like different things. We've all been moulded differently, we all get different things from different sounds and emotions. So when I hear "1992" or "Mellow Song" or "Caramel" or especially "Trimm Trabb" from Blur's 13, then I get the most intensely emotional feelings - heart-wrenching, desperate, strengthening or beautiful, we get what we've put into stuff like that. Somewhere along the way, and even if we can't even remember what it is further down the line, a lot of personal stuff will still have seeped in there. And in this bland world of pop-culture that tries to stifle emotions, then whatever induces them, that has got to be a positive thing.
As for Exit Planet Dust, I'm afraid I can't comment. Our copy is covered in foodstuffs.