I knew you could

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I was gonna write on my next blog, which is this current blog (because at the time I had the thought I was in what is now the past), about a recent campaign by funny people to vandalise duncan norvelle's wikipedia page with fictitious catch phrases, after richard herring revealed that the page had a catch phrase section which simply contained one sentence, "chase me." There were dozens which have all now been removed by prudish pedants, but there were some great ones, like "The gods come screaming from the ether", but my favourite was easily "Is this the papal legacy you really want?"

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Also recently amongst good people on twitter a daily mail poll was being circulated that asked, "Should gypsies be allowed to skip NHS queues?". So many people went and voted 'yes' (88%, the last time I checked) that the daily mail took it down.

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I don't know how or why, but I somehow find this song exceptionally good, when there is really nothing technically different about this to any other dubstep song. WHAT A MYSTERY MUSIC CAN BE HUH

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If I had the know-how, I'd make a st sanders style video with old beatles footage. It's amazing no one's done it yet-with all the girls screaming and crying in the audience, it'd work so well to switch the music for complete noise.


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This song starts off so wrong but he swings it round in true majesty. That bit around 20 seconds where he's out of tune and gets a lyric wrong, then looks at the floor in shame, then flicks his head up and within seconds he's back on his feet. I think it sums up what I love about david byrne quite well. He's imperfect, but he'll work out a way to get around it and he'll make something amazing from nothing special.

"The better the singer is, the harder it is to believe what they are saying."

"Who's still working on his masterpiece?"




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"But imagine, among the mud and the mastodons
God sighing and yearning with tremendous creative yearning, in that dark green mess
oh, for some other beauty, some other beauty
that blossomed at last, red geranium, and mignonette. "

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Who is Virgilio Anderson?


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xoxox

Sunshine and sugar, a taste of believing, I knew you could.

Some beautiful and special person has uploaded a performance of the knee plays by David Byrne onto youtube in its entirety. It's the only completely outstanding thing he did in the late 80s, so watch it, and watch it.

recent david byrne blog post works quite well as a surreal short story:

" I’m in a shopping mall, in the food court. From around the corner, some distance away, I can hear the sound of throbbing rock and roll guitars. No distinct rhythm or melody, just a low ominous churning rock and roll growl, getting slightly closer. The others in the food court seem to know what it is, and they stand up, abandon their half eaten chicken salads and burritos, and begin running in the opposite direction of The Rock and Roll Monster.

I do the same, but being unfamiliar with what it is, I have what I think is a smart idea. I head into a boutique and run in and out between the racks and display cases towards the staff entrance in the back. I go in, and sure enough there is a hallway that leads to stairs I can take down and out of the building. The stairs lead to a small alleyway, where a few of us convene. We breathe sighs of relief — we’re free and clear. Whew. I guess we outsmarted that thing, whatever it was. I never even saw it.

Now, somehow, I’m back in the food court or some other public part of the mall. Once again I hear the ominous thrum getting closer and louder. Some people run, but I’m too slow this time. Here it comes from around the corner. It’s twisting and turning, snaking down the central aisle, like a giant serpent. It seems to be an endless tube of clear plastic, about four feet in diameter, and filled with giant versions of either those translucent cups you get at a water cooler, or the ones you get when giving a urine sample. Only these cups are so large they almost fill the writhing plastic tube, arrayed one behind the other. It’s as if it is some weird, enormous intestine made for a school science project, but on a too-large scale. It has that homemade, ad hoc, do it yourself vibe. But it wriggles and slithers as if it is alive.

Somehow, in this dream, I am terrified, but I am also aware that the Rock and Roll Monster takes many forms, and all of them share this quality of looking homemade and rudimentary, yet somehow animated, these pedestrian objects coming to life."