For a possession which is not diminished by being shared with others, if it is possessed and not shared, is not yet possessed as it ought to be possessed.
St. Augustine
Henri Quittard, a music critic at French daily Le Figaro, described the debut as an exercise in "puerile barbarity." Or was it "one of the great aesthetic monuments of Western art completely assured, startlingly original, brutal, tender, and altogether wonderful" (Daniel Weymouth)?
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The following section contains 3 statements about religious belief or experience. Please mark the extent to which each statement is true for you.
3. In my life , I experience the presence of the Diving.
Everything about The Residents is a paradox. By being willfully obscure, for instance, not showing your face, not saying who are, you become famous. Its a bit like John Cage, the guy who became an international media celebrity by trying not to be one very, very hard, or saying that he was trying not to be one. It fits into the paradox law which seems to govern most of the things that The Residents have done. They always manage to do two things at the same time, which are opposite to one another.
Theres always this interpretational gap opened up in the middle, this vacuum which all sorts of people can fill with all sorts of things and ideas of their own. Its not accidental, I dont think
«My musical tastes are a little unusual. I like 1750 Bach and before, and Debussy after, and in the middle, l don't listen. Except for a little Beethoven. That's it. I never listened to Romantic music ever, not even a minute, lt is no part of my life, If all of it stopped tomorrow morning, I would not know!»
I enjoyed this line from the Picthfork review of Tim Hecker's newest:
This is music that benefits from being heard loud and/or on headphones in the same way couches are best experienced by actually sitting down in them instead of just brushing your fingers against the upholstery as you leave the room.
You are desperate, thorough arch-rascals, murderers, traitors, liars, the very scum of all the most evil people on earth. You are full of all the worst devils in hell - full, full, and so full that you can do nothing but vomit, throw, and blow out devils! - Martin Luther
Just one of many colorful insults you can have hurled at you thanks to the Lutheran Insulter, a website dedicated to generating insults drawn directly from Martin Luther's writings. (There's also a link there to a Shakespearean Insulter). It's oddly compelling. I also enjoyed:
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An illness, a pox upon this nation-state
And that illness is Classic Rock.
The street poet named Sparrow
St. Augustine
100th anniversary of Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring
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Craig
Craig
All errors [sic].
I would pay to see that.
Craig