Good grief. Another rock lyric mishap. I was in the studio today at Trebas, recording some vocals. One of the songs I did was called “Love Addict.” I got the name (didn’t I mention this already?) from the title of a pulp novel. One of the lines in the song is “You’re just a love addict, one hit and you’re ecstatic.”
I recorded the song last week, and this week one of the guys in the class was talking about it.
“Did you write the lyrics to that song? They’re fucking awesome.” He actually said it with some kind of European accent, so the words ‘fucking awesome’ sounded....well....fucking awesome.
“I like that line ‘you’re just a love addict, one hit and your hair’s static.’ That’s fucking awesome. Hey, Barry, isn’t that line fucking awesome?!?!”
He turns to me:
“The chicks will love that line.”
******
On another note, I’ve been getting aroused by Fancylady’s guestbook. All those women tossing around the word ‘bitch.’
But hey, what gives? Isn’t it a violation of feminist convention for a woman to bitchify another woman? Am I the only feminist left alive?
And this leads to another question I’ve always wanted to ask but have been afraid to.....
I’m lowering my voice.......
what about the word......
cunt.
Can a woman call another woman a ‘cunt’ and expect to live?
I don't think a man can.
A friend said to me once:
“One thing I have learned, women hate the word ‘cunt.’ I mean, they go fucking nuts. DO NOT use that word if you want to live.”
So, is this true? It’s worth knowing, because if the word is the linguistic nuclear device it seems to be, it may come in handy some day.
But then again, I’m too polite to use the word ‘bitch.’ I’d make a terrible woman.
Thursday, October 10, 2002
Sunday, October 06, 2002
“Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence....
We can’t even think of a word to rhyme.”
Alice Cooper.
Canada is no longer a nation worthy of the word. We are to the states of the world what a suburb is to a city. We are a cover band of a country.
We shake our heads sanctimoniously at American military involvement around the world, yet reap financial benifit from it. We happily accept the jobs in Ontario that come from putting together armoured vehicles for the U.S. Army; In British Columbia, we raked in millions during the Vietnam war from supplying hydroelectric power to the Boeing Aircraft plants in Washington State, themselves operating at bursting capacity making planes like the B-52.
We decry American unilateralism, yet offer nothing as an option. Our military, ignored like some weirdo kid at school, is increasingly unable to commit to any serious peacekeeping missions. And yet when the Americans step in, as they did in Somalia and Kosovo (on behalf of Islamic populations), we crap all over them, wonder why they don’t mind their own business, and point to these interventions as the ‘root causes’ of the murder of their own citizens.
We piss on the United States for not signing on to international treaties like the Kyoto Accord. Then we sign them, and announce that we’re going to weasle out of their conditions.
We despise our politicians, forgetting that they are essentially us. Our media spends its time trying to destroy people who have the guts to get into political life. As a result we end up with the banal and the mediocre. On the left and the right, we are left with no originality, only the political equivalent of karaoke singers. No melodies or lyrics of their own, just embarrasing versions of old tunes.
Our national identity is provided for us by a beer company, contrived with craft and cynicism by advertising men working for a mutinational conglomerate. Meanwhile, the real things that make up the structure and character of the country--like Medicare--are allowed to rot.
Does any of this raise concern? No, of course not. The only matter of any real importance is the legal status of marijuana. Unimportant things like our health care system, our place in the world, our culture and our future as a nation are not worth discussing.
We have become like the indulgent, insolent, dissolute subjects of Alice Cooper’s ‘School’s Out;’ no class, no principles, no innocence. And so without inspiration or imagination that we can’t even figure out what the next line of the song should be.
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence....
We can’t even think of a word to rhyme.”
Alice Cooper.
Canada is no longer a nation worthy of the word. We are to the states of the world what a suburb is to a city. We are a cover band of a country.
We shake our heads sanctimoniously at American military involvement around the world, yet reap financial benifit from it. We happily accept the jobs in Ontario that come from putting together armoured vehicles for the U.S. Army; In British Columbia, we raked in millions during the Vietnam war from supplying hydroelectric power to the Boeing Aircraft plants in Washington State, themselves operating at bursting capacity making planes like the B-52.
We decry American unilateralism, yet offer nothing as an option. Our military, ignored like some weirdo kid at school, is increasingly unable to commit to any serious peacekeeping missions. And yet when the Americans step in, as they did in Somalia and Kosovo (on behalf of Islamic populations), we crap all over them, wonder why they don’t mind their own business, and point to these interventions as the ‘root causes’ of the murder of their own citizens.
We piss on the United States for not signing on to international treaties like the Kyoto Accord. Then we sign them, and announce that we’re going to weasle out of their conditions.
We despise our politicians, forgetting that they are essentially us. Our media spends its time trying to destroy people who have the guts to get into political life. As a result we end up with the banal and the mediocre. On the left and the right, we are left with no originality, only the political equivalent of karaoke singers. No melodies or lyrics of their own, just embarrasing versions of old tunes.
Our national identity is provided for us by a beer company, contrived with craft and cynicism by advertising men working for a mutinational conglomerate. Meanwhile, the real things that make up the structure and character of the country--like Medicare--are allowed to rot.
Does any of this raise concern? No, of course not. The only matter of any real importance is the legal status of marijuana. Unimportant things like our health care system, our place in the world, our culture and our future as a nation are not worth discussing.
We have become like the indulgent, insolent, dissolute subjects of Alice Cooper’s ‘School’s Out;’ no class, no principles, no innocence. And so without inspiration or imagination that we can’t even figure out what the next line of the song should be.
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