“We’re so trapped that any way we could imagine to escape would be just another part of the trap. Anything we want, we’re trained to want.” ~Chuck Palahniuk
Really, Palahniuk? Then explain this:
JuLu Ew Manchu
I was browsing Look at this fucking hipster today and came across my initials. JL. It’s so unexpected. I don’t even know this guy. Awesome.
“The good thing about being Dr. Frankenstein is that you can always make new friends.” ~Aaron Allston
Luongo's Monster
I planted the seed that grew this pumpkin then carved* it into this jack-o-lantern monster.** He’s been franken staring at me ever since.*** I’m like, “go out and meet people. There’s a little girl down the road who I’m sure would like to play with you.”**** But he just stares. We’re still bonding, I guess.
I wanted to submit my monster to A Patchwork of Flesh, but I’d have to make it into a 2.5 x 3.5 artist’s trading card and send it to him … and what are the chances I’ll get around to that? Still, I highly recommend his site if you’re a fan of Frankenstein’s Monster. Great stuff. Enjoy and Happy Franken Halloween.
(*Thanks to D for the carving set.)
(**Thanks to Mary Shelley for inventing it.)
(***Thanks to messiestsobjects’ for this joke.)
(****Thanks to James Whale’s version of Frankenstein in 1931 for this image.)
“They paved paradise and put up a parking lot, with a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot. Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.”
I was listening to the radio in my car because
I drive a car made in 1999 that doesn’t have a CD player built in.
The external CD player I have in the car, the kind that adapts with a cassette tape on a wire, doesn’t have great sound and the little buttons make it so I almost wreck whenever I get to fooling around with it. I’m already a bad enough driver. Did I mention I backed into a tree in my own driveway and crushed my rear tail light? Yeah, I did that.
I like to flip through the stations and see what’s playing. Radio music is mostly crap, but sometime I like pop music. Kelly Clarkson has crazy range.
OK, so that admission out of the way, I’ll get to the point. Some songs need never be remade. Joni Mitchell wrote it and should be the only one to ever sing it. Big Yellow Taxi. She owns it. She even pwns it.
Artist who have mangled include Amy Grant, Counting Crows with and without Vanessa Carlton, Sandi Thom, Kaya, Pinhead Gunpowder, Paul Tillotson, Moya Brennan, Keb Mo, Chris Thomas King, Keren Ann, Toxic Audio, and Bob Dylan. Indigo Girls, Jewel, Sarah McLachlan and Meredith Brooks covered it at the Lilith Fair. Who care, right? I’m just dropping wiki knowledge here.
It’s the Counting Crows with Vanessa Carlton version that raised my ire. It’s the most popular version of the song ever. Grr. Oh, the dramatic irony that a great song, perfect the way it is, has gotten popular in this bastardized version. It is paradise paved and synthesized and “ooo bop bop bopped” then run through a production studio, spit out into a dumb movie, then played and overplayed. It’s making me want to scream. Someone is to blame!
I doubt it’s Adam Duritz or Vanessa Carlton, and yet I feel compelled to tell them that Big Yellow Taxi is a criticism of taking stuff that’s great and turning it into crap. It’s not advocating it! They might have missed that point. It’s Jive…Jive Talking, even (OK, I had to shoehorn that in because I wanted to post this guy dancing to the Bee Gees. He writes: “I can’t dance, I can’t talk, only thing about me is the way my jello gut jiggles under that apron.”:)