A model hunger strike would be so unfruitful as to become absurdly funny. It really would be hilarious if the waif became something even more waifish. Where else can the weight, fat, muscle tissue go? Into some other dimension or something? With the left socks of the world?
You must have been doing a fairly poor job on the poor sap. Of course, he could have been talking about linux to divert concentration from the intense pleasure he derived from your efforts. Either way, awesome post. Keep 'em coming...all over the place.
True enough. It is really a pretty elitist sort of occupation, at least to be considered some kind of "mega star" recording artist. Those types will persist and should really not feel much pain from people trading their stuff. I mean, they've got huge venues they can fill, lots of exposure, lots of money coming in from all over the place. The people who may suffer, the "small time" musicians, the people who actually make good music, don't really make much money from it anyway. They have smaller fanbases, exist in a more intimate creative space, and seem to enjoy it. Their intent is quite a bit different, I think, than a Britney S. I suppose that the music made by certain people is also not for everyone, where as the Britney S. stuff is apparently filling that great "need" for some kind of comsumer homogeneousness...ahhhhhh, shit...i agree with you is what i mean to say. Good point.
The amazing thing is that pretty much all of these venues have sound people. Guys(mostly) that sit behind a giant mixer hooked up to the PA and talk to the band as they set up, "checking" the quality of the kick drum, snare, what have you. I suppose they might have some bad equipment in there as well, but it seems that they really are not setting up right or something, because the blood really does come right out of your ears. Some of these venues are really small, intimate even, and they just have the PA blasting what is already being blasted from large amps and the bands stuff. The blood...
I've been to a few venues to catch some shows in Austin. Sometimes I wonder what the sound people are up to. It's almost as if they want to make blood gush right out of your ears.
I bet if the bill was convered in bbq sauce, or cleverly inserted into an acutal, edible, brisket sandwich it would receive the attention it deserves. I think we all know the true path to a Texan's heart.
That is nice! I've seen it and often wondered; Is it sculpture, or the real thing? I mean, you can see what looks like the end of a tube used in one of those super fun home enema kits, but gosh, the preassure involved must be terrible. Something about the inverted nature of the rectal opening seems fake looking. I think it would make an excellent sculpture, maybe something for the corporate world, like right outside of a conglomerate's headquarters building or the like. Maybe at 4-5 times the scale. What do you think?
Maybe "Tossing Beachballs in the Crab Nebula" would have been better? Conjures images of jetpacking off to space for holiday. Then getting torn apart by some mean ass forces and stuff.
Perhaps in 50yrs time those aesthetic sensibilities will have finally(!) broken into the consumer market. I can't wait to put my furniture in maximum security lockdown. Or possibly force my lazy boy to wear coveralls and sweat a lot with blue collar exertion.
Pointing it out a multitude of times with further posts of elaboration could quite possibly be all three: redundant, unnecessary, and superfluous. May I participate?
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Sure thing. Whatever you want. Just get off the box, please, you are crushing it with almighty force! The soap! Unggggghhhhhhh...
You're soooooo into it you can't even see the other side! Just give in and post like the man-child you are. Really, it will set you free.
A model hunger strike would be so unfruitful as to become absurdly funny. It really would be hilarious if the waif became something even more waifish. Where else can the weight, fat, muscle tissue go? Into some other dimension or something? With the left socks of the world?
You must have been doing a fairly poor job on the poor sap. Of course, he could have been talking about linux to divert concentration from the intense pleasure he derived from your efforts. Either way, awesome post. Keep 'em coming...all over the place.
True enough. It is really a pretty elitist sort of occupation, at least to be considered some kind of "mega star" recording artist. Those types will persist and should really not feel much pain from people trading their stuff. I mean, they've got huge venues they can fill, lots of exposure, lots of money coming in from all over the place. The people who may suffer, the "small time" musicians, the people who actually make good music, don't really make much money from it anyway. They have smaller fanbases, exist in a more intimate creative space, and seem to enjoy it. Their intent is quite a bit different, I think, than a Britney S. I suppose that the music made by certain people is also not for everyone, where as the Britney S. stuff is apparently filling that great "need" for some kind of comsumer homogeneousness...ahhhhhh, shit...i agree with you is what i mean to say. Good point.
Much like we have one anonymous coward and we have many anonymous coward? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnaaaalllllll!!! Deeply so...
The amazing thing is that pretty much all of these venues have sound people. Guys(mostly) that sit behind a giant mixer hooked up to the PA and talk to the band as they set up, "checking" the quality of the kick drum, snare, what have you. I suppose they might have some bad equipment in there as well, but it seems that they really are not setting up right or something, because the blood really does come right out of your ears. Some of these venues are really small, intimate even, and they just have the PA blasting what is already being blasted from large amps and the bands stuff. The blood...
I've been to a few venues to catch some shows in Austin. Sometimes I wonder what the sound people are up to. It's almost as if they want to make blood gush right out of your ears.
I do believe you've heightened my thirst for Lone Star this evening...
I stand corrected. The extra joy of the Jalapeno would help to put some speed on that bill. Thank you much.
I bet if the bill was convered in bbq sauce, or cleverly inserted into an acutal, edible, brisket sandwich it would receive the attention it deserves. I think we all know the true path to a Texan's heart.
That is nice! I've seen it and often wondered; Is it sculpture, or the real thing? I mean, you can see what looks like the end of a tube used in one of those super fun home enema kits, but gosh, the preassure involved must be terrible. Something about the inverted nature of the rectal opening seems fake looking. I think it would make an excellent sculpture, maybe something for the corporate world, like right outside of a conglomerate's headquarters building or the like. Maybe at 4-5 times the scale. What do you think?
Maybe "Tossing Beachballs in the Crab Nebula" would have been better? Conjures images of jetpacking off to space for holiday. Then getting torn apart by some mean ass forces and stuff.
Get a log in, punk mofo, and post with some face!
Too perfect! Most likely planned as a group.
Perhaps in 50yrs time those aesthetic sensibilities will have finally(!) broken into the consumer market. I can't wait to put my furniture in maximum security lockdown. Or possibly force my lazy boy to wear coveralls and sweat a lot with blue collar exertion.
I have to agree. Twice.
Pointing it out a multitude of times with further posts of elaboration could quite possibly be all three: redundant, unnecessary, and superfluous. May I participate?
Are you sure? It seems that they could be the answer to all of our problems. I mean all of them.
yep. totally.