Used to carry this card in my wallet
So if I was chatting with choirs of angels
'twould tell what I had, and what it would take to tear them away from me.
You've gotta think, 'man, that's the easy way to live'
Cause right next to that's the plastic saying 'someone's got to give'.
I hate to break it to you, folks, but if I was willing to waste another moment
Of your obviously valuable time,
Any one of us 'pill heads' with this in our wallets could tell you,
We've got ten sad stories to your every snarky line.
While you climbed the ladder corporate, facing glass delusions at every turn
We'd be in a field naked, slaying orchids,
Afraid these sirens we hear will mean the wires this time.
So the next time your face turns to anguish, your tax dollars fueling your gall,
Remember we've seen fear, rage, and languished
In shit where you're looking three feet tall.
Most people here
Would say my drugs are bad.
Might even jest it may be time
To reup the dose.
All I have to share with y'all is:
If you aint found a thing in this world
So hard to relate it makes your soul spin
You'll beg and plead, and pay out the ear
For a little round Self-preserver;
You aint found a thing like that?
You aint looking hard enough.
It's easy for the puppets to say
Drugs destroyed the minds of our generation
But before you go running for pulpits
Your demons aint weed, eX, yay, or the dragon
For those, it was you, in your teens, who were culprits
Finding your cure for concern in your parents the heroes' old station wagon.
Your speed, your weed, you're Leery
You bred a deep hole for Jung, Yippie Noonian Sung
Soon came MDMA, making everyone gay
Straight through coke, '80s dough, then McVeigh
Kazinski slang code, strang nodes, lost hope
Bought Guttenburg blocks, did dope, and coped
Writing down lessons ignored about people inured
Dialing cell phones all day, never having but one word to say.
The Federal Government has written executive legislation
Banning the distribution of drugs deemed 'functionally identical'
To existing dea scheduled narcotics. Arguing that chemical obfuscation
Was no excuse for conscientiously objecting
To an ugly death in America's war on drugs.
But way back when, corporate pill shills
Made fortunes making these same analogous toxins
To keep us from fearing the Jetsons.
The dentist's shot hits your jaw in exactly the way
You'd have felt from a whiff of the Yay, so
Send dear Dr. Sadist to jail,
But please lay off my freakin' TIKAL.
Most people here
Would say my drugs are bad.
Might even jest it may be time
To reup the dose.
All I have to share with y'all is:
If you aint found a thing in this world
So hard to relate it makes your soul spin
You'll beg and plead, and pay out the ear
For a little round Self-preserver;
You aint found a thing like that?
You aint looking hard enough.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I hate monopolies
This is ripped from an angry email I wrote. Pretty much speaks for itself.
I was deeply disappointed today by the state of Boston commercial radio. I had much driving to do, helping a friend move, and I wanted nothing more than to let the steady beats and staccato lyrics of mainstream hiphop keep the pace for the move. I found, though, that the programming practices in your studio have become so monolithic I was forced to switch over to New Hampshire alt. rock just to hear something different.
I don't mean a different kind of music, I mean I had to switch radio brands just to be able to hear a different individual song. I have some understanding of the economics of music production. I realize that it takes some capital investment to produce a bland, tasteless, pitch-corrected synth-pop single like "Fire Burnin", perhaps even moreso given the apparent lack of backing by anyone with any serious interest in artistic talent. It's probably a drop in the bucket to buy the air time required to prop up a label by playing their flagship work(?) on any radio station that matches the target demographic. But to make the rounds of every frequency in the area committed to playing the style of music I wanted to hear, and to find EVERY ONE OF THEM at some timestamp withing the SAME EXACT SINGLE left me with a bitter, betrayed taste in my mouth.
Both of the stations I've addressed this comment to belong to Clear Channel Radio. Both, in fact, accept mail at the same broadcasting address. It is not outside my imagination that you could coordinate from that building this kind of consumer-numbing barrage, all I ask is that you wouldn't. Please keep in mind, the alt. rock stations play 4 to 6 minute tracks, featuring instrumental solos and verses. If this shady corporate programming chases your customers to them, regardless of our musical preferences of the moment, it's quite likely you'll be on one of your distinct 2 to 5 minute commercial breaks by the time they decide to tune back in. I know you were when I did.
Quite sincerely,
PhineasQ
I was deeply disappointed today by the state of Boston commercial radio. I had much driving to do, helping a friend move, and I wanted nothing more than to let the steady beats and staccato lyrics of mainstream hiphop keep the pace for the move. I found, though, that the programming practices in your studio have become so monolithic I was forced to switch over to New Hampshire alt. rock just to hear something different.
I don't mean a different kind of music, I mean I had to switch radio brands just to be able to hear a different individual song. I have some understanding of the economics of music production. I realize that it takes some capital investment to produce a bland, tasteless, pitch-corrected synth-pop single like "Fire Burnin", perhaps even moreso given the apparent lack of backing by anyone with any serious interest in artistic talent. It's probably a drop in the bucket to buy the air time required to prop up a label by playing their flagship work(?) on any radio station that matches the target demographic. But to make the rounds of every frequency in the area committed to playing the style of music I wanted to hear, and to find EVERY ONE OF THEM at some timestamp withing the SAME EXACT SINGLE left me with a bitter, betrayed taste in my mouth.
Both of the stations I've addressed this comment to belong to Clear Channel Radio. Both, in fact, accept mail at the same broadcasting address. It is not outside my imagination that you could coordinate from that building this kind of consumer-numbing barrage, all I ask is that you wouldn't. Please keep in mind, the alt. rock stations play 4 to 6 minute tracks, featuring instrumental solos and verses. If this shady corporate programming chases your customers to them, regardless of our musical preferences of the moment, it's quite likely you'll be on one of your distinct 2 to 5 minute commercial breaks by the time they decide to tune back in. I know you were when I did.
Quite sincerely,
PhineasQ
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