THE CRACKDOWN

 Facebook is cracking down on tranny posts again this month - I wonder why that might be?

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8awXGkgW1vI

 

JANES ADDICTION - THREE DAYS

 It amazes me that this song came out in 1990 and this performance was recorded nearly 34 years ago.

I remember hearing Jane's Addiction for the first time in 1991 and they blew my mind. This 10 minute epic is awesome, at their peak Jane's Addiction were one of the all time great bands, talented musicians & totally original.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78Y-v5twoGw

Ritual de lo Habitual served as Jane's Addiction's breakthrough to the mainstream in 1990 (going gold and reaching the Top 20), and remains one of rock's all-time sprawling masterpieces. While its predecessor, 1988's Nothing's Shocking, served as a fine introduction to the group, Ritual de lo Habitual proved to be even more daring; few (if any) alt-rock bands have composed a pair of epics that totaled nearly 20 minutes, let alone put them back to back for full dramatic effect. While the cheerful ditty "Been Caught Stealing" is the album's best-known track, the opening "Stop!" is one of the band's best hard rock numbers, propelled by guitarist Dave Navarro's repetitive, trashy funk riff, while "Ain't No Right" remains explosive in its defiant and vicious nature. Jane's Addiction always had a knack for penning beautiful ballads with a ghostly edge, again proven by the album closer, "Classic Girl." But it's the aforementioned epics that are the album's cornerstone: "Three Days" and "Then She Did...." Although Perry Farrell has never truly admitted what the two songs are about lyrically, they appear to be about an autobiographical romantic tryst between three lovers, as each composition twists and turns musically through every imaginable mood. And while the tracks "No One's Leaving," "Obvious," and "Of Course" may not be as renowned as other selections, they prove integral in the makeup of the album.

 

THE TOSSER

Is it possible to do a blog post by tossing a coin?

This post is a strange experiment… Sometimes I have brilliant ideas but end up wondering if I'm a complete fruitloop.

TOSSPOST

HEADS I start with a picture of a man shagging a donkey, TAILS a donkey shagging a man.

HEADS I toss off another five random images, TAILS I post a verse from the bible with a photo of Madonna.

HEADS a drawing of a fat man. TAILS a drawing of a sphincter.

HEADS a picture of a hot babe with a V8. Tails a libtard with pink hair and an electric bike.

HEADS just post the libtard pic anyway. TAILS a picture of Adolf Hitler in drag.

HEADS eat my cherry yoghurt pudding, TAILS I watch a video of MC5.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74jS3dW0DtE

HEADS I post this pile of utter crap, TAILS I delete it and deny all knowledge

WTF? – clearly I have serious issues to work out with myself….

Now just watch that MC5 video, it’s awesome

 

SOLID PROOF THAT IN 1969 LED ZEPPELIN INVENTED EVERYTHING

It’s widely agreed that Led Zeppelin invented heavy metal. But it’s not so widely known that they also invented the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.

Here are two short videos from 1969 that definitively prove the extent of just what Led Zeppelin created.

Firstly in this 2:15 video they redefine “cool” to such a level that they can be said to have invented it. Yes there were other cool musicians before them like the Rolling Stones and James Brown, but this Led Zep cool is a whole new thing.

And then in this video they not only invent heavy metal, they also invent punk (and rock music videos too). AT THE SAME TIME, AND IN 1969. This 2:25 video is clear proof.

In this day and age typing “Heartbreaker” (a Led Zep classic) into Youtube, actually brings up Justin Bieber videos. Clearly something is wrong with the world.

I suppose I could be grateful for Youtube because without these videos it would be easy to start thinking that all culture was erased at the turn of the century.

Apart from The White Stripes and The Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Sadly, rock music is no more… I guess it was replaced by Fakebook and Twitter, and by a bunch of talentless mind controlled eunuchs.

“You are an old fart who doesn’t appreciate modern music”, a bunch of generation zeders or whoever thinks they are the new generation will squawk.

But, no, sorry, music died out long ago, and it’s all utter shit now.

UNLISTENABLE SHIT HAS A NAME

Unlistenable shit has a name, & it's name is "Danger Music"

Danger music is an experimental form of avant-garde 20th and 21st century music and performance art. It is based on the concept that some pieces of music can or will harm either the listener or the performer, understanding that the piece in question may or may not be performed.

Kyle Gann describes in his book Music Downtown: Writings from the Village Voice how Takehisa Kosugi's composition Music for a Revolution directs the performer to "[s]coop out one of your eyes 5 years from now and do the same with the other eye 5 years later". Works such as this are also sometimes referred to as anti-music because they seem to rebel against the concept of music itself. 

Danger music is often closely associated with the Fluxus school of composition, especially the work of Dick Higgins who composed a series of works entitled Danger Music.

Australian noise musician Justice Yeldham plays an instrument made of glass, often shattering it during live shows and receiving facial wounds in the process.

As with many forms of concept music and performance art, the lines between "music", "art", "theater", and "social protest" are not always clear or apparent. Danger Music consequently has some things in common with the performance art of artists such as Mark Pauline and Chris Burden. For instance, some extreme examples of danger music direct performers to use sounds so loud that they will deafen the participants, or ask performers to throw antipersonnel bombs into the audience

This photo above is not a performance of danger music, it is a band called Danger Danger who look like such total numpties I wanted to post their picture. The image below may be something to do with something but I have no idea what...

This is a video of some dangerous music involving using a hair trimmer without a helmet:

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQLa3_X-8fY&t=21s

 Nam June Paik's composition “Danger Music for Dick Higgins” instructs people to listen and imagine “creeping into the vagina of a living whale”...

WHY DID ALL RAP MUSIC SUDDENLY TURN TO SHIT IN 91?

 

It’s hard to believe now, but back in the 80’s there were several really good rap albums. My own favourite is “Paul’s Boutique” by the Beastie Boys from 1989

Before you say Jews can’t rap (although that is usually pretty accurate), check this out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Naf5uJYGoiU

The last good rap album I ever heard was “Traction” (1994) by New Zealand band Supergroove.

And before you say Kiwis can’t rap check this out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gEy2FJ_AiA

I’ve long wondered why rap music turned to shit a full 10 years before all other music turned to shit.

And then I read this and everything made sense.

I have no idea who the guy was who wrote this, but that is the point really – if anyone knew who he was he probably would have been suicided…

Yeah, this does all sound like it could be true to me:

“After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society.

I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day.

So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.

Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then.

Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted.

This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.

The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces.

Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future.

Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry.

Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us.

The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us.

A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.

Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background.

I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”.

At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement.

He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments.

I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us.

We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares.

Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled.

Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons.

Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws.

My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a fucking joke?”

At this point things became chaotic.

Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside.

My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting.

I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences.

We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.

A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us.

I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather.

No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention.

I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family.

I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to.

I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.

Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.

As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves.

Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it.

Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music.

I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.

I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment.

As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew.

Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex.

Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration.

Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible.

Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable”

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Want to see this bullshit actually starting out back in 91? – Ice T – Original Gangster

Now watch his moronic video and say this isn’t part of a zionist control plan:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scILa5iPBcg

And read the comments underneath and say it didn’t inspire some retards to get their sorry arses straight into a prison!

Share this about a bit – I suspect that was the authors intention

http://humansarefree.com/2014/10/the-secret-meeting-that-changed-rap.html

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SO HOW MORONIC WERE ICE T’s LYRICS? – just try this utter crap for size:

COP KILLER

Got my black shirt on
I got my black gloves on
I got my ski mask on
This shit’s been too long

I got my twelve gauge sawed off
I got my headlights turned off
I’m ’bout to bust some shots off
I’m ’bout to dust some cops off

Cop killer, better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality
Cop killer, I know your family’s grievin’
(Fuck ’em)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even

I got my brain on hype
Tonight’ll be your night
I got this long-assed knife
And your neck looks just right

My adrenaline’s pumpin’
I got my stereo bumpin’
I’m ’bout to kill me somethin’
A pig stopped me for nuthin’

Cop killer, better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality
Cop killer, I know your mama’s grievin’
(Fuck her)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even

Die, die, die pig, die
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, yeah

Cop killer, better you than me
I’m a cop killer, fuck police brutality
Cop killer, I know your family’s grievin’
(Fuck ’em)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even

Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the police, break it down

Fuck the police, yeah
Fuck the police for Darryl Gates
Fuck the police for Rodney King
Fuck the police for my dead homies

Fuck the police for your freedom
Fuck the police, don’t be a pussy
Fuck the police, have some muthafuckin’ courage
Fuck the police, sing along

Cop killer, cop killer, cop killer, cop killer
Cop killer, what you’re gonna be when you grown up?
Cop killer, good choice, cop killer
I’m a muthafuckin’ cop killer

Cop killer, better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality
Cop killer, I know your mama’s grievin’
(Fuck her)

Cop killer, but tonight we get even

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Always Wanted to be a Ho

This goes out to all you ladies out there.
A lot of you won’t grow up to be lawyers or doctors,
but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream.

When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things
Pretty party dresses, candy and rings
You was your Momma’s little angel, Daddy’s little girl
They used to fix your hair up in pretty ribbons and curls
Your sex drive was much deeper than the rest of the girls
You used to freak your boyfriends, take them ’round the world
As a teen, you didn’t like school that much
Your moms drank, your daddy likes to cuddle and touch
Too much, so you hit the street looking for love
Affection and devotion, met none of the above
Met me in the club working your fake id
Looked me in the face like a slave set free
I said walk into my eyes baby, come with me
I can show you things that you dream to see
Take you off the street get you something to eat
Something nice to wear and a place to sleep
My name is Ice, I’m the nicest guy you’re ever gonna meet
Tell me what you want, I’ll make your life complete
She said, I always wanted to be a ho
I always wanted to be a ho

You just had to find the player that was right for you,
Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true

The first thing we’re gonna do is buy yourself a new dress
Take some pictures, put you in the LA Express
Teach you how to walk in some high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
“Are you my pimp?”
Oh dear God don’t say that
I’m your manager, your boyfriend, you’re agent, your mack
Now I’m a do my hair baby, I’ll be right back
Because we gotta look good when we hits the track
Now your real name? “Shirl”
Yeah, we gotta change that
I think I’ll call you Apple, cause your ass is kinda fat
How old are you? “16”
Well that’s just right
But you’re 18 if anybody asks tonight
I’m a teach you how to get this long paper right
Catch a trick, suck his dick, break his ass for life
Cause I love you, that’s all you really need to know
I’m ’bout to miss my hair appointment, girl I got to go
She said, I always wanted to be a ho
I always wanted to be a ho

You just had to find the player that was right for you,
Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true

“Now what if I meet a trick that got long cash?”
That’s when I call the crew with the black ski masks
But right now we’ll only worry ’bout the basic stroll
Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold
A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand
Throw in a blow job, they’ll fuck off grands
I may even put you where the real johns at
Some call the strip club, I call the indoor track
They got lap dancers, table dancers, mad back rooms
And you can double up your profit if you take them home
“I wanna be the best”
Well this game’s the test
G-string bikinis and silicone breasts
Suckas break themselves just to sniff your nest
And if you get tired, I got crystal meth
“I think I’m in love…”
Baby doll it’s on
You were made for me baby, since the day you were born

You just had to find the player that was right for you
Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true

[Outro]
Yeah baby, we gonna do a lot of beautiful things for each other
You know what I’m saying?
We gonna get me a new car
We gonna get me some better jewelry
Some nicer rags, you know what I’m saying?
We gonna help each other out, you know what I’m saying?
We gonna get me a new pad, you know?
Maybe get me a Rolex
We gonna do a lot of things for each other, it’s gonna be beautiful
Me and you
I love you baby
We gonna put a whole lot of money in my pocket
That’s what we gonna do. You are so cute in that dress
That’s right
Damn, go on,
get your ass out there and do something right quick for a player
Yeah I love you, get your fucking ass out there
I love you, get the fuck out…

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SOME RANDOM EXTRAS

 

 

A tricky question is how much of rap is done from within and how much from above? I think all popular music is being done from above, and modern musicians are too talentless to write any of it themselves, but there are lots of agendas – transgender and satanism being big ones at the moment…

These two tranny freaks are quite a story – Start with swapping their sexes over and then throw in some satanic shit..