Fuck the BP
June 2nd, 2010 by gast!
Or at least fuck its logo
(more behind the logo behind the logo;)
But why, you ask?
Or at least fuck its logo
(more behind the logo behind the logo;)
But why, you ask?

Dat die kenkergelovigen hunne harses eens houden! ALLAHVERDEALLAHVER!
*boos*
Tim Dog – Penicillin on Wax

In the beginning of the nineties HipHop got infested by wannabe ganksta gr00ps from the West Coast, calling themselves Compton[fill in], all inspired by NWA but lacking the genious of Eazy-E and Ice Cube. Of course the East Coast lyricists, who still focussed on deliverance and braggin’ & dissing felt neglected: every shitty, nowadays forgotten MC who claimed to be from Inglewood or Compton (and dressed in black for security reasons;) got signed, and they didn’t.
Continue reading ‘gast! HipHop Classics Continued – Tim Dog’
Earlier this week tante Betsy expressed her feelings about the new religious zure oprisping that has been going on lately. I wouldn’t want to express myself in the same bold manner but sertain fears about where this revival of dogmatic non-thinking is taking us I do share. Let’s be frank if you prefer to believe some fairy-tales written down thousands of years ago by halfwits I pitty you. If you ‘choose’ to infect your childs vulnerable brain with the same falsehoods I call you a child abuser but alas law forbids me to do very much about it. If you try however to force your misguided lifestyle upon unwilling fellow humans through political means I will oppose you until my days are done. I don’t have beef with religion per se but I think at least all abrahimic faiths are mental disorders that cause a lot more grief than they cure.
If you like podcasts interviews in the form of mp3 files that can be downloaded from the internets and you would like to hear some more critical thoughts on this subject you can visit point of inquiry punt org. Here you will find interviews with lots and lots of very well infomed writers and thinkers that will keep you van de straat for hours.
John Cale played Doornroosje tonight and finally I was able to see Him. Dressed as the next corners grocery man he started of with ‘Venus In Furs’.
One of my heroes, right in front of me with a big belly, looking like a catweazle without a beard, his ‘NO SMOKING’ and ‘NO PHOTOGRAPHING’ gestapo positioned at each side of the stage, I knew it won’t work.
Stripped from every rock & roll ambiance he did what he had to do: playing songs and that was about it. Some pretty average rocksongs, some experimental electronic and viola shit and some horrible versions of Velvet Underground songs. I couldn’t bare it any more longer and went home. Why do people go on like this?
Well, I better shut the fuck up, this wasn’t my concert. And in fact: do we need heroes anyway?
/useless evening
Velvet Underground – The Biggest, Loudest, Hariest Group Of All

So, now the man himself, father of Rufus, don’t let him hear you call ‘m a bitch! you wrinkled peaches! Tag it yourself out…
Updates!: Swallowtje talked about this song in the comments. Almost stopped her heart.
And his cd ‘Last Man On Earth’ from 2001.
Disfrutad!

It’s friday night and (as the gravedigger of Ochblog) i’ll have
to announce that Frans van Dusschoten has passed (zo beter @”–” ?) away at the age of 72.
Screenshot (thanks to HG)
R.I.P. Frans