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Tryin’ To Make It Real Compared To What?! (Sunday A.M. Punk Rock Gospel)

Posted in I Heart My Love-Tribe, Music & Life & Sundays, politics, punk rock, Rock & Roll, Spirituality & Religion, Sunday AM Punk Rock Gospel, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2010 by alphabetfiend

Where’s that bee and where’s that honey? Where’s my God and where’s my money?

This was one “Sunday A.M. Punk Rock Gospel” that almost didn’t happen.  After the busiest of weeks and hours of off-line frustration in the Mississippi country-side, I said screw it all to hell and collapsed into bed with weary bones. Maybe it’ll be a Monday A.M. Punk Rock Gospel, I thought as I drifted into a deep air-conditioned slumber. Two hours later, at 4am, I awoke with a jolt to the spectres of Eddie Harris and Les McCaan. This is our Sunday, they insisted, so I reached with drowsy digits for my discarded laptop and whaddaya know?!  We suddenly (miraculously?) made contact. Now, fueled by caffeine & cigarettes, and a crazy lovely love for this song, I’m gonna knock this sucker out.

This week will be less wordy that usual, partly due to my fried-egg sunny-side up brain, but mostly because this song sings for itself.

How to introduce “Tryin’ To Make It Real Compared To What” ???

What can possibly be said about one of the greatest songs of all time?

All I can do is tell you what it means to me and urge you to form your own fibrous connection. And you will. You will. It’s that damn good.

When I was 15, my Dad and I took a long dusk-to-dark ride through the New Mexico mountains. Our headlights guided us around treacherous curves which my father — an expert driver and Motor City son — took smoothly, sweetly, safely. The moon was fat and the stars glittered like sugared candies. It was the kind of memory that sticks to your ribs; the kind of living that gives life texture, taste and deliciousness. It was the kind of  time that carves into your soul and (RE)MAKES you into a new configuration (concoction?) of your self. It was there, in that cushy comfy night, that I first heard “Tryin’ To Make It Real Compared To What.” It was also the second, third, fourth and fiftieth time. We played it over and over and over while reveling in the troubled beauty of the world.

Ten years later, my Dad was dead.

There would be no more moonlight rock-out rides; no more trading barbs over breakfast until he broke into a grin over my writerly wit; no more mounting our motorcycles at dawn and VVROOM-VVROOMing into the rising sun. 

There was no one to call when I needed to remember who it was that did that amazing fucking song. 

After all, that crazy beautiful fucker had turned me onto so many songs over the years and I figgered he’d always be around to help me keep ’em straight.

What was the song we used to play on the pontoon as we floated lazily down the Maumee River? Right. Take 5. Dave Brubeck. I remember now.

Who was it we were listening to that 3am by the fire? Ah! Buddy Holly. Duh.  

Who was it that did that kick-ass cool song that we couldn’t get enough of that night in your Lincoln, with the fat moon and her spilled candy?

Huh? Who? Hello? Dad? Where the hell you’d go? Hello?…hello…hey…hello? Daddy?

Damn that silence sucks.

Fortunately, there’s now such a thing as google. I typed in “tryin to make it real compared to what,” and was led to youtube, where Eddie Harris & Les McCaan broke my heart all over again. Then fixed it. Then broke it. It was awesome. I hit replay at least a dozen times. Oh. Such goodness. Such beauty. Such power.

My body flooded with rock & roll relief.

The song returned to me, like a gift, an act of cyber kindness, and now in the spirit of punk rock gospel, I am passing it on to you. I hope it breaks your heart and blows your mind. I hope it carves into you and sticks to your ribs. I hope it stays with you forever.

Is that too much to ask? No, I really don’t think so. Listen to it, see for yourself. Then go buy the record, download it onto your ipod, add the song to a playlist — spend some quality time with it. Let it add taste and texture to your memories… all the while striving to make it real while asking “Real?… Compared to what?”

Like a Buddhist koan, there’s really no answer but the question props your mind open.

TRYING TO MAKE IT REAL COMPARED TO WHAT

I love the lie and lie the love
A-Hangin’ on, with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
that is hangin’ up the God-damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut (everybody now!)
Tryin’ to make it real — compared to what? C’mon baby!

Slaughterhouse is killin’ hogs
Twisted children killin’ frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin’ logs
Tired old lady kissin’ dogs
I hate the human love of that stinking mutt (I can’t use it!)
Try to make it real — compared to what? C’mon baby now!

The President, he’s got his war
Folks don’t know just what it’s for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
We’re chicken-feathers, all without one nut. God damn it!
Tryin’ to make it real — compared to what? (Sock it to me)

Church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin’ to duck the wrath of God
Preacher’s fillin’ us with fright
They all tryin’ to teach us what they think is right
They really got to be some kind of nut (I can’t use it!)
Tryin’ to make it real — compared to what?

Where’s that bee and where’s that honey?
Where’s my God and where’s my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol’ young King Tut (He did it now)
Tried to make it real — compared to what?!

(Music break)

Tryin’ to make it real — compared to what?

Black Man In the White House! Finally.

Posted in politics with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2008 by alphabetfiend

I’m bouncing around the room!

I’m tearing up every five minutes.

It feels so damn good to see those barriers blown to bits.

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This is how change happens.

This is the world doing the right thing. It’s a human rights issue and it’s huge and beautiful and glorious and about damn time.

Debates: Penguin-McCain VS Batman-Obama. Too Funny! (video)

Posted in politics, TV with tags , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2008 by alphabetfiend

Have you seen this yet? Oh, it’s wonderful. I’d love to meet the geek boy who dug up this gem. You know he was chuckling to himself. I’m sure it was one of those light bulb moments that explode into pure delight. Ah, the superstrings of the cosmos. Or the predictability of the villain politician. Joseph Campbell would have some wisdom to add no doubt. Archetypes abound. No matter how you look at it, it’s awesome.

Batman! Who is he? Who is this acrobatic clown who somersaults around Gotham City in a rediculous costume? Will you think about that a moment, my friends? Whenever you see Batman, who’s he with? Criminals! That’s who! You look in the old newspapers — every picture shows him with crooks, thieves, hobnobbing with crooks. Where as my pictures show me always surrounded by whom? By the police! I am an associate of the law. 

WHO IS THAT BLACK MAN?!

Michelle Obama’s Nutter Phonecall: An Obvious Hoax

Posted in politics with tags , , , , , , , , on October 15, 2008 by alphabetfiend

Despite its prominent place on the wordpress dash today, the story about Michelle Obama phoning API is a FAKE. It certainly sounded fishy with Michelle referring to un-named “evil” people who want to keep the black man down. Duh. It’s a right-wing hoax and they even signed it (repeatedly) with their favorite word. EVIL. Right-wingers love EVIL. They love to pepper their sentences with EVIL. Yes, I read it and it was that oft-used right wing word that tipped me off.

But just on the very bizarre off chance that Michelle Obama had become a nutter, I forwarded the post to the RobotBoy with the subject “Wierdness on WP dash this AM.” He is the political fiend in our pairing so I turn to him in times of wanton uncertainty. He wrote back: “Sounds like bullshit, haven’t seen any other mention of this story.” Later he forwarded me an article from Huffington Post (“Here’s the deal”) that said the fake phone call had the blogosphere (that’s us) fascinated. Arg. Fascinated? Shoot me now. Huff Post summed up the hoax thusly:

The article, from an organization calling itself “African Press International,” claims to have gotten a phone call from an irate Michelle Obama, in which she railed at the outlet for “spread[ing] rumours created by American bloggers and other racist media outlets in their efforts to damage a black man’s name,” and “evil people who are out to stop her husband from getting the presidency.” The fake Michelle Obama insists that her husband “loves his country” and promises the organization favorable treatment if they “write a good story about her husband.”

So no, Michelle Obama is not nutter. Byron York (The Corner) had to point that out to those rabid right-wingers because the word “evil” works them up into a vortex of lunacy. They foam at the mouth and spew crazy-talk. Logic holds no sway. Silly Rabbits! Trix are for kids! (or foxy tricksters.) Don’t they know that we aren’t as focused on EVIL as they are?

Naturally, a mere contemplation of the obvious should have short-circuited the belief that this interview was real, thus sparing York from having to point it out. The Obama campaign has been, throughout the season, notoriously disciplined and highly aloof from the press. Michelle Obama… wouldn’t be calling up random bloggers to yell at them. If she did, she’d be doing that all the damned time! Beyond that, there were obvious signs that the interview, and the organization, is fakety-fake McFake. For example: there are two “r’s” in “Farrakhan.” “Inauguration” is not spelled “innoguration.” And you’d think that a writer for “African Press International” would be clear on the concept of capitalizing one’s own publication’s name. Nevertheless, these obvious signs proved too elusive for some people, hence Byron York’s involvement.

Whew! Glad that’s over! Oh wait, they’re going to keep insisting and believing it’s real. You know they will!  Which is gonna be so so so annoying.

For a good laugh go see this great short read at a fellow bloggers page. So funny it hurts.

Hank Hill Votes for Obama!

Posted in I Heart Funny Femmes, politics, TV with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2008 by alphabetfiend
Hank Hill is not amused by the dumbass-ery of the Republican ticket. Both the ever-logical Mr. Hill and his dog-duchess Ladybird are voting for Obama. It’s a smart move considering his son’s penchant for show tunes & drag. Yes, Bobby likes girls, yes, and he and Connie were “goin’ together.”  As a hag, I know a little about fags and their love-hate relationship with the ladies. As a lady whose gent is a real-life grown up Bobby Hill, I can also forsee a future for Bobby as a bonafide ladie’s man. Either way, it’s all good.
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To be safe, Hank & Peggy best say no to Palin. The Veep nom is not what you’d call “gay-friendly.”  Sure, she “tolerates” gays with all her heart while viewing them as an evil mutation that deserves the AIDS and the dark-alley beatings and whatever else might befall them before they meet their due deaths and are sent straight to hell. The Hills still believe in the American Dream and they want that for Bobby, who is their first born son and only child thanks to Hank’s narrow urethra. Bobby’s questionable sexuality wasn’t part of that dream back when the Hills were first dreaming and sure, they struggle. After all, who wants their child’s future to include those back-alley beatings or the disdain of piggish haters like Palin who want to keep them legally less-than. Yup. Who indeed?  
 
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Sadly, the similarities between The McCain-Palin ticket and the animated Hill family are more than skin deep:

  • Peggy’s a (substitute) Spanish teacher whose Spanish is barely passable, but don’t tell her that! Peggy thinks she’s “mooey prolifico in talkito el Spaniard.” Sigh. All you teachers, your reward is in heaven. Peggy loves to play Boggle and the blame game. Peggy knows all about grrl-power and nothing about feminism. Peggy thinks if you can run your household, you can run the world. Peggy’s glasses suit her.
  • Cotton’s a rageaholic war monger. Cotton’s “cut off at the knees” and is proud to be an emotional cripple who barely knows his children. Cotton’s an abusive tyrant who thinks his military service excuses any and all bad behavior. Cotton’s led a long life of hard livin’ and when he dies, his legacy will be left in the hands of his unworldly concubine cum redneck youngin’. Cotton can’t get past what his enemies did to him during his vaunted military service. Cotton lacks class. He’s a sexist, violent ego-maniac whose old war stories are really getting old.

There are a few differences:

  • Peggy Hill may “tolerate” the gays now but that will change the minute Bobby Hill comes out of the closet, if not before. Peggy accepts Bobby as he is. If her son is gay, then Peggy will say that “gay’s the way to be.” I tell you whut. Even Hank, hard as he fights it, would accept his son and by proxy his son’s hubby. I spy Hank & Peggy — future members of PFLAG!
  • Cotton did not crash — is it 5 or 7?–  planes and then get himself captured. Cotton would never be captured. Cotton’s not a coward, but he is a lunatic. Good luck capturing Cotton. (In actuality, Cotton is even less alive then McCain and not just because he’s make-believe.)

No wonder Larry Flint cast Peggy as porn-star Palin in his latest political project Nailin Pailin!  And of course Cotton Hill starred as John McCain! An obvious choice. But poor poor Hank.  The things Hank saw while a tool-fluffer on Flint’s film! Now that’s XXX wrong. Argh! Burns the eyeballs! As if Hank weren’t already soured on the McCain-Palin ticket!

So Hank is voting for Obama. And Homer’s voting Obama too. Toons for Truth!

What’s funny in Arlen is not so funny in Washington.

What’s not funny in Washington is even less funny in my hometown and yours.

What happens in Washington does not STAY in Washington. Instead it “trickles down” (yea right) and leaves us damp and moldy. It makes like The Blob and oozes across state lines (bread lines?) Bubbles beneath door jambs, creeps into our homes. Bad decisions made by politicians become our problems. Make a list of your current ills and consider. Yup. I know. Bummer, isn’t it? Now think abroad, imagine the lists of others and how American politics has had a hand in that. Yup. Beyond bummer. Don’t let the 2008 election be your bad decision. 

Homer knows better, Hank knows better.

We know better.

Don’t we?

TrooperGate: Palin Found Guilty of Impropriety

Posted in politics, Republicans scare me with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 11, 2008 by alphabetfiend

The engineer of the Straight Talk Express (choo choo!) is all kinds of CROOKED.

Palin was found guilty today of impropriety and abuse of power for personal gain.

Wink wink.

I do whatever the heck I wanna do dog-gonnit.

I do whatever the heck I wanna do dog-gonnit.

A bi-partisan investigation into the TrooperGate debacle has ruled that Sarah Palin abused her position and her power as the Governor of Alaska. Palin wielded her political muscle to unseat Alaska’s top cop. The firing followed Monagen’s refusal to fire Palin’s brother-in-law, despite many (far too many) attempts by Palin’s husband and staff to have Wooten sacked. Todd Palin was unapologetic about those apparently blatant acts of vengeance which Pa Palin paints as “protecting his family.” 

To hear The Palin’s tell it the brother-in-law was a combative ne’re-do-well. That’s not really the point. There was abuse of political power. Period.

The bro-in-law may have been a foul, odious a-hole. Oh well. I’ve met a few of them myself but I didn’t launch a rabid campaign to get them fired. And then when I failed to do so, fire the fellow I could fire. Meaning she wasn’t allowed through her position as Governor to fire Wooten (bro-in-law) and she damn well knew it. So when top-cop balked, he got the ax instead. Shady, shady, shady-lady.

I can almost hear it coming, the same argument Brittany Spears had when she took her baby for a joy ride sans car seat, same thing Sarah Palin’s hubby said when Sarah pulled her own Brit and was spotted on the road with an unbuckled baby. 

We’re just cuntry! 

The Redneck defense strategy practiced by peckerwoods everywhere.

Their “country” ain’t “Our Country tis of thee.” Clearly. Okay, rednecks, we get it. Cause you’re “cuntry” yer exempt from the rules us city folk’s obliged to follow. S’pose I halfway buy that. Hey, I was born in the northern New Mexico mountains so I’m familiar with the outlaw mentality that flourishes in a rugged landscape. I know how it goes. Yer sister hooked up with a dead beat devil man who tasers his taser-happy son and shines his headlights in folks’ eyes and shoots all the moose for himself cause he’s a greedy SOB. He’s a savage. He can’t be saved. You’ve prayed to Jesus plenty but he’s still breathing. So you take matters into yer own hands, knock his teeth out in a local bar, set the neighbors to seethe with gossip, get ‘im canned.

What’s the fuss?

When you take public office in service of your country (not your county, but the old US-of-A) then you forfeit yer “cuntry” ideals and all means of down home justice.

Which means, Gov. Palin, that you can’t use your power to wage a private vendetta. You cannot throw your weight around in pursuit of a personal grudge, no matter how “in the right” you are, no matter whether Jesus is on your side or in your pocket.

If we have to tell you that, Ma Palin, then you shouldn’t be Governor of Alaska no matter how “cuntry” it may be.  Let alone VP of this fine country, sweet land of liberty.

In light of this finding, we cannot even consider electing Sarah Palin as Vice-President of the United States. By her own admission, Palin is a vicious pitbull. She had her jaws locked on Wooten and wouldn’t let go. Monegen tried to pull her off and done got bit. Look, he’s covered in red lipstick, oh wait, that’s blood. 

Do not put Palin just one meek heartbeat away from the big red button.

*** Note: To see a XXX naughty illustration of Palin’s “Cunt-ry First” attitude peek in on my post Box O’ Palin Porn-Flakes. Yes, yes, yes, OMG, yes! Too perfect. Really, I could cream over the perfection of it. I almost posted it here but didn’t want its dirty to take away from this very important issue of Palin’s dirty politics.

Obama: He’s Black Enough

Posted in Art & Culture, Feminism (Shades of Gray), Hooray for Choice!, I heart hip hop, politics, Rock & Roll with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 9, 2008 by alphabetfiend

“All I need is my blackness, some others seem to lack this.”

Schooly D says “Obama’s black enough!”

In light of last night’s “THAT ONE” comment made by McCain about Obama, I thought I’d post this most wondrous thing which I watched almost daily last spring. The McCain camp can turn the race screws and that might work on some but there’s tons of people out there who, like me, are absolutely giddy to see a black man this close to the White House. This is how change happens. Barriers are knocked down and change charges in. It’s not about politics for me so much as it’s about human rights. Race, yes. But also gay and gender rights. It affects all of us everytime one of us wins. So point out his blackness all you want Repubs. Yes, he’s black and it’s a beautiful thing.

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