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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Sunday, April 6, 2014

The Stan With the Plan

So, here's a thing: Apparently, Kazakhstan has decided that they're finished with being a stan and want to change their name. According to the president of Kazakhstan, the suffix "stan" has gained a negative connotation over the years, because the neighboring countries of Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, and Kyrgyzstan are riddled with poverty and caked in mud, while Pakistan and Afghanistan are famously war-torn and may or may not harbor known terrorists. Kazakhstan is the most economically developed nation out of the seven stans, and they want to change.

THIS. IS. BULL. The Seven Stans have been my favorite group of countries for quite some time now. It's difficult to decide on a favorite, but I'd have to say Uzbekistan because of its quirky personality and the fact that they put a record twelve stars next to their Islamic crescent on their flag. Nearly everything these poverty-stricken nations have done together has been a truly seamless blend of many different styles of violence, chaos, and semi-rusted Soviet tanks. So in memory of the Stans, let's think back through their impressive discography.

Although many say that the definitive work of the Stans has to be the Russian invasion of Afghanistan, I personally find that the best moments of this great group came when individual Stans took the wheel and gave us their own #1 hits. The megalomaniac dictator Niyazov of Turkmenistan is truly one of the world's all-time best dictators, but unfortunately millions of people have yet to hear of this lesser-known human rights tragedy (despite pleas from thousands of Turks who urged the international community to really consider checking it out). Today, most people consider this to be one of the most underrated dictatorships in world history, but some still claim to "Not understand it" and never return to it again. Tasteless Americans.



I liked them before they went mainstream.

Then there's the ultimate Stan moment in my opinion, when the Stans first came together right as the Cold War ended-- a situation that immediately created Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, and Kyrgyzstan. Man, what a great group. There's Kazakhstan, the leader. Uzbekistan, the popular one. Turkmenistan, the cute one. Tajikistan, the quirky one. And Kyrgyzstan, the quiet one. Bringing in Pakistan and Afghanistan for a few sets really rounds out their atrocities, I think. But all this would not have happened if Russia hadn't stopped oppressing them and started letting them oppress themselves for a change.

I mourn the disillusion of this spectacular arrangement of extremely talented nations. Fortunately though, all is not lost. If Kazakhstan bows out, the other Stans will undoubtedly pick up the pieces only to blow them to smithereens once again. It's totally lame that Kazakhstan has now become "too cool" for them, but hell, I never liked Kazakhstan that much anyway. Maybe this will allow Kazakhstan to expand and grow as a nation, even releasing some solo works to build on what it accomplished with the other Stans. And the fab four that are left over have been hinting at possibly performing some smaller atrocities and genocides at unannounced locations in the region.

Bye!

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The Rolling 5t0nes

I have been indisposed for the past few days, seeing as my ears were ringing, my head was aching, and altogether I was a tired, exhausted mess. In other words, I went to the Rolling Stones concert in Oakland on Sunday, and it was friggin' insane. SO MANY OLD PEOPLE TRYING TO ROCK... aargh... it hurt. Graham Vert

However, in addition to seeing The Pirate King and The Jagmeister in person, we had a suite, complete with pre-chilled chardonnay, a private bathroom, a flat-screen TV, free sandwiches, and a great view (provided you used my dad's binoculars). This was all made possible by my dad's cousin, who called him up on Saturday to ask if he wanted to see the Stones-- to which I can only imagine my dad said "YES! YES! OH MY GOD YES! I WILL OWE YOU MY LIFE!!! ALL PRAISE BE UNTO YOU, MY LEIGE!!! YES, YES YES YES YEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!"

Mere speculation. Anyway, it was fun on a bun. They played Paint It Black, Dead Flowers, Sympathy for the Devil... and there was even a little video at the beginning featuring celebrities talking about the Stones.

Not to mention that outside the stadium, there was a religious nutball with a sign that read "FEAR HONOR OBEY LOVE GOD", which was some of the most f**ked up s**t I've seen in years. He started yelling about how Rock and Roll was the devil's work, and that "Nobody's got time for Jesus anymore," so I yelled from the ramparts "AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FO DAT!" I'm not sure if anyone got the reference, but it was totally worth it.
   

I never understood the logo... I mean, yeah, it's a tongue... A+.

Mick Jagger now looks less like Mick Jagger and more like one of the melting face Nazis from Raiders of the Lost Ark... just sayin'. But it was fun. I smelled more weed that night than any other time in my life. And I live in San Anselmo, Marin County... so you know that's a lot.

Anyway, that's why I haven't been blogging. I got to school on Monday like a sleep-deprived zombie. But it was totally worth it. Bye!

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Hole in the Ceiling

There's been some uproar in California, my home state, over a fugitive at large in SOCAL. For those of you from the other 98% of the country, SOCAL means Southern California. Try to keep up on the witty, awesome, Golden State acronyms. Anyway, the LAPD have put out a $1,000,000 bounty for Chris Dorner, a suspected cop-killer, who is at large somewhere in the area. My question: Is this actually a real thing, or just the return of the TV show 24, but on a much larger scale?

The bounty was just issued tonight, which makes things much more interesting. Maybe Dog the Bounty Hunter will try to nab this guy. Or maybe a young, aspiring bounty hunter from Marin County will...
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In other news, the Grammies are tonight (no, not MY award ceremony, the Grahammies). And I wish I could say I was shocked by the results... The Black Keys have been raking in the accolades all night, from best rock album (El Camino) to best rock song (Lonely Boy). As you may remember, The Black Keys are my second-favorite band (after The Beatles), and have given us such amazing songs as Gold on the Ceiling and Howlin' for You.

 
Anyway, if you want their best songs, just buy Rubber Factory and Brothers on CD and download Gold on the Ceiling individually... El Camino isn't their strongest album. Graham Vert

What amuses me about this is that every time I go to the Fairfax movie theater, I look up to see that one of the ceiling tiles has come loose. And so me and my friends start singing...

HOLE IN THE CEILING

Up on the roof
It hangs again...
Fall on the floor
My mind can't take much more...

I... just hope it doesn't hit meeee...
NANANANANANANANA
NANANANANANA
They wanna fix my
NANANANANANANANA
NANANANANANA
They wanna fix my
HOLE IN THE CEILING
NANANANA
I ain't lyin',
Just a matter of time,
'Fore you seal it...
NANANANANA
It's all right,
Ain't no tile of mine....

Can't see the clouds
But I can see...
Mold, asbestos
About to fall on me...

I... just hope it doesn't hit meeee...
NANANANANANANANANA
NANANANANANA
They wanna fix my
NANANANANANANANA
NANANANANANA
They wanna fix my
HOLE IN THE CEILING
NANANANA
NANANANANANANANANANANANANANANAAAAAA.....

Yeah, okay... you don't need to tell me it's not very good. But hey, it's better than actually watching the previews, right?

Bye!

Friday, March 9, 2012

Dumbstep

There is a new, disgusting fad ravaging America. Not since the dark days of Justin Bieber and Twilight have those of us with good taste suffered such an indignity. It's called Dubstep, and it's just about as f***ing stupid as it can get.
Basically, Dubstep is the dumbing-down of all music as we know it. First there was Perry Como. Then there was Muzak. Then there was Rebecca Black. And now we, as a society, have reached a new low. Dubstep takes no skill. It takes no brains. It is merely electronic sounds pulsed into your ears for four painful minutes. Then the next 'song' starts. You know how the DJ used to make those noises with the record before playing it? It's just that.
I didn't think we could go any lower than 'Baby, baby, baby, bay-beeeeEEEEEE!!!', but this is unbe-f***ing-lievable. Those who listen to Dubstep should be put in a pit with speakers that blasts nothing but The Beatles 24/7. It makes me sick. There are no lyrics. There is nothing called 'talent' involved. Whoever the giant dickhead who invented this is, he should be put to a swift yet painful end.
So: On behalf of my generation, I apologize. We made crap like this popular. Eventually, we will grow up, and start listening to stuff like The Black Keys or Train, but until then, the rest of us will have to put up with it.
Bye!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

It's The End of the World as we Know it (And I Feel Fine)

It is a sad, sad day indeed.
REM has officially disbanded. The third-best band I have EVER heard is gone from the face of the Earth (after, of course, The Beatles and Greenday).
All is not lost, though. For my birthday in November, I'm going to a Weird Al concert, where the man himself will be promoting his new CD, Alpocalypse. Here are the best Weird Al songs ever:
1) Amish Paradise
2) White & Nerdy
3) eBay
4) Eat it
5) Everything You Know is Wrong
These are fantastic songs, so good that even the originals don't come close.
Sigh... REM...
But on to happier topics. Uh... there aren't any.
School is back. Qadaffi is alive. Republicans are being complete and utter morons. What else is new?
A lot, actually, because I have OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED MY CANDIDACY FOR THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!! I DID... something.
Really, at the end of the day, that doesn't mean much. I am polling at exactly 0%, tied with Rick Santorum (Google his name!). The funny thing is that my cat, P-nut, led the polls at 24%. Fortunately, there's a poll error margin of roughly 4%, so P-nut could be at 20 with me at 4! There ya go, peoples! I've made my impact on the American political system!
Now to retire.
Bye!