Posts tagged ‘music’

Heavy metal parasite cure.

No. Not really. Although some might come to that conclusion. But heavy metal does not cute of parasites.

The article (linked here) says, basically, that in populations with little or no parasitic prevalence, the tolerance to outgroups, such as metal heads (and bands), is higher.

In general this isn’t something I usually would write home about, but the German article (linked here) is different in its wording.

Instead of saying “associated behaviour”, they said that the “irreligious and antisocial behavior” was a “habitus” of the metal scene.

That aggravated me.

Have the people who associate the irreligious and antisocial behavior with metal heads ever met metal fans? Have they attended at least ONE concert? Event? Visited, or frequented a metal/rock bar?

I guess not, because if they had, their prejudice, their “association”, of metal heads with irreligiousity and antisocial behavior would be gone.

Half of the people in the metal scene wear pentagrams, Thor’s hammer pendants/tattoos/patches/whathaveyou. They may not be a member of YOUR religion, but they’re not irreligious.

There is more faith based symbolism in a crowd of metal heads than at a congregation of born again christians!

The people in the metal scene are like all people: There are assholes, and there are nice people. But when metal heads get together at a concert (or the likes) you get a sense of kinship. I’ve never felt more welcome, or safe, than when amongst other metal heads. And I am a misanthrope, I hate people. But I love these people.

I’ve been to other concerts, venues, events, but never have I felt this secure, this welcome and wholly at home than with metal heads. They are the most inclusive, tolerant group of fandom that I know (and I’m also a Nerd, so make of that what you will). In the metal scene I have never seen the kind of “sexism” that is present in other social groups. Women are treated as equals, perhaps a bit put on a pedestal, but never badly. I have never seen metal fans being outright racist (please note, reverse racism isn’t a thing. It’s racism. Fuck off, snowflake).

That isn’t to say it doesn’t exist in the metal scene. Again, they’re like all people, some good, some bad.

But in general, the “associated” adjectives of antisocial behavior and irreligiosity are bullocks.

Like every individual in the history of mankind that defends its tribe, I could write until my fingers bleed or the screen is scratched through. The outsiders will airways perceive the tribe in question as negative.

It’s natural.

That is how we, humans, are.

But still, I had to break a lance for my people.

Next time you feel frightened by metal heads, join them. You might be surprised. Tell them a Metalhead sent you.

\m/

A.

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World Wide Warning

An acquaintance of mine got a passive aggressive note passed to him by a stranger in the tube. A world wide warning. That the internet is evil and that you should appreciate live music, paintings in galleries and conversations in the flesh.
Bullshit.
I have a magic device in my hands as I write these lines, that allows me to listen to obscure African metal bands I could only listen to live if I invested a ludicrous amount of money (and time) to travel to some African country or another, while chatting with people on the other side of the globe and looking at paintings from the great masters, which I – again – would have to spend ludicrous amounts of money (and time) to gain access to. Carrying on my kindle an entire library worth of books, with no added weight. All while riding the metro. Or bus. Or sitting on the toilet.
Whoever thinks that only live encounters with art and people are worthwhile must lead a pretty boring (and/or expensive) lifestyle. Heading from encounter to encounter, with vast stretches of nothing in between.
Hey Mr. In-the-flesh, take your world wide warning and take it with you in your warm filthy hipster holes. I believe I have seen more than you did.

Take off the nostalgia goggles of times before you were born, those times had their shit sides too. (Coldwar, anyone?)

Take care,
A.

Crappy Birthday in September

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This is the perfect gift for people who overcomplicate everything, including and especially taking a dump.

If your victimfriend likes the feeling of warm toilet seats (aka touching asses) and has to crap in a badly heated glass box so a feet warmer and discreet panel illumination are just their thing, and they like to s(h)it for hours on the bog listening to music, getting their buttholes (or in case of female friends, their vaginas) massaged by an oscillating/pulsating bidet stream – go for it.

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6,650.00$ is a price readily paid to give someone you hatelove the displeasure of this square-ish toilet.

Just ask in advance if the bog is e-mailing or twittering the times and durations, as well as chosen bidet programs for each individual user. The world has, after all, a right to know.

Have a crappy birthday, quite literally,
A.

Eurovision Song Contest

So there’s this article in the news here (clipping at the bottom), telling us that they are planning to have sewer/manhole covers play the winning finalist songs of the past song contests so far.

Don’t get all nuts about this, it’s the same idiotspeople who condense roughly 900 years of history into 18 pages, so take everything they claim with a HUGE grain of salt.

If it was true however, that city council decided or planned to install this kind of entertainment in manhole covers throughout the city, my question is less a question of “why?” (since most people wear earphones or are too distracted to listen to the sewer noises) but a resounding “how?”.

Did they find a stack of old Walkmen (walkmans?) in an attaic in the council house? Are they now in the process of recording songs on tapes, and there will be workers in the sewers turning cassettes all day long and replacing batteries? “Riiiiiissse…..liiiiiiikeee….a”
Or have you “found” a truck load of iPhones and bluetooth loudspeakers, charging the songs on the councils iTunes bill? Who charges the phones? What happens when it rains?
Are they installing giant frak ass speakers in the seweage treatment plants blasting this shite into the sewage pipes? Will I now have to listen to this crap when I take a dump?
Is it “live” and a band is placed down there?

Besides the technology, and the exact “how”, it IS fitting to play this shitty music in the sewer, maybe it even drives out the rats…

At first I pondered whether they found this on a fake news site, but not even those pricks have that much imagination, this is the kind of whack idea that either was conjured up by a “journalist” on a slow, SLOW, SLOOOOOOW day, or that was actually discussed in the city council. (Which only shows you what kind of idiots we’re dealing with here)

It baffles me.
But, I must remind all of us, it is Oesterreich we’re talking about.

Here’s the clipping…oesterreich musik kanal

Stop Scanning! (Comedy)

I hate citrus.
I personally think it is a weak fruit hiding behind a strong aroma. An aroma that makes my teeth hurt when I smell it, and that can peel the paint off walls if used too freely. Other than that there’s nothing to a citrus. Vitamin C levels are higher in a potato or an apple. So the citrus is a weak fruit, without any additional flavour or aroma other than the widely known.

But that ain’t the issue here.

I’m somewhat old school when it comes to the digital department. Not that I’m against the development of new technology, or new social media.
Far from it.

What I loathe is useless crap. No, not bashing google glass, it IS useless, but a nice gadget.
No. I hate the media systems that scan your HD for media.
MP3 players and such.

I always had a tidy music collection:
Z:\>MP3\Genre\Artist\Album\Artist – Song.mp3
I don’t want them sorted by some bloody ID3 Tag that is wrongly maintained by EVERYONE! Downloaded, bought, ripped – don’t matter, that shit is always wrong!

I once copied an Album using Media Player and I correctly named the Album, guess what? Only the first three songs were correctly tagged.
I only saw this later on my MP3 player, not right away.
By then I had given up.

I know of people – my generation – who have a song in their “library”, but when they look for it on their hard drive it is no where to be found!

Woohoo smarty pants, in the “library” it’s Banana Joe by Oliver Onions, file-name “bananas001.mp3”. They can’t share it, find it if it’s saved outside the Windows standard folder  “Music”, or copy it to any location….
This media library nonsense has turned people into bafoons!

I know it all for the greater good of having ALL the people in the digital world, but do we really WANT them to participate in this digital world? I know I don’t.

But then again, I don’t want Citrus stench anywhere, but it is considered the refreshing smell of “cleanliness” by most. So I guess you can say, it’s good that I don’t have a say in things, or else every Citrus Orchard would burn…

Stuff (29.July 2013)

I have a videocamera, a digi cam, a large Music Library, a TV and Radio, an alarmclock, a stopwatch, a watch, a computer with Internet Connection, Browser, E-Mail, office applications, games and a ton of storage capacity, not to mention a phone and a messaging capability to send short text messages to other people.
IN MY POCKET!

I always find it astonishing if I think about it this way. Yeah, again I’m beating the virtual again here, but a cellphone is a pretty fraking amazing miracle!
And it shows so many pictures of my baby son. 😉

Yet, eventhough I have access to almost all of mankinds information with it, I wonder when I will be able to scan stuff with it? You know, a Tricorder like in Star Trek. “I won’t bord that Subway, oxygen levels in there are so low only lower lifeforms can survive in it!” 😀

Conspiracy of the seven!
Okay, it isn’t a real conspiracy, but I observed a fascinating obsession we as a society / species have with that prime number. Here it goes, Seven:
• Days in a Week
• Deadly Sins
• Seals
• th Haven
• Wonders of the (ancient) World
• Seasons to Star Trek TNG, DS9 and Voyager
• Summits
More if I stumble upon it. 😀

Insane?
Is it an option to return to the mental asylum?
No honestly people, I’m contemplating returning to Facebook, mostly for reasons of making this blog more widely known. But perhaps I’m just going to restart there with a brand new FB site…
Still pondering about this, no rushed decisions. 😉

Speaking of insanity, a relative is driving me into angry mode atm. So when I’m not busy with tending to Baby and Babyneeds, my wife, my dog, the apartment, work and a little bit myself (= writing), I’m in angry mode. I beg your fogriveness concerning my lack of activity here.
Aside of that I have prepared for the next few parts of the Whose World Series. (I know you folks don’t like it as much, but maybe you’ll grow to it in time, if not, I still publish it…) see the “Shape of Things to Come” page for details of the schedule.

Hopingyou are ahving a good time never the less.
A.

Beating the virtual (part 1)

After months of absence from Facebook, returning there even for five minutes is like visiting a mental institution. As if you have been there and made friends with other patients; really great people, relatable people.

Then you were released, and you went out into the real world:

Real friends, private life, and after some time you think “Hey, I wonder how my Pals are doing! Gonna visit them!” and as you do and watch them for a few minutes you are struck with the sudden realisation “They’re fuckin nuts!

“Thanks for the cow, want a sheep?” no farmersmarket, but farmville. Okay that ain’t the deal anymore, for some time it was Mafiawars.

Really? Sending others to virtually sleep with virtual fishes?

If I were a Mafia boss I would find the people responsible and send THEM sleeping with the fishes. I would make Zuckerberg sleep with the fishes.

So they answered Pop Song Quizzes.

“What song released in 1984 had he female genitalia mutilation as a topic?”

Answer: none. Unless the song was called “Ouch motherfucker, this hurts and bleeds, I’m gonna kill ya!”, none.

You see the makers of these quizzes are like pretentious english teachers. Interpreting shit into a piece of literature, or song in his case, that isn’t there. Like a mental patient at the insane asylum.

Fitting.

If I were to ever release my stories, someone would go and ask “What does he fucking sphere of water hovering in that tower mean?” and some pretentious asshole would say “the auhor means the holed up tears inside of us hidden from the outside world, obviously needing to get someone to see the sadness inside, the sphere hints at a need for the feminine, since a boob is also roughly spherical; especially since a tower is a phallic symbol, the feminine inside of us needs attention!” no.

No motherfucker, its just a fucking ball of water floating inside a tower. It’s a goddamn fantasy story!

A goddess of water lives inside it!

“there! The feminine aspect gets corporeal form!” [shooting noise]

If any author or musician needs to hide his or her true intentions behind symbolism of this magnitude, then I don’t give a shit! If he excuses it with just a subconscious experience of he protagonist – i don’t care!

Just like the star wars books!

If Lucas wants to say something he should’ve made better prequels! I couldn’t care less about the cartoon series or he fucking books!

Neither do I care for hidden meanings and symbolism in songs, poems or stories. Get it out in the open or shut the fuck up! So to answer the pop song quizz: no song about the mutilation of female genitalia was released in 1984…

As if a POP singer could do that! Pop! The lowest of the low! Look at the people dominating the charts! Look at them! These people wouldn’t understand symbolism if you beat them with a book about symbolism, covered in symbols!

I heard a car alarm the other day.

I got the impression that these so called pop musicians these days sometimes stand on the street, hear a caralarm going off and then think “Hey! I’m going to make a song out of this!”

“weeooweeooweeoo yo out on da street weeooweeooweeoo my homies in da hood” repeat.

six producers and five writers creating a facebookpage…

I need to leave the asylum, it pains me to leave behind some of my friends, others I can see elsewhere.

But I have to leave the nut house…