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September 12, 2004


Toxic

Sun Sep 12 14:18:44 MDT 2004

For some bizarre reason, I find myself engulfed in material from the Princess of Pop. Some of legally acquired, some of it illegally so (well, if you consider p2p illegal, that is), some of it recent, and some that's been in my possession for months or years. Wierd, huh?

So anyway, while I found myself again visiting a site created by somebody with waaay too much free time, I found the perfect lyric to dedicate to EVERYBODY. They're even offering 30-second pre-release clip in mp3 format, right there on the website.

(I searched p2p for a complete version, but alas, I suspect such a thing does not exist anywhere outside the protected halls of $elite_recording_studio just yet. Oh well. However, thanks to my friends at allofmp3.com, I did manage to nab a version that would be familiar to pretty much anyone who listened to pop radio circa 15 years ago.)

Artist: Bobby Brown. Track: My Perogative. (sic)

They say I'm crazy
I really don't care
That's my perogative

They say I'm nasty
But I don't give a damn
Gettin girls is how I live

Some messy questions
Why am I so real?
But they don't understand me
I really don't know the deal
....

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live?
I don't need commission
make my own decisions
That's my perogative
...
It's my perogative
(I can do what I want to do)
It's my perogative
(I can live my life)
It's my perogative
(I'm doing it just for you)

Tell me why can't I live my life?
Without all of the things people say?

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live?
I don't need commission
make my own decisions
That's my perogative

In other words: Fuck you all!

Analysis: America's discontent industry continues in the pattern of recycliing yesterday's fluff to sell to a new generation of cynically angry youth. But this time around, the "artist" will be a female, with an even more "Toxic" dose of psycho-dramatic "up yours" energy. Get ready to hear it flooding the airwaves.

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me. Why don't they just let me live?

Or, for those who would prefer to hear Minnie Mouse, click here.


"That's part of her brilliance," Kahn said. "She has this weird awareness of her appeal. She totally understands that she's naughty and nice, that she's the girl next door gone bad who is constantly titillating you. She's not like most artists who flaunt their pure sexuality. She toys with you and leaves you conflicted."

Source: MTV News.

Even Britney Spears falls victim to America's insane intellectual property regime.


Decisions, Decisions...

music: Edenbridge - Sunrise in Eden

Sun Sep 12 16:10:02 MDT 2004

As I contemplate yesterday's "decision" to begin my big road trip roughly 2 weeks from now, my head swims with doubts and questions.

Am I really going to go on a multi-month roadtrip? Will it work? CAN I do it? Yes, I believe can, but is it truly what I want to do? How will I possibly be ready 2 weeks from now?

Then there's the part of me that thinks it might be wisest to just revert to a pattern of behavior that some people seem to be wanting and expecting:

I could give up, and have a complete emotional breakdown.

This would lend to some the satisfying benefit of seeing me, for a while, unable to do much more than tie my own shoelaces. That is, UNTIL I fall back under their control. (i.e. Adopt a pattern of behavior and a set of desires that fits in easily with their conception of "reality".) Once I'm back in the mold, then, I suspect, it would again be acceptable for me to start "recovering".

Any "recovery" that takes place outside the confines of their presupposed parameters is utterly unacceeptable, and I will be, in their minds, worse than mentally ill until I submit.

But getting back to the practical questions:

Road trip in 2 weeks?

In some form, another, yes. If I end up being a lot less ambitious than I was feeling yesterday, it may end up just being a trip to Lincoln, NE for the fest and back. (Except that I REALLY want to see my friends in Wyoming again, and it won't be hard at all to work that in, at least geographically. So that, too, is almost definite, assuming it works on their end.)

I think it would be wise for me and others around me to plan as if "the big trip" WILL happen, even if it doesn't, or ends up being far less than I had hoped. If the month of October begins, and I suddenly find myself with no taste for the road and/or practical limitations become overwhelming, then I will naturally rethink things.

NO PLAN, NO MATTER HOW WELL-CONCEIVED, SHOULD BE HELD AS AN ABSOLUTE, OR ACT AS A STRAIGHT-JACKET.

To see a "Mental Health Professional?"

I'm thinking about it, but mostly as a way to appease those whose absolute concern for my seemingly all-important "mental health" trumps all else.

(Isn't it funny how, when it suits their purposes, one person's "mental health" suddenly becomes far more important to people than the thousands dying in Iraq, the hundreds who were arrested and held without just cause in New York, or even one woman and her child across the street, whose physical safety were seriously threatened in the middle of the night a few weeks ago?)

But at least we have our priorities straight!

Speaking of priorities, the next question on my mind...

Will I go to the club tonight?

This, naturally, is the question that's been weighing on my mind this afternoon. At this point, the answer is uncertain.

On the "Pro" side:

Wow, I think I just convinced myself I should go. Wait, what were the "Cons" again?

Final decision? Uncertain.

Either way, I'm stepping away from this terminal now, and likely won't be back until tomorrow. Thus, this (most likely) finishes my online writing for today. Seems like a short one (at least in comparison to some of my other recent stuff).

But before I leave, a lyric from this super-cool song:

Artist: Edenbridge. Track: Holy Fire.

I remember a past life
A life long ago
Memories are reveries
And visions fading into grey

I behold the paleness
With the glimpse of an eye
There's no friend in no man's land
Streets leading to wild frontiers

Let the touchlight shine above you
Scan a flashlight of a dream
Take the spell and hold the spirit of the flame
And rise up with the light

Holy fire, glimmering eve
Follow traces until you believe
Light a candle for the magical ring
And wait until you see the night's breaking in

Am I walking the false path?
The one of no return
Counting strides, and mind divides
The ever-turning Wheel of Time

Then I'm crossing the border
Beyond the no-man's land
Lizard eyes and painted skies
The turning point right on my way

Let the touchlight shine above you
Scan a flashlight of a dream
Take the spell and hold the spirit of the flame
And rise up with the light

Holy fire, glimmering eve
Follow traces until you believe
Light a candle for the magical ring
And wait until you see the night's breaking in

holy fire, glimmering eve
follow traces until you believe
light a candle for the magical ring
and wait until you see the night's breaking in

holy fire, glimmering eve
follow traces until you believe
light a candle for the magical ring
and wait until you see the night's breaking in

Beautiful. Now, no matter what happens, I know that this day is complete. (I'm almost tempted to start posting lyrics by the band "Dreams of Sanity", but I think I'll refrain, as I've probably already put out more than most readers will have the capacity to handle. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. Oh well.)

Sun Sep 12 16:57:59 MDT 2004

Sun Sep 12 18:02:30 MDT 2004

P.S. I had to link to this, because Sarah-Katherine's writing is absolutely phenomenal. Hilarious, yet touching. Someday, I'd like to meet her, even if she does want to kill me. Preferably without having had a shower in weeks. :) :) :)

Double P.S. A little thread in which she responded to my comments. Yep, I'm still a fan. And as a bonus, I have been taught a tiny bit more about what pleases the type of woman I want to attract. Thanks, motel666.


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