Once upon a time the Dead Kennedys (With Jello Biafra) made a song titled “California Uber Allis.” It was quite campy, with the subject being “Moonbeam Brown, Dictator” and was treated as a joke. Next release (an E.P.) had “We’ve Got a Bigger Problem Now,” A remake that was Epic in many ways, longer (4 1/2 minutes long), more dynamic (soft and loud sections), and more serious (Ronnie Reagan Was A Real Issue). Probably one of the best remakes of a song ever done by the same band/person, up there with “Breaking Up Is Hard To Do” by Neil Sadaka.
So, evidently not afraid to go back to the rewrite well again, the members of the Dead Kennedys who won the right to use (more than one meaning intended here) the name through a lawsuit came out with a different version of “MTV Get Off The Air,” entitiled “MP3 Get Off The Web.”
(Now understand, this was an impossibly hard listen. Between what the title promises and twenty-five plus years of memories both good and bad, there’s a cachet that “MTV Get Off The Air” has that the other has to live up to.)
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First, the introduction. Now Ron “Skip” Greer is right that MTV is hardly into music anymore, but he then does downhill quick when he starts pointing at the audience and blames them for the tragedy of getting iced milk instead of a Gelato. A Gelato?
Ron then goes into a spiel that rips into people who do Social Media. And as he goes on, his voice gets as ugly as Jello Biafra’s in Goons of Hazzard (which comes too close to glorifying the goons he’s trying to lampoon, in my opinion).
And we just finished the first part of that song. Thankfully the thrashy second part was totally undecipherable outside of the “MP3 Got off the MP3 Got off the MP3 Got off the web” chorus.
Then we get to the third section – the part with the trumpet player has a star turn – and the parts where we can see them straying from the original rant sounds lame in comparison to the original rant. And The RIAA? Never mind that last bit being a bit too long…
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Now I understand what was intended: A message for the audience to buy CDs so the band gets their money. However, there has to be a better way to get that message across.
The fact is, the singer here sounds like a spoiled brat. Ice Milk instead of Gelato? One thing the “Dead Kennedys” (The present band that got their name via a judicial ruling, not the original) need to understand is that people who go to the shows may not buy their music, but they’re showing up at their gigs…and are probably buying stuff. Last time I showed up at a gig I bought a CD AND a T-shirt…and contemplating buying a second one. That gets a band more $$ than buying a CD from Amazon.com, or a record store.
And trust me, the RIAA wants everyone to buy every PLAY, not just every song. They’d rather every house had a jukebox in which people had to put in $$$ every time they wanted to play a song.
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A sour feeling all throughout the song. And I’ll bet that if I find the lyrics, I’ll feel sourer still.
If you asked me which decade was the worst decade for America, I would state “The Nineteen Seventies.” Not the Civil war decade, not the Depression, nor even the last ten years. And I have nine reasons.
Note that none of these reasons have anything to do with what was done overseas, or with arts and entertainment. These are political actions that many people cheered on because they took an immediate benefit from these decisions. It’s only with hindsight (and a willingness to look beyond one’s nose) that we see what it was that made the seventies the pile of ugliness that it was.
So…here’s the list, with my reasons:
Probably the biggest thing to notice is how libertarian the list is. Liberalization of Divorce, Freedom to delay motherhood through extreme measures, cheaper prices for food, travel and other stuff, ability to escape one’s financial problems and the freedom of being an American without the price of service: whatever could be wrong with that stuff?
Well, it’s been thirty years since 1980, and we’re seeing it. Two generations unwilling to marry because they’ve seen the scars of divorce. A nation that seems psychotically split between city/college and country/suburb. Bankruptcy from Government to people. An education system that requires what amounts to a lifetime indentured servantship via student loans, and a job “market” that no longer uses what’s out there. Working and Middle class on the cusp of final defeat (no unions, no organized body to fight against The Man ™). People so willing to believe in the system that they’ll cut their own throat to affirm that belief (aka Tea-Baggers); meanwhile everyone else has grown passive waiting for the Messiah (whomever that person may be) to save them from their inaction and passivity (Read: the Tea-Baggers may get “their way” by default, as they’re the only people willing to back their demands by actions and guns – Like Abraham at the mount, they’ll figure out that my throat will readily substitute for their own.).
I could have done without Disco (which comes from Roe and Doe) not needed Punk, and maybe been willing to suffer under twenty more years of Hair-Metal and Country/Country Rock transcendent for better times. Instead we got what we now have.
And it sucks.
Big time.
Just so you know, when I last talked about my job things were going pretty well for me. While people working mornings were taking hits on their hours, the afternoon people were getting full days and sometimes more. While whole areas were getting removed from regular (medicaid) service, the core of the service seemed to be going on as usual.
Well, things seem to have changed yet again. Now the afternoon people are getting hit, mainly by pushing the start times a bit later. Not only that, but the boss has actually grown a backbone with workers who pick days off – a driver who decided to take a weekend off without warning was given a week off.
Granted, it’s about time – after all, it’s patently unfair for the morning crew to suffer all the pain from the dropoff in business. However, I wonder if there’s going to be some other impacts on the job.
Such as the ability to take time off whenever I want/need.
Since we’re talking about less people at work as time goes by, the remaining people will become more and more necessary. Since the remaining people will become necessary, time off will become rarer and more precious…or even nonexistent. I can see myself working the last months of my job (assuming it dies off) seven days a week, 14+ hours a day because they only need a few people to do everything.
Meanwhile the area becomes more and more deserted-looking. The factories that once pumped jobs in the area have been getting torn down, some extremely rapidly. While there’s still an excess of housing, that is being shrunken down – not by people buying houses (WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THE ECONOMISTS THAT HOUSING IS NOT AN ECONOMIC ENGINE AND THAT CALLING IT THAT IS JUST HIDING THE FACT THAT THERE’S NO LONGER AN ECONOMY?????) but by the local housing falling apart in an increasingly rapid rate. No news will comment on that, just something I see driving around. Malls are getting emptier (if they’re not emptied already) and those malls staying filled have accepted payday loan stores, rent-to-owns and multiple tax return offices to replace the Piano stores, upscale clothing shops and music stores of the past (Yes, there used to be Piano stores. Pianos were a sure sign of a settled, middle class lifestyle that started disappearing during Reagan’s presidency). There’s the constant shrinkage of businesses downtown as lots of once-useful stores are disappearing, replaced by such fufu as massage parlors, hairstyling places (when combined with massage it’s called a “spa” nowadays), Mexican restaurants, payday loan/pawn shop/check cashing/tax return place (yes, they combine nowadays) and antique stores. Even the big box stores are trembling as their customers find themselves with nothing.
Meanwhile people order online, happy in knowing that Amazon.com still doesn’t pay taxes (yes, Virginia, even “Liberals” cheer when they gyp the state they live in, which Amazon always tries to do). These same people cheer when factories that once gave workers a living wage are torn down to make “Green Space” and bellyache when someone wants to do something to improve things that doesn’t involve tourism or bike-friendly pathways (never mind most people get to and from places only in cars, using the bike paths for recreation on the weekends).
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It seems that the United States of America only has enough money to give to the rich, either directly or indirectly. Can’t get veggies to the city kids so they’ll eat something other than Doritos (nor can we teach their mothers how to cook) yet we fund Monsanto’s constant suing of everyone who chooses non-GMO’d seeds. Can’t fund Medicare or Medicaid properly anymore, so we gotta make sure the rich can take their Medical Vacations (they pay less for the whole Angioplasty plus a week’s tourism than I pay for a night at the hospital for a fake heart attack!). Gotta pull eyeteeth to save GM and Chrysler, but a bank whispers “I need more profits” and we hand it to them without asking or even checking up on things. Can’t fund a purchase on a new house, but Trump’s new castle for the nomadic elite – up and running.
And I’m left watching the detrius of the world left behind. Houses collapsing, malls emptying out and/or downclassing. People saying “we can’t afford anything” while supporting those who cut everything down to fund their xanadus.
Build Mass Transit? We can build enough to insure it fails.
Build Expressways, then? Just well enough to we can watch it fall apart in front of our eyes.
New Electrical Grid? Why, when the good (read: wealthy enough) can get their own generators to pollute the air for the poor around them?
Decline? Sure, as long as the rich get to watch millions die at the hand of their starving neighbors.
Welcome to 1984, only Orwell ended up blind as to what happened ten years after Winston Smith was shot… Who would have thought that Winston Smith ended up the lucky one?
Been an odd two weeks. Never mind the royal wedding (although that picture of of Princess Kate “Bowing to her Prince” was priceless), everything around Donald Trump and President Obama just smelled of Bullshit to me:
Which leads to a few questions, some of which are:
There’s just too much strangeness going on here. I call “Bullshit!”