April 7th, 2009


Serge Gainsbourg “New York USA” Edit

Serge Gainsbourg’s New York USA — Chaircrusher Simplistic Edit

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This is a DJ tool — I could, and should spend more time on it, but I’m playing on the radio next Saturday and wanted to use this track. It’s all live drumming, and it’s only 2 minutes 18 seconds long originally — not much there to mix with. So this is re-clocked, with some of the percussion breaks looped and a proper kick drum, and Bob’s your uncle.

Knowing Gainsbourg, this song might be some sort of elaborate dirty joke, but I prefer the surface reading of the lyrics:

J’ai vu New York/New York USA/Je n’avais rien vu d’aussi haut/Oh ! C’est haut, c’est haut/New York/New York USA

I saw New York, New York USA, I had never seen anything so high! Oh so high! Oh so high! New York, New York USA!

There’s something so childlike and open about that, and that refrain of “Oh c’est haut!” is so sweet. What that has to do with an African beat, only Serge knows. But the more I listen to Gainsbourg the more I think he was a complete genius. I just have that 3CD Gainsbourg/Gainsbarre CD set, but I can see being completist about Serge. There’s so much to his body of work beyond “Je t’aime ma non plus,” “Lemon Incest,” and “Comic Strip.”

Originally published at Do My Eyes Look Scary?. You can comment here or there.


The Continuing Twitter Mystery

It’s like if a bunch of your friends all of a sudden started getting into Scientology. I hate to be the gazillionth person to say “I don’t get Twitter,” but I don’t get Twitter.

I will say this, it seems like 2 or 3 people a day start following me on twitter, even though all I do is post links to this blog as tweets.

And what actual adult ever aspired to ‘tweeting’ as a serious endeavor? And if you really want to get down to serious WTF, according to the Internets, Jennifer Aniston broke up with John Mayer, because he tweets too much! It’s not WTF, why did she dump him, it’s WTF, you’d rather tweet then hit that? Jebus!

And while I’m ranting — if you’re crossposting your tweets to Livejournal, you’re just annoying me. Some of my dear internet friends do that, and no offense intended, but the last thing I want from any of y’all is your out-of-context replies to @pathetic_shutin.

And when people start doing that @reply bullshit it turns me off to Twitter even more. It’s like listening to half a cell phone conversation, only when people talk on the phone, they usually give you some fucking clues in their half of the conversation as to what’s being discussed.

They dont call him Tweety for nothing

They don't call him Tweety for nothing

Originally published at Do My Eyes Look Scary?. You can comment here or there.


Vermont Passes Gay Marriage: Look Forward to Gayple Syrup!

The dominos are falling. We’re up to 4 states with legal gay marriage, and I think there’s a good chance Prop 8 will be thrown out eventually by the courts in California. I expect even more states to go this way over the next few years.

A big factor will become evident after several months of legal gay marriage in Iowa and Vermont. Once it stops being a headline, people will see what a non-event it really is.

And while State Constitutions vary wildly in how they deal with Equal Protection, the Iowa ruling is a pretty powerful precedent for any other state with Equal Protection clauses in their constitutions. I’m sure the Lambda people are all over this already.

But the fact that the sky isn’t falling is a hard argument to refute. The real obstacle to this change taking place everywhere in the US is that older Americans just can’t get their head around Gay marriage. An overwhelming majority of people under 40 have digested the fact that being Gay isn’t a crime or a sin or a perversion. They’re over the Gay thing — it’s just something people are. The older folks who aren’t swayed by facts or logic on this issue are going to have to die off. Not to put too fine a point on it.

Originally published at Do My Eyes Look Scary?. You can comment here or there.