wilco - heavy metal drummer
“People always get confused about ‘Heavy Metal Drummer,’ because they think I was the drummer in a band that covered KISS songs. That’s not what it’s about. I can tell you what it’s about. Hopefully, it won’t ruin it for you. … That song is really just another reminder about not being judgmental and reductive. There were many, many nights in St. Louis where me and my friends would go see some punk band at the cool punk club, and then we’d all go to the landing on the Mississippi River, because the bars on the landing had a four A.M. liquor license. And all us punk guys would sit there and scoff and feel superior to all the heavy-metal bar bands with the big hair and the spandex, most of whom were having the fucking time of their fucking life. So who was losing? Me. I was. Those guys were getting laid, they were deluding themselves into thinking they were gonna be huge stars, and they were living. And I was dead. I was staring into my drink.” - Jeff Tweedy
(via devilinme2day)
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So I noticed that lots of songs fancy the use of the colour Purple. It ranges from Lady Gaga’s “purple teardrops I cry” to Juilan Casablancas’ “goin to hell in a purple basket” and The Doors’ “we of the purple glove”. Why do all the things have to be purple? Of course there’s also Gogol Bordello’s Start Wearing Purple.
Why the hell purple? WHY
And Prince, where the hell can I find “purple rain?” WHERE
And of course Animal Collective don’t always have the most discernable of lyrics but the explosion of purple things like “when you show my purple gaze” in The Purple Bottle makes me wonder why and what. Does the world know something about the colour purple that I am risibly unaware of?
So I did some intensely scientific research via Google and Wikipedia and I found nothing, except that said colour is sometimes ascociated with royalty and nobility. ORLY? And then I thought of other colours, the basic, non-specific ones. Only yellow and purple have two syllables, and syllables tend to matter. And yellow is not mysterious enough to be cool and purple just sounds better and it just rolles off the tongue.
man, i dont know, im sorry
“Somewhere along the way, my hopefulness turned to sadness,
Somewhere along the way, my sadness turned to bitterness,
Somewhere along the way, my bitterness turned to anger,
Somewhere along the way, my anger turned to vengeance.
And the ones that I made pay were never the ones who deserved it,
And the ones who deserved it, they’ll never understand it,
Yes, I know I’m goin’ to hell in a purple basket,
At least I’ll be in another world while you’re pissin’ on my casket.”- Julian Casablancas, “Out of the Blue”
Every once in a while I hear a song I think I could have written, based on how I feel about my life. This is one of them.
this completely justifies my unhealthty obsession with The Strokes through out middle school
Glad we’re making progress here — I fantasize about this scenario daily!
Now they’re predicting ten years until I can think, “set alarm 5min” and 5 minutes later a bell goes off, or “message Nick gym 7:30?” and Nick gets an IM asking what time we go to the gym tomorrow.
Or, “11in = ? cm” to get back “27.94”.
A lot of people are probably like, “No way, I’m not turning myself into a cyborg!”. But the joke’s on you: Cyborgs will dominate every job class from CEO to telemarketer. Your caveman brain will be unemployable. The choice isn’t, “Upgrade or stay normal?” but “Upgrade or starve?”.
Maybe.
Via 2020.
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