Lysander: Proceed, Bushwick Bill

by Belle Waring on November 19, 2013

All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the
lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this
thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.

‘Ah, so it’s come to this, I see! Ms. Waring wishes to share with us her love of Geto Boys. This is a bridge too far. Really, though. These are the Let a Ho be a Ho people here. Is this some sort of feint after which other marginally less implausible opinions will seem more plausible?’ (hint: ish.) Oh look everyone! It’s Unsung, a Behind-The-Music style show about black musicians, with a whole episode about Geto Boys!

What’s that? You say that it is, possible worlds and all, conceivable that I might have found something you were less likely to watch/listen to, but I would have had need to strive hard? Look, you goobers listen to podcasts about Alan Greenspan’s tragic and shamefully-lauded legacy in US monetary policy. Multiple podcasts of such wise. You listen to podcasts with Dan Drezner in them! (Sorry Dan, but you’ve never laid down beats like this.) It would hurt you real bad to hear about a concrete way in which racism in American society is applied to obscenity and threats of violence, would it? And hear some killer tracks? Scroll on, then, one wouldn’t want you to dirty your hands. SIKE! No, motherf%*#kers! Just open a tab and listen; it ain’t like it’s going to kill you. Though you will be missing interesting and humorous visual effects. “But Belle, I hate all rap music!” OK, this is nonetheless rather historically interesting, you may find, about the spasm of violence in the late ’80s and mid ’90s in the US that seemed like it would never end, and the real fear that hip-hop induced in white listeners. This white dude who was covering the hip-hop beat at Source magazine at the time is probably the single whitest person who has ever lived, including Immanuel Kant. His last name is Soren! When he tells you, “people were scared of this music!” you think, “you wet your pants when Paul Anka came on the oldies station!” Nah, but, in fact he’s extraordinarily well-informed etc. “But Belle, I only care about the history of Neolithic Northern Africa!” Oh really! How fascinating! Well, you’re off the hook then, but you should be getting about your business, I must say. This is rather a lot of slacking already. Oh hey five minute version!

Why are people so inclined to get confused about music? And less so about, say, novels? Platonic hangovers from The Republic? No, because obviously not, and also, is that part even serious? Not even. Music goes right to fantasy 1950s slide-show rendering of limbic system so…? Also no. Allow me to quote some of the video to you on the barest off-chance that you do not watch it through:

DJ Red: We would look in the newspaper and find a story and put it in the first person.

Scarface: It’s just like somebody goes out there and makes a horror move–you expect horror, don’t you?! When the track is over, don’t think that the dude in the song is going to go out and kill someone.

Willie D.: “They said we’re racist, sexist, indecent and misogynistic.” [David Geffen, then producing and distributing Slayer, Guns’n’Roses and Andrew Dice Clay, picked up and re-mastered, but then dropped The Geto Boys in a fire of criticism about their language, subject matter, etc. There was notably an anti-Iraq War I track as well. An entire Op-Ed page of the WP seemed to be shown debating it (and censorship of music more generally) but I can’t find it without a subscription. The album was re-titled as “The Geto Boys”, with (genuine) mug shots of 2 of the band members on the front, and was a hit.]

Willie D: The majority of the people who don’t like a certain type of hip hop—these are the people who think Goodfellas is one of the best movies ever made–The Godfather, Scarface—-so of course we attribute it to race.

The band’s best-ever song, and the one that propelled them to fame, is “My Mind’s Playing Tricks on Me.” The was before the gangsta rap switch got flipped from “this is your only hope of getting enough money to buy your mom a TV and then your ass is going to get shot and die” to “you’re going to become Jay-Z, marry Beyoncé, and be the second-most-powerful black couple in America after the President and First Lady no lie hahahahaha! But no, really.” (“Belle, is this why Jay-Z is so almost-entirely-boring?” “Yayuss. But not entirely.”)

Boring old people my age, you know how you’ve wanted an excuse to hate almost everything that ever took place after the daemon-creature “P7ff D#dd4” (I naturally won’t name it here) was ensoulled into a living body in Biggie Smalls’ entourage in what was truly the most horrific act of violence in the East Coast/West Coast feud? Because this. Being a dude that sells drugs on a shitty corner in the middle of the night and is always getting beat-up and short-changed at first and then having to beat those people up and then sent to jail…that’s not supposed to be a pathway to owning the Yankees or some shit!? That life sucks. It is widely known to suck. Songs about this are supposed to be like “Johnny Too Bad.” He looks cool now! I knew that because I studied the album cover, many, many times. The photos from the photobooth. He looked badass. But I used to listen to it when I was sent up for naps (I just want to stand up for kids everywhere here and say fuck a bunch of naps. If your child cannot fall asleep within the first 12 minutes max then NO.) I had to just lay there and not even read, just reinscribe faces in the stains on the ceiling and smell sweet weed smoke and hear that. “You gonna run to the rock for shelter, but there will be no rock (no rock)/you gonna run to the rock for shelter there will no rock/(no rock).” I was very afraid. My brother fell asleep right away and I wanted to touch him–but not, because it was so hot, the blue-and-white mattress ticking would be showing right away through the sheet under his sweaty little body and also I might wake him up. But I was scared. “One of these days, when you hear a voice say ‘Come,’ where you gonna run to?” I did not even know whose voice would call.

Let’s close this out with from lines from Bushwick Bill who, I may need to note, suffers from dwarfism and is one-eyed. One-eyed because he was so distraught and suicidal all his life about his inability to be a man that he wanted to die, but wanted his mother to collect on the life insurance. He was crazy drunk, high; he tried to provoke his 17-year-old girlfriend (he was already something of a success) to shoot him by hitting her and proffering the loaded gun, but she wouldn’t do it. Even by threatening his son he couldn’t get her to fire. He had to put the gun to his eye and they struggled for it; he took one to the brain and survived. He raps about it in what is actually a really moving song by and about a person with a rare disability in a culture that prizes being a man (he’s originally from Jamaica but moved to the US as a kid, to Bushwick, Queens (NYC)). I think it may fairly be said both cultures prize masculinity. He explains that he started drinking hard to show that he could still keep up with the other boys/young men his age in one respect, even as he stayed short, and they grew away, and away, and towered away.) The coldest person, out of all of this? By far? Their producer at the time. He heard Bushwick Bill was shot; got permission from the other members of the crew and Bushwick Bill’s…mom, I guess, I have to re-watch, (I was kind of distractedly-riveted by the coldness), and sent a team of photographers out there to the hospital that night. The borrowed a hospital gurney and took Bill outside the room and took a photo then, and there. They used it for their next record. Just image search Geto Boys We Can’t Be Stopped. Rough.

Bushwick Bill: I have never shot anybody. I have never killed anybody. I have never raped anybody. But we have to tell you about the violence because I don’t know any kid in the ghetto that he wakes up and the day is quiet. [One-eyed little-person is saying this, just, reminding you, as there was considerable dispute about it at the time. Not that he couldn’t shoot someone! You kinda need to see him say it.]

[In reference to the charges of indecency et al.] I was calling the moon the moon; I was calling The United States The United States; I was calling the world a planet, I mean…” trails off into laughter.



Belle Waring 11.19.13 at 9:05 am

It all rounded out so nicely that I did not address one of the points, hey, weren’t Geto Boys even more misogynistic than the ushe? (Wait, how do you guys spell when you’re saying the first syllable of the usual but longer?) A: kinda yes? iTunes will throw up a Geto Boys track sometimes and I’m like, goddamn that was nasty. Nastier than Eazy-E though (hint: naw.)? Nastier than Ice Cube circa Death Certificate? (Perhaps you think I’m proving the point against me but I’m not; people bitched–bitch–about Geto Boys like they were the nastiest thing ever. And like you could hear P.E. say whatever the hell they wanted but these Geto Boys were some Southern dumbasses given hip-hop a bad name. (Not even, because Bushwick Bill…name much?, and also, rapped on the Chronic.) But they weren’t so much nastier than other groups; they just had a serious, raw, emotional appeal…and they were nastier, yeah LOL.) OTOH, No: I like stupid death metal?! I like a ludicrous song by G.W.A.R. about throwing a naked amputee groupie off their tour bus!? The fact is that we leave black musicians no leeway to be kidding. To be joking. To be taking on a character. Someone has to entitle something a “Hiphopera” to get the effect and even then people are not getting it as well as they do when G.W.A.R. did it with 0% effort. And they were ludicrous foam penis statues that threw fake blood on you…I don’t even. How much extra-in-advance announcing does Janelle Monáe have to do for critics and audiences to understand she has a brain in her head and has undertaken something as part of a storyline of her own devising, and is trying out various characters? It’s over the top, really. But she has to go to those lengths. Racism in the music industry still means that no one will get it otherwise.

If every track you lay down is misogynistic, can you be pretending? Well, if every track you lay down is meant to be something like a documentary that you make by pretending to be real characters…how shall I describe this…like a play? But with more music? Yeah, if you’re doing that, and if you see all those young men doing that shit in your neighborhood, selling drugs, getting involved in what is a lot of the old ultra-violence, really, but really, if you see all those young men have to hate the women in their lives not to get pulled out or pulled under or–something else none of us here knows anything about? Then you would put it in the songs. All the songs? Well, it depends. What happens in “My Mind’s Playing Tricks on Me?” Scarface narrates how he had a girl, but he “thought she was just another bitch/now she’s living back with her mother…and now I’m realizing that I love her” The song is about how he totally fucked up his life with that attitude.

DJ Red left the group when it came out that someone had murdered someone else listening to Geto Boys. But remember those kids’ parents who sued Iron Maiden for making their kids commit suicide? What do we think of that? Moronic. I can see why he would say, “I’m leaving, thanks” when that happened. But the truth is there are just so, so many songs by white musicians about dumb shit like this and no one–quite correctly–cares.


Belle Waring 11.19.13 at 9:44 am

Also, I thought before I checked that this was going to say “Theseus: ‘Proceed, Moon.'” Even then I was thinking to myself, ‘Fuck you, Theseus. Go Duke of Athens this.’ But no, it’s a million times worse, it’s Lysander. Far be it from me, the Bard, etc., but this play would be vastly improved if the four lovers were doused in pitch and used to illuminate the rude mechanicals’ play. (Which would…then need to be put on at night because it’s the next day? I don’t care. KILL THEM ALL.) My school (and its brother all-boys school) put on a Shakespeare play each year and the student-director did really marvelously one year cast the four lovers with golden-haired popular kids, and have it be in modern dress, and they all in Lacoste shirts with popped collars. It did one’s heart good to see them suffer.

And now that I’m just commenting away, I will note that the particular, solicitous concern for women that suddenly comes up when black musicians are involved and then evaporates completely when it’s no longer needed is rilly, rilly obvious, you guys. And irritating. I don’t even remember what it was I said about how wonderful the Chronic is, and right away three people wanted to know why I wasn’t outraged by the sexism, given that I am such an easily-outraged-by-sexism-sort of person?! The number of people who reacted in this way when I discussed my deep and abiding love of the Rolling Stones recently was about…zero. Brown Sugar? Really? Please just go read the lyrics and then feel bad about everything that has happened on our planet. Sweet Black Angel off Exile? I love that joint, but, it’s probably because the muddy mixdown saves my heart, and let’s still not pretend they don’t say nigger on there, they do. (I’m not going to lie and say I hate Brown Sugar, but…couldn’t Sway just come on?) That’s just a few of the (extremely) racist parts! Shall I just start the misogyny with a mild “I’ll stick my knife right down your throat baby and it hurts!” and we’ll let me off of the four page essay I’ll otherwise turn in? Ta. The virtue of white women has always been a club to beat on black men. I’ll start buying the concerns for my little old discriminated-against white-woman self when they come in some guise other than shitting on a bunch of black musicians. Until then, it’s enough to know that y’all are all there for me, that if I call for help, y’all have all got my back.


Ciaran 11.19.13 at 9:56 am

Ain’t it possible to be appalled by the sexism of both the Rolling Stones (under my thumb is really unpleasant for instance ) and rap music . This is quite a common position .
I’m a fan of rap music but I think sometimes mysogony substitutes for actual content eg the chronic vs the chronic 2001.


Jim Buck 11.19.13 at 10:19 am

The idiocy of animal spirits, thrusting down the only economic route available to your roots, and into the rut prepared for you. But is it art? Sure is uncle fucker, well a lot of the time it is.


Belle Waring 11.19.13 at 10:36 am

Ciaran: yeah, that’s perfectly reasonable. It’s just less-often voiced. Or for whatever reason, those who feel very, very strongly about the misogyny of, say, The Rolling Stones, don’t happen to comment on posts about The Rolling Stones.


Jim Buck 11.19.13 at 10:44 am

Rolling away OT, but it’s not just the Stones misogyny which gets winked at; the misappropriation does too:

Keef claims to have sweated gin over the intro to Sympathy for the Devil. Can that be true?


alex 11.19.13 at 2:10 pm

It may not feel like it for those of you who grew up with them. But I think the difference is that the Rolling Stones are an irrelevant period piece. They formed more than 50 fucking years ago y’all, I imagine people were pissed at the time, but it makes about as much sense now to expect people to be outraged by the fucking Blues. I mean, when has Rock last been a credible musical force? Emo was the latest offshoot to make an impact, and its particular brand of mild self hating misogyny (“omg by gf is a bitch, I am going to cut my wrists and cry in the corner”) rapidly became a running joke. The charts are still dominated by rap and hip hop.


DaveL 11.19.13 at 2:22 pm

I’d think “Under My Thumb” would be up there near the top of the Stones’ misogyny canon. No racism, though.

For some reason (maybe my consciousness has been raised or something) I notice more and more how many rock songs are written from the point of view of stalkers and boyfriends you’d never want to see again.

Still, “white rockers did it first” doesn’t hit me as the best possible counterargument, nor does “it was satire/fiction/documentary.” Stuff often comes across as none of those things, but what the writer/singer really thinks.

To take an excursion to a different sometimes violent misogynistic racist art form, the book “The Silence of the Lambs” was for me on one side of the author saying “I really think this stuff” and “Hannibal” was on the other. I’d say the same about “Blood Meridian” versus “The Road.” In each pairing I can re-read the first (non-“ick”) without thinking I need disinfecting after, and I can’t re-read the second (“ick”) at all.

I don’t know if the preceding makes a lot of sense, but I get the same “ick” reaction to a lot of rap, hip-hop, etc. I don’t get it from (e.g.) Frank Ocean, who is some sort of hybrid of genres, assuming genre even means anything.


Belle Waring 11.19.13 at 2:51 pm

alex: hip-hop still dominates the charts, but a little something called “rock music” does also. Hip-hop production style dominates a lot of what would have previously considered disco or R&B. But Katy Perry is not rap or hip-hop. Neither is Rhianna, or Taylor Swift, or Lana del Rey. Do you know what was burning up the charts when the Stones were big? R&B (Olden tymes words for black peeples music). When The Stones were still kicking it in later days with Tattoo You? Black dance music. Sugarhill was putting out albums in the ’70s. The oldest recorded tracks of DJ’s using samples while people rap are from 1970 and 1971. That is 40 years ago. Pretending like people just came up with hip-hop in 2000 or something is silly. In any case, Geto Boys are a decidedly outmoded band, much more so than The Rolling Stones. People still learn about The Stones if they try to learn about rock at all. Or your grandparents can just play it for you all the time, like how my pops does for my kids.

DaveL: the “it was fiction” line can be bullshit in any given case and may be so here. I simply assert that white musicians are instantly, and very frequently, understood to be using a fictional voice in music, while black musicians have to actively publish essays to pretend they are clones from a dystopic future for anyone to dimly grasp that it might be fiction. No one every thought, for even one one-millionth of a second, that the dudes in Steely Dan were really cooking up kitchen-clean LSD and selling it in SF, notwithstanding the narrative of Kid Charlemagne.


Jim Buck 11.19.13 at 3:32 pm

And Maggie really in the basement, mixing up the medicine–nor on a farm.


bill benzon 11.19.13 at 3:40 pm


alex 11.19.13 at 4:15 pm

Sorry Belle, who are the modern faces of rock misogyny which dominate the charts and people ignore in favour of attacking black musicians? Imagine Dragons? Fun? Mumford & Sons? Lorde?

The reason people attack rap and hip hop is because it is the only music which is currently relevant which is hateful. Rock has a minor presence, and the groups that do chart are socially progressive. EDM does dominate the charts – and is entirely about rolling balls and loving everyone.

For all I know, 40 years ago your Stones critique would have been spot on. But things have changed and the only part of current music where those sentiments are expressed are rap and hip hop (and maybe c&w if one of them break through).


zbs 11.19.13 at 4:46 pm

Last night I thought the OP was a bit over-determinate about the average CT commenter but I held my tongue and well, looking at this, I guess I was wrong. I wondered if this were true:

Why are people so inclined to get confused about music? And less so about, say, novels?


With rappers you’d think it’d be a bit easier to tell that it’s a whole self-enclosed narrative, as opposed to when, say, it’s supposed that Mick is speaking out of those distinctive lips of his own (though “Thumb” is great in part because the lyrics are so exaggerated about the attitude it’s spoken from: “when she’s spoken to,” etc.; the point is to appreciate the nuance of the characterization, and put it in its place, not to pretend it’s a prescription).

But, moreover, the record doesn’t say “Brad Jordan,” it’s Face. And listen to the sort of sad, deluded way the early versions of that character speaks himself up. I mean, “Money and the Power,” not only is there an obvious self-reassurance built in the chorus, but the way it ends suggests a mere postponement of his end (a more delicate way than Cube’s maybe slightly too cautionary “dressed in the county blues”).

A side note: Texas, seems, always been an unusually rich source of cross-pollination in American vernacular music, early on with heavy overlap between, variously, its own particular versions of blues, proto-country, jazz, garage rock, proto-funk, with occasional sidelines into Norteño etc., all the way up to the vanguard of the dirty south: the Geto Boys. I guess it’s too pat to attribute it to some kind of lack of respect for borders, any case now that seems sadly, in other areas at least, quite reversed.


godoggo 11.19.13 at 4:52 pm

The Stones blow, always did.


matttbastard 11.19.13 at 6:07 pm

What is it about clueless white guys falling over themselves to prove Belle’s points in CT comments? Alex, you’re positively adorable.

(I bet David Gilmour simply loves The ‘Stones.)


BJN 11.19.13 at 6:07 pm

Alex: perhaps your understanding of the full breadth of hip-hop is, say limited?

Billboard top 5 hip hop/r&b:

1. Eminem ft. Rihanna: rapping about the demons in his closet
2. Drake ft. Majid Johnson: Drake is not sexist
3. Eminem again: if you’re still mad about what he wrote when he was barely 20, I’d suggest you look deeper in his catalogue.
4. Jay-Z ft. Justin Timberlake: We have all agreed that these guys are safe, right? Jay Z has walked back a lot of his previous misogynistic lyrics, has taken to showing a lot more complex females in his songs (i.e. Venus vs. Mars), and wrote a book about how you shouldn’t take rap lyrics literally.
5. Mike Will ft. Miley Cyrus: LOL white wimin

and you know whats at number 6? Robin Thicke. Why aren’t we worried about Alan Thicke’s son and what he is doing to poor innocent Miley Cyrus?


lambchop 11.19.13 at 7:01 pm

Bushwick is in Brooklyn, but otherwise, brava.


Jim Buck 11.19.13 at 8:10 pm

The oldest recorded tracks of DJ’s using samples while people rap are from 1970 and 1971. That is 40 years ago. Pretending like people just came up with hip-hop in 2000 or something is silly. In any case, Geto Boys are a decidedly outmoded band, much more so than The Rolling Stones.

DaveL: the “it was fiction” line can be bullshit in any given case and may be so here. I simply assert that white musicians are instantly, and very frequently, understood to be using a fictional voice in music, while black musicians have to actively publish essays to pretend they are clones from a dystopic future for anyone to dimly grasp that it might be fiction. No one every thought, for even one one-millionth of a second, that the dudes in Steely Dan were really cooking up kitchen-clean LSD and selling it in SF, notwithstanding the narrative of Kid Charlemagne.

Pop will eat itself, perhaps Rap will someday backdate itself:


ZM 11.19.13 at 8:14 pm

Right, not completely sure of this, but quotes from black women’s words on the subject of the black experience in the United States of America are among the myriad of things not deemed suitable for publication on crooked timber? Interesting bias Belle…


Straightwood 11.19.13 at 8:16 pm

Belle Waring does it again! I love reading her stuff: it’s like watching a demolition derby of impossibly conflicted resentment. This time it’s misogyny vs. racism. Nothing will be left in the smoking wreckage, but what a grand spectacle.


ZM 11.19.13 at 8:17 pm

I’m out of this thread, since moderation is completely random, arbitrary and seemingly biased. Have a good day. Thank your mother for the rabbits.


Wonks Anonymous 11.19.13 at 9:15 pm

It was Judas Priest, not Iron Maiden. And the song in question wasn’t even one they wrote, it was a cover of “Better By You, Better Than Me” by Spooky Tooth. And the alleged “do it” lyric was not actually sung, it was a combination of a guitar “hiss” and an exhalation, if I recall correctly.


Anders Widebrant 11.19.13 at 9:35 pm

Well on the one hand just because the master race is now so affluent that white violence seems like a joke, it doesn’t follow that it’s a great idea for black people to play at their game. But on the other I’m cruising for a propeller full of bootstraps here so whatevs.

Speaking of hip-hop, have y’all read Fresh Off the Boat? I’m not all the way through it yet because it’s just too good to read from cover to cover.


Substance McGravitas 11.19.13 at 9:40 pm

I believe Slayer’s Silent Scream has something to say about infanticide and utility.


Doctor Memory 11.19.13 at 9:52 pm

ZM: not to interrupt a good flounce, but given that when you posted it was roughly 4:30A.M. Singapore time, I think it is possible that Belle was sound asleep and your post was caught up in CT’s notoriously random spam filter.


ZM 11.19.13 at 10:39 pm

I am not posting on these threads again. Doctor Memory, you are told your post is awaiting moderation when moderation hasn’t been decided. Once moderation is decided your post either disappears or appears. It is too inconsistent for me, so I will not contribute to Belle Waring or Chris Bertram’s threads again, but will just grit my teeth reading them.


ZM 11.19.13 at 10:43 pm

Just to clarify – my first comment on the OP disappeared entirely from the thread, rather than having awaiting moderation next to it, which i take to say means moderation was decided against publishing it, which is the prerogative of the poster. Ok, now I’m out.


js. 11.20.13 at 12:14 am

(I bet David Gilmour simply loves The ‘Stones.)

I bet we’re not talking about this guy! Or are you?


godoggo 11.20.13 at 12:32 am

Maybe he means this guy.

Meanwhile, I bet Peter Singer likes them, at least that “stick my knife right down your throat baby” song.


godoggo 11.20.13 at 12:41 am

Actually, I don’t think they blow, just absurdly overrated.


matt 11.20.13 at 1:47 am

The use of the concept “overrated” is overrated.


godoggo 11.20.13 at 2:00 am

Which brings us back to blow blow blow blow.


Belle Waring 11.20.13 at 3:46 am

ZM I never actively moderate my threads in advance, just disemvowel them afterwards if someone is being really horrible to me. I don’t even know how to do the former. The spam filter is just really hinky–please ask people to attest. It’s not simply the having of links that prejudices the filter, it’s random. I’ve had comments on my own posts et up, though I can usually rescue them. As Doc Memory points out, I was asleep in any case, since it was 4am Singapore time (we are same as HK for financial market reasons.) You are quite welcome to comment on my posts and I assure you I am not destroying your comments, or, indeed, anyone else’s. I sleep till 11am, too, so keep that in mind.

Straightwood my man! Keeping the wood straight! Good to see you.

godoggo: what has come over you all on a sudden? My mom and dad told me a lot of lies when I was a little kid, but they told me some plenty true stuff too, like, “don’t talk to policemen” and “The Rolling Stones are a great band but they go off the rails sometimes, and Mick shouldn’t pretend to have a Southern accent, that’s just Wrong, and while Sympathy for the Devil is overrated, Under-Assistant West-Coast Promo Man is underrated, so, y’know, maybe it balances out,” and “liquor then beer, never fear; beer then liquor, never sicker,” and other things like that.


godoggo 11.20.13 at 3:56 am

I dunno. Maybe it’s just that time of month.


Jim Buck 11.20.13 at 9:43 am

Jagger, who is related to the aristocratic Sitwells, affects a variety of accents. Chatting to his chum William Rees-Mogg—following the latter’s celebrated editorial, on Jagger’s behalf–Mick modulated his speaking voice to put his saviour at ease. Then back to the study, for more attempts at cockney–and more ‘you’re gonna get your head kicked in’ ditties.


Belle Waring 11.20.13 at 12:24 pm

Ah, not a southern…English accent or whatever, an accent from the South in America, like in Silver Train or something!


Jim Buck 11.20.13 at 12:34 pm

Dat because he a minstrel, missy. His mama should have called him Tony, ‘cos he sow nettle seed, cynicism, and idiotic animal spirits:

Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,–
He’ld sow’t with nettle-seed.
Or docks, or mallows.
And were the king on’t, what would I do?
‘Scape being drunk for want of wine.
I’ the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too, but innocent and pure;
No sovereignty;–
Yet he would be king on’t.
The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
No marrying ‘mong his subjects?
None, man; all idle: whores and knaves.
I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.


Ronan(rf) 11.20.13 at 12:53 pm

Someone recently tried to convince me that when considering modes of oppression, (or whatever the term),Phillip Roth should be seen as a black man. I just don’t understand this old world any more


Ronan(rf) 11.20.13 at 1:42 pm

This old interview is quite good (the entire thing is online)

as an example of how the culture/or the industry/or media etc forced people to ‘play a part’ over time (I think it’s quite sweet, tbh, although other peoples MMV)


zbs 11.20.13 at 2:03 pm

Does it follow that none of the Invasion bands should have sung in a faux American accent, or is there something precious about the accent of the American South? (Which accent of the American South?) Is it even possible to somehow sing in a voice with no affect?

(Although I do myself wonder if Lorde should really be singing like that.)


Ronan(rf) 11.20.13 at 2:09 pm

People should, as far as possible, sing in their own accent would be my personal take, as a traditionalist, when it comes to singing voices.


zbs 11.20.13 at 3:26 pm

I would hazard that is extremely difficult to do, and more difficult the more demanding the singing part gets.

This reminds me of an irritation I have at people complain about the sound of production on principle, be it 4-track gritty or compressed studio sound: the complaint isn’t about its appropriateness or effectiveness in context, but rather as if there were some particular way things are all supposed to sound. Or as though it were possible for something to be recorded sans production, pre-production. (There is also fairly obvious Derrida-style argument in here somewhere.)


godoggo 11.20.13 at 4:43 pm

I don’t care if the accent is authentic or not. I care if it sounds good. Jagger sounds like shit, always.


Ronan(rf) 11.20.13 at 8:27 pm

Well Tom Jones sang in his own voice, and had a fine old career, and was never left wanting for the better things in life..


Bill Benzon 11.20.13 at 9:25 pm

@Ronan(rf): and, it turns out, Tom Jones is a pretty convincing bluesman, which he demonstrated in one of the episodes of Martin Scorsese’s 6 part blues extravaganza several years ago.


Ronan(rf) 11.20.13 at 9:35 pm

I looked it up Bill Benzon. Nice.
Now I will add a caveat that I’m not loving his version of Bring it on Home to me, but his Love Letters straight from my heart is good.


godoggo 11.20.13 at 10:19 pm

It’s hard to separate pronunciation from vocal timbre and rhythmic feel. When people affect fake accents the purpose is to get the sound they want, which doesn’t necessarily have anything to do about the extra-musical aspects of the culture.

Tom Tom Jones rocks. He doesn’t strike me as having a particularly strong fake American accent when he sings, altough maybe his compatriots hear it differently, but anyway I’d say he just has enough vocal control that it’s easier for him to get the sounds he wants without altering his pronunciation so much.

I plan on going back and forth between trollish and non-trollish comments as the mood strikes.


zbs 11.20.13 at 10:40 pm

Yes, @47.

This is one of the things that’s troubling (to me) about contemporary jazz vocalists: if they attempt to sing standards it is very difficult to avoid sounding painfully affected because of the combination of (dated) lyric diction and the tradition of their adaptation to the musical progression. Pointedly changing either thing isn’t necessarily a better solution.

(See also Jonathan Mayhew on related topic.)


godoggo 11.20.13 at 10:57 pm

Matter of taste. I think Gregory Porter (whom I just learned of) sounds fine singing standards. I think Dianne Reeves sounds good. I’m a big fan of Dwight Trible’s ecstatic gospel-rooted thing.


Haftime 11.20.13 at 11:26 pm

Thanks Belle, I really enjoyed your article. I think your Janelle Monae point is really apposite – but I guess I wonder to what extent rap’s obsessions with realness contributes to this? When I think about musical personas, Rick Ross is one of my favourite examples. BMF begins with the line “I think I’m Big Meech, Larry Hoover”. How meta is that?
This is an ex-probation officer who’s patently never been the Don of a corner shop, let alone a drug empire – but when he was outed as such, doubled down on it.

As an aside, that song is notable for the role it played it contemporary dance music. Obviously trap was around before Lex Luger, but it was definitely around afterwards – and there’s no EDM without real trap shit. And Wikipedia says that Big Meech is a fan too. How about that?


Tim Wilkinson 11.20.13 at 11:55 pm

I always heard the words in Johnny Too Bad as ‘…run to the raw for rescue’, and somehow accepted that either ‘raw’ was really ‘law’ but pronounced/recorded/heard so as to sound like ‘raw’, or else was some obscure usage of ‘raw’/’roar’/’rah’ or something, which meant something like ‘the authorities’.

Not that I thought it through that explicitly – just inchoately accepted it as a mystery, and that for the purposes of that song only, there kind-of just is a word pronounced as ‘raw’ – though not spelt the same, or etym’ly connected, which has a meaning roughly as described. As you do in these situations. Though sometimes you don’t even assign much, if any, meaning to the sound – one that springs to mind is ‘gullid’ in ‘young and gullid junky’ from Ian Dury’s ‘Uneasy Hotsy Totsy Sunny Day’.

But anyway, definitely not ‘run to the rock’. Never heard it as that. Though while I’m rambling (almost at midnight, too), there is a song with ‘run to the rock’ in: US song, jazzy/bluesy I think, maybe 50s R&B, can’t place it, nor the performer…


Ronan(rf) 11.21.13 at 12:01 am

Tim – Sinnerman by Nina Simone IIRC


Tim Wilkinson 11.21.13 at 12:04 am

Sinnerman, Nina Simone. And quite a close parallel – so maybe ‘rock’ is right after all. Maybe the ‘ck’ is just systematically elided, but I don’t think it would be. Maybe I’ll listen again when I get round to it (no bandwidth for youtube).

Don’t mind me. Carry on.


Tim Wilkinson 11.21.13 at 12:04 am

Crossed with Ronan, obvs.


Belle Waring 11.21.13 at 3:03 am

Tim Wilkinson: it’s actually a Biblical reference, in which the wicked man will run to the rocks to hide him, but they will not. He will have to obey the irresistible summons of God. It is a traditional comfort to those at the sharp end of the ratchet right now that they will get theirs back in the end times, but triple.

Revelations: 6:15 And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; 16 And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: 17 For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?

godoggo: I plan on going back and forth between trollish and non-trollish comments as the mood strikes. OMG. Neh. Way. I have not seen this coming in like a million years.

Lorde–Lorde is funny because she I didn’t, at first, think she was singing with soooo much of an American accent except that when you listen to “Royals” carefully, the way she says “flesh” and “address” and the beginning are so weird. And then I think of how shifted over flat to one side all the Kiwi vowels are and then I think, ‘she’s got to be kind of putting us on, right?’ Humorously, it’s harder as an American to tell if someone’s faking an American accent, because we have no fucking idea what anyone else’s singing voice sounds like! That’s why I like singing and hip-hop or rap from other countries to be just totally in a different language, like French Algerian-style Arabic, or Indonesian or whatever. Thinking about whether a guy from Calabria is trying to sound like André 3000 is a thorny question best ignored by having the guy rap in some completely incomprehensible Calabrese dialect and slang.

Yeah, rap’s obsession with authenticity makes things difficult along these lines. I don’t know. You do always see it in behind the music shows like this where you’re like, aw, Scarface is in a Lacoste polo. It’s not his job to be gangsta all his life but it’s still slightly funny. Give the man his hipster glasses and his polo and his nice house in suburban Houston!


Hector_St_Clare 11.21.13 at 3:39 am

I don’t know if I’m more surprised by Belle Warring’s knowledge of Johnny Too Bad or by her knowledge of the book of Revelation (both of which I love).


godoggo 11.21.13 at 3:52 am

Anyways, getting back to zbs, a few collections of modernized (if not exactly cutting edge) vocal standards that I’ve enjoyed anyway (I was going to say 21st century but the 1st one doesn’t make it):
Rendezcous by Cassandra Wilson & Jacky Terrasson
Let’s Get Lost by Terence Blanchard (with various vocalists)
Dedicated to You: Kurt Elling Sings the Music of Coltrane & Hartman

Does anyone want to know my fascinating opinions on hip hop? Didn’t think so.


Belle Waring 11.21.13 at 4:08 am

I went to an Episcopalian girl’s school, NCS in Washington D.C. for high school. Also, my family is Episcopalian because that’s the P.rotestant part of being a W.A.S.P. I’m even confirmed and have memorized the Nicene Creed and the whole shebang. Many a summer Sunday I had to go to the 7:30 a.m. service in Bridgehampton, when they didn’t even sing hymns! And hymns are the best part! Non-hymn-singing…my Grandfather just liked that service because it was short. Also, I can read Ancient Greek, and the first thing they set you reading is the Synoptic Gospels, and Homer (which, thinking about it, is really kind of an odd way to go about things.) In fact, Hector, you will be happy and extremely surprised to know that both of our children have been baptized in the Anglican Church, since my grandfather cared a lot, and John doesn’t. The most awesome part is when the priest puts oil (w00t chrism1!) on your forehead and says “Christ claims you for his own.” You’re like, ‘well, I’m good now. Fuck some locusts with human faces and tiny, intricately-worked armor that is like that of horses and all.’ Creepy little…uuuhh. Honestly there is a very pretty church Anglican Church here in Singapore and Advent is the only time I am ever tempted to go because we might get my favorite hymn, O Come, O Come Emmanuel. I don’t think you can exactly call and ask though. (“I see. Hm, so what’s the reading? Ah. And the recessional? Hm.) As to loving great reggae, I mean… Hey do you know The Book of Rules?” Quality song.


Belle Waring 11.21.13 at 4:11 am

Does anyone want to know my fascinating opinions on hip hop?
Are they “I don’t like it?” If not, go on, my good man. (I must say, there are few genres of music I like less than modern singers of jazz standards. But that is precisely why I do not opine on them in detail.)


godoggo 11.21.13 at 4:45 am

Basically I’ve gone back and forth over the years between being kind of intrigued and completely appalled by the stuff, but the internet has made it easy to weed through and find stuff I like (mostly “golden age” “backpacker” stuff; my current fave is the Pharcyde). Sometime in the early 90s I noticed that MCs had gotten a lot more sophisticated rhythmically than they’d been before, so that’s what I mostly listen for. Don’t really pay that much attention to the words, oddly enough…

I rather liked this paragraph from Nicholas Payton:

I’m not a fan of lyrically driven Hiphop albums. We have cats like Eminem to thank for that. Hiphop is supposed to be a pastiche of the Black American diaspora. That’s the foundation— samples from great Black records and a cat rockin’ the mic. It starts with a beat. If the beats aren’t on point, it calls everything else into question. If the MC’s flow isn’t indicative of the tribal DNA that stems from Africa through the Americas, he can’t be considered a musician.

(see also Why Hiphop Isn’t Cool Anymore)

Anyways, I tend not to like the gangster stuff, just cause I find it obnoxious, without getting self-righteous about it. I just turn of when people start throwing the word “motherfucker” at me again and again. It becomes a kind of verbal pollution. I don’t like hearing the word “motherfucker” all the time. I don’t even like typing the word “motherfucker.”

However, 2 good things did come from the Chronic, I think: 1 was real musical instruments, and the other was Snoop, who was one of those rhythmically innovative MCs I was talking about.

I read something about “My Mind’s Playing Tricks on Me,” a while ago and checked out the 1st minute or 2 on youtube, but I didn’t like the way it sounded so that was that.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 4:48 am

btw the context for “Why Hiphop Isn’t Cool Anymore is his earlier essay, “Why Jazz Isn’t Cool Anymore.”


PatrickinIowa 11.21.13 at 4:56 am

Thanks for the Heptones.

Man, if you had trouble with the lyrics for “Johnny Too Bad,” what did you do with “Israelites”?


js. 11.21.13 at 5:04 am

You’re quite right that the Geto Boys somehow got written out of the canonical history of hip hop in ways that are only unfortunate. (That was part of the point, yeah? I just spent too long on; things are getting confused…) I’ll cop to (a) not knowing them nearly as well as I should, and (b) kinda sorta forgetting what I did know. But man, “Mind Playing Tricks on Me”, with the Isaac Hayes sample, is sweeeeet.

(p.s. Thanks for the semi-random “Sinnerman” reference—listened to that again for the first time in a couple of years. That is a fucking amazing song.)


js. 11.21.13 at 5:12 am

You do always see it in behind the music shows like this where you’re like, aw, Scarface is in a Lacoste polo.

Which is why I totally and utterly refuse to watch behind the scenes shit. (I’ll make an exception for _Gimme Shelter_, but that’s about it.)

(I realize this is essentially an insane attitude.)


BJN 11.21.13 at 5:34 am

Glad this turned around. At first I was worried that Belle’s attempt at proving that CT commenters are too stuffy for hip-hop was just proving that CT readers are too stuffy for the Rolling Stones.

godoggo: look into Aceyalone. He was playing chess when everyone else was playing tic-tac-toe.


js. 11.21.13 at 6:00 am

I tend not to like the gangster stuff

Do you consider something like Nas’s Illmatic to be gangster? Because if you want good beats + lyrical innovation, that’s easily the ultimate 90’s hip hop album. Also, the Kweli/Mos Def stuff from around the turn of the century is exceptional; Respiration, for example.

Pharcyde’s pretty special, of course, but who else has ever sounded like them?


Belle Waring 11.21.13 at 6:11 am

BJN: it was! js., yes, Geto Boys were foul enough and violent enough to have Tipper Gore and her ilk hassling them but not…I don’t know exactly what, but not intellectual enough for high-falutin’ fans of East Coast rap of the day to defend them–I mean, they weren’t the Wu-Tang Clan exactly, and then when smooth West Coast styles took off (even with Bushwick Bill right in the video, as I say) they got pushed more to the margins. That album with “My Mind’s Playing Tricks on Me” came out just before the wholesale sampling that made so much early hip-hop so genius got ganked by some bullshit intellectual property disputes, to all of our’s loss. To the extent that real instruments got introduced they were: a) always there because remember Go-Go from D.C. everybody? With those 14″ congas? ‘Member?!? No? Aw, damn. B) replacement for just playing that sweet Isaac Haayes track like it needed. Wait, pt. A but FOR REAL: When They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.). That’s real instruments right there, and not even the Chronic at ALL. Oh shit that was released in 92 huh. In general, although some ATL rappers have gotten huge like Outkast (technically from where I was born, SAVANNAH, GA!) and there’s Weezy, Southern hip-hop and crunk and its various offshoots and that crazy shit they do in NO just is always failing to take it nationwide, I don’t know what’s going on there.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 6:12 am

OK, I did. Yeah, that’s the kind of stuff I like. I’d heard some Freestyle Fellowship. Obviously this is not my main musical interest.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 6:15 am

That was to BJN.


js. 11.21.13 at 6:31 am


Just because your link’s not working for me, I’m going to do this here, because:

They Reminisce Over You is so ridiculously awesome!


godoggo 11.21.13 at 6:32 am

And back to me saying mean things about the Stones: 1) hopefully no-one cares, 2) I actually do like them OK and I used to really like them when I was a teenager, but I think the only musician I’ve never gone sour on for a while is maybe Bird.

Pharcyde: I’d really liked 93 til Infinity so I started checking out other Hieroglyphics stuff and they were sort of similar, only with more interesting production and more than one decent album. Nas, I guess I give him points for being Olu Dara’s kid. That’s about all I have to say.


js. 11.21.13 at 6:33 am

And also, I remember your Go-Go thread fondly for opening up some totally awesome music for me which I didn’t know at all. Thanks again!


Belle Waring 11.21.13 at 6:38 am

Yeah, Illmatic, it’s untouchable. In the best 5 albums of the decade? I don’t think it’s gangsta rap; it’s too introspective. Although that’s the funny thing about “My Mind’s Playin’ Tricks on Me,” the narrators are paranoid, miserable, no longer able to tell what are real threats and what are random passers-by. They became gangstas first, but it drove them all mad, and each in a particular way. Bushwick Bill’s nightmare takes the form of a cop who’s “six or seven feet/that’s a nigger I’ll be seeing in my sleep.” That’s what scares him, always shorter than everyone–only the size of a boy! Always facing the danger of getting grabbed by a cop even bigger than the usual. When he comes to and realizes he’s beaten his hands bloody on the pavement, that he’s all alone–that’s gangsta but it’s no glory.


Substance McGravitas 11.21.13 at 7:15 am

I really wanted Willie D to kick more ass than a donkey, but he just didn’t have the rhymes. And neither, really, did Bushwick Bill. Scarface was great.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 8:15 am

Sigh… anyway… the point about the Chronic was that, as I understand it, it started a trend toward using real bands for those kinds of performers. I think it led to things like Snoop doing live shows with Kamasi Washington! and Thundercat! in his band. Also, I saw an interview with Dre where he said the reason for using musicians was not because of copyright restrictions but because it gave him more freedom to play around with the tracks… but again I’m not pretending this is my main musical interest.


zbs 11.21.13 at 8:19 am

On those occasions, which are becoming more frequent, in which I feel I am becoming, or already have become, a rap music reactionary, I wonder what, exactly, it is about the mid-90s, in all of its self-incrimination, that made it the acme of the form for me.

At the moment, to go off on a limb, the haphazard offshoots that appeared on soundtracks like Above The Rim, Juice, and Poetic Justice—the best Eric B. production appearing there among other hypnotic period pieces—describe the firmament’s richness in a way I cannot do justice here.

But I don’t really want to get into the whole crazy spectrum of the thing any more than I want to launch into a fervent debate with another judicious commentator about my claim that from their Chess Sessions through Her Majesty’s the Stones were among the two or three best English pop groups. Oops.

Lorde is curious to me. I want to know. Belle, for me the issue isn’t the accent at all, I can’t even hear it through the style. That grawling lead just grinds at me like, and I know this is unfair, Tom Waits-Morissette. I like her, despite it, though. Good song. She’s cute, what.


Ronan(rf) 11.21.13 at 8:27 am

“when they didn’t even sing hymns! And hymns are the best part! Non-hymn-singing…”

From what I can tell about American Churches (specific churches?) the hymn singing is worth it alone. I assume this is a Protestant (Evangelical) thing in large part? The Catholic Church wouldnt even give you that, ********


Ronan(rf) 11.21.13 at 8:30 am

“I’d really liked 93 til Infinity ..”

Oh yeah, 93 til infinity were alright, or at least that one album.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 9:54 am

I remember once when I quoted some review to a teacher saying that he was “one of the greatest exponents of his instrument,” or some such, and he responded, “What he means is that he likes my music.” I think people should learn to lust say they like stuff without reflexively slapping a superlative or a ranking on it.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 9:54 am



Belle Waring 11.21.13 at 11:59 am

Your math teacher was all, “some dude reviewed my record? But he failed my class? Life is weird.”


godoggo 11.21.13 at 12:54 pm

I don’t get it.


Belle Waring 11.21.13 at 1:06 pm

Is it the case that the musician was really among the people who most fervently asserted the truth of the instrument in question? He promoted the rationale and benefits of the saxophone, perhaps? Or does that not make much sense. Not, I think. And why does the teacher say, of the reviewer, “what he means is that he likes my music.” Can one understand anything from that other than that you were quoting someone reviewing the music performed by the teacher himself? No. That’s the plain English meaning of: “I quoted some review to a teacher saying that he was…and he responded, ‘What he means is that he likes my music.'” Given the serious confusion over the meaning of the word exponent, I assumed the student had walked out of the class a young and wandering arithmetrician, but strode on as a music reviewer who never forgot his roots.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 1:10 pm

Oh. That was funny.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 1:27 pm

Quotes change the meaning of “he,” though.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 1:32 pm

OK, you did say, “of the reviewer,” in the earlier sentence, but your interpretation of the quote would only make sense “he likes my music” had been in inverted commas. The word “that” makes the antecedent clear.


Haftime 11.21.13 at 7:21 pm

I’m dragging the conversation back somewhat, but godoggo, aren’t you worried that a rich American dude is talking about how ‘tribal’ his music is? Plus – he’s clearly a bit het up that kids can make music in their bedrooms/garages. Wait till he hears about Music 2000 on the Playstation. Or punk, I guess.


Ronan(rf) 11.21.13 at 7:47 pm

Actually it was Souls of Mischief. 93 til..etc was the song/album

This is what I’m talking about in terms of hymns

The Catholic hierarchy would never allow the people sing thus


Tim Wilkinson 11.21.13 at 9:27 pm

Belle – Yeah, having made the Sinnerman connection, I did assume some biblical gubbins would be involved. Now I have chapter and verse.

BTW re: the unfathomable line in “Israelites” – I stopped even noticing that one, trousers ago.

Also BTW, many years ago, I made an LP cover display wall hanging thing out of 16 poly sleeves (4×4, obvs) and some gaffer tape. Because keeping all those album covers crammed together in each others’ darkness on shelves or in stacks is wrong. By happy coincidence one of those in pretty long-term residence, even tenure, is Harder They Come. Also, Liquidator (the LP) which shows a dead guy with arms dangling over the edge of a fire escape landing, and behind him a woman with a Tommy gun. Done in block colour like a hand-tint. It’s pretty good.


Tim Wilkinson 11.21.13 at 9:28 pm


godoggo 11.21.13 at 10:59 pm

“I’m dragging the conversation back somewhat, but godoggo, aren’t you worried that a rich American dude is talking about how ‘tribal’ his music is?”

I’m not exactly sure what or whom you’re talking about. If you’re referring to Payton, well, he’s an extraordinarily talented musician who’s moderately successful in financial terms. I think he grew up fairly poor. But anyway, the things he’s talking about don’t really have anything to do with economic status. Miles Davis once said, “My Daddy was rich and my mama was Good looking.” Didn’t seem to make him any less soulful. But maybe that’s not what you’re talking about.

Anyways, moving on, my taste, I’m well aware, is mainly the sort of stuff that gets dismissed in some quarters as “hip hop for white hipsters,” or the like. But it just seems more musical to me than most of the people I see topping the standard lists of great artists, many of whom just leave me cold. Is this because I don’t understand the aesthetic or because the consensus is wrong? I tend to think a some of both.

I have pretty broad tastes: jazz, country, rock’n’roll, classical, reggae, Afro-Cuban, etc. Most of these have fairly well-established canons of generally-agreed-upon great artists, with the main exception being rock, in which half the bands base their aesthetic on the idea that the other half are B.S. I was going to say that this might apply to hip-hop, too, but, thinking about that, it’s not really true. But anyway much of the consensus mystifies me.


Haftime 11.21.13 at 11:19 pm

To be honest rich was just a throwaway comment. I know very little about this man beyond the essays you linked to, and I’m sure he’s a wonderful musician.

My points were, to be really concise: how can anyone serious about social aspects of music think it’s sensible or appropriate to identify their American music as ‘tribal’? And second, a great deal of his animosity for electronic music seems to be because it’s somehow easier. I think that kind of argument is on the wrong side of history.

I’m not trying to criticise your taste at all – I didn’t mean to imply anything. Though I would (a tad cheekily) say that in my experience practically nobody identifies their taste as narrow…


godoggo 11.21.13 at 11:31 pm

Well he’s a guy who’s listened to hip-hop his whole life, and has made a couple of hip-hop-influenced albums. The attitudes he’s expressing seem to be a pretty new development for him, although for me they’re kind of the default.


godoggo 11.21.13 at 11:33 pm

Beyond that, you can read his blog and twitter feed if you’re curious.


Belle Waring 11.22.13 at 2:14 am

Tim Wilkinson: when your lady leaves you in blues songs you are very likely to end up with your best suit of shirts all razored up in the closet, your clothes all torn up, etc. etc. It was weird to me that that would be the best thing you had, but there you go. That and your shoes. People in Statesboro often feel like they’re going to kick the dust off their shoes and walk the hell out even unto this very day. Statesboro’s kiiiind of a shithole. It’s not clear to me that it’s really much “Better in Metter” pace the watertower.


Tim Wilkinson 11.23.13 at 9:36 pm

i’s a long ride to Jacksonsonville


godoggo 11.24.13 at 11:17 am

btw, as long as I’m making enemies, I thought I’d just tie together the themes of pedantry and standard songs by noting that my #1 grammatical pet peeve in the whole world is misuse of “whomever,” which y’all have no doubt noticed is an ongoing problem here, so, personally, if I were a Belle I’d go Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding.


godoggo 11.24.13 at 11:43 am

Sorry, it was just too funny.


godoggo 11.24.13 at 12:05 pm

Dianne Reeves and Russell Malone


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