Discussion in 'Jay's Lounge and Cockpit' started by il ragno, May 18, 2017.
Post a lefty song.
I was traveling with people who were listening to him.
The vast majority of people involved in the arts are leftists. If we determined who's music we listened to based upon their political views, we wouldn't have much to listen to at all.
I fully agree, but I just can't find any real sympathy when those kinds of people die.
As a culture we have somehow learned to equate musical talent with insightful thought and altruism. Guys who can't get out of bed without a shot of dope are treated as poet-philosophers, when in reality they're all ignorant and utterly self-obsessed. So fuck 'em all. They're almost unanimously past the point of writing good songs by the time they OD or self-terminate.
Idea for a movie:
>wife of druggie rockstar is tired of him
>wife hooks up with bodyguard of druggie rockstar
>wife and bodyguard think about a perfect method to kill druggie rockstar
>druggie rockstar enters hotel without wife (perfect alibi) but with bodyguard (hotel rooms can be very dangerous when you enter them)
>bodyguard gives druggie rockstar some more drugs, then hangs him on bathroom door, makes call on his phone to wife, leaves
>wife calls bodyguard with message about druggie rockstar sounding slurred, which he only did thousands of times before
>half an hour later bodyguard returns, kicking in door instead of asking hotel staff to open door
>bodyguard arranges crime scene
>druggie rock star dead on floor
>wife immediately sues drug company, earns millions more with extra record sales because muh dead rock star
You know what's insane about so many rock star "suicides"? Their wives are Jews. Talk about a coincidence, huh?
I'm not gonna shed any tears over a bisexual, socialist, junkie scumbag like Kurt, but goddamn would it have been sweet if he blew his kike bitch's head clean off. You'd think somebody should've had the decency to fix her up a hot needle after all these years. Then again, I can tell you from personal experience that the truly monstrous women have a way of surviving doses that could drop a bull elephant.
Well, it came from the mouth of a Jew, but his old lady said several times that her and Kurt both "experimented with homosexuality". It takes more than a queer friend to count as experimentation, imho, but any hugging between teenage boys who didn't just win the state championship is pretty suspect. Unless, of course, they're on the wrestling team, in which case they automatically move to full queer status.
I guess it was a business move on his wife/record companies part? Like a Michael Jackson thing. Worth more to them dead than alive.
His total sales in the remainder of his career would not equal what he'll sell in the six months after his death. And they have a clear road to repackage his stuff anyway they want also.
The whole grunge music scene was pure shit, it was the disco of the 90s.
They're all lefties; that, or babbling Zen loonies.....and you have to learn to cheerfully ignore it if you plan on enjoying much music in this life.
And they're only lefties on paper, anyway. Try taking a dollar away from Tom Morello and you'll find out how 'collectivist' he is....
That would be a great, 'progressive' Fourth Reich concentration camp 'social studies' experiment. Let the rich ones keep most of their liquid capital, or enough of it anyway, for the sake of holding them fully ideologically accountable for the capital needed during step 2. Step 2 involves the coerced collectivist 'utopia' with jigs and those of a coarse color. If they can last a generation, nay, a decade, without producing another Haiti, they can have all of their pre-Reich zogbux stock portfolio back, with interest. If they lose, well that takes care of itself, thanks for playing, and they are hopefully discredited forever. Of course, we get to watch it all on TV, like "Hunger Games," or maybe "Running White Man"?
I prefer Hogan's Zeroes.
My two cents:
In my neck of the woods, wiggerdom had pretty much taken over white y00f-culture by 1988-1989 or so. 1988 in particular was the year I recall all of the pop music radio stations stopped playing stuff like Tears for Fears and started with the whole jiggity-mcniggity jungle music in full swing. By 1991, wiggerdom had reached absolutely insane proportions around where I lived (although luckily I was a little ahead of the curve and was just a fairly preppy guy by that time but my high school junior/senior year was an absolute clusterfuck of Raiders/Georgetown jackets, tightly-rolled up tapered jeans, neon-0range windshield wipers, and white guys who shaved dollar bill signs in their head (or maybe gelled it to stand straight up such as to emulate the hairstyle of "Kid" from "Kid 'n Play") and wore cheap, shitty Chess King style rayon shirts with $20 14k gold necklaces on the outside. Randomly, there was some crossover between wiggers and the residual hessian [largely dissolved by 1991] element, which I'll get to here in a second).
Anyway, wiggerdom was already in full swing in 1986 when Run D.M.C. and the Beastie Boys kind of broke hip hop to shitty middle american communities like yours truly's. Hip hop was actually kind of a jock thing to be honest:I actually thought I was onto some cutting edge stuff by being into a few groups like Whodini, Fat Boys, Doug E. Fresh, etc., and the only others I recall being into it were a couple of other basketball jocks. In 1986, the two main cliques were generally jocks and hessians (aka stoners or "dirtheads"). There was some overlap between the different cliques but not much. The whole wigger thing was definitely in full bloom in 1989 as I distinctly recall kids wearing [stolen, naturally] BMW symbols and Flavor Flav style clocks around their necks, listening to Ice-T's "Power" album, and cruising around in lowered bassmobile type cars (that god damn booming bass seems to be more or less a thing of the past, thank God.)
My conservative parents, to their ETERNAL credit, did not allow the electronic jew (cable, anyway) into my house so I really wasn't sure what to make of this since I did not have MTV. And, to be honest, I thought MTV kind of sucked. The eternal forbidden fruit, I thought I'd get my fix by binge-watching a bunch of it at my neighbor's house in 1988 and after an hour of "Headbanger's Ball" I was feeling appropriately anticlimatic and that was more than enough for me.
Kids being kids, you kind of had to pick at least vague alliance to some clique, and I kind of [initially] gravitated towards some slightly hessian sort of motif, listening to shitty hard rock that was played on the local "album oriented rock" station in the late 80's, but aside from AC/DC, wasn't really into most of it. I mean we were talking absolute lowest-common-denominator stuff like Whitesnake, Poison, Warrant. Yup, those were generally the choices -- you could be a trailer park dust-smoker, or a wigger. I'm sure there were some just "total nerd" types as well but that was my general take on it.
Luckily, in 1987 I got "rescued" by a friend who brought me a slew of underground punk and hardcore tapes, most of the typical bands you'd expect at the time (Black Flag, Suicidal Tendencies, Dead Milkmen, Dead Kennedys, etc) but also some more genuinely underground stuff, stuff like Flipper, D.O.A., Really Red... just the whole slew of underground punk and hardcore stuff that was coming out of NYC and L.A. at that time. It's almost like if you were a 13-14 year old during that time, you just kind of went to punk rock by default. I mean it was either that, Warrant "Cherry Pie" with a bunch of HIV-emaciated looking fruitcakes in rhinestone studded leather pants and shit like that singing power ballads, pop stuff like Tiffany, wiggerdom, or maybe some of the thrashier sort of metal stuff wasn't too bad (like Slayer, Mercyful Fate, King Diamond, and of course Metallica, the latter group I must say which has NOT aged with my musical tastes -- I listened to "For Whom The Bell Tolls" a while ago and dug it, but that's about it.) Punk rock is largely degenerate crap, although it does remain an occasional guilty pleasure of mine, but it did serve a purpose back then (I've talked to younger people these days, and I've heard from a LOT of people that it was kind of like... you were into death metal, or you were a wigger. Not a whole lot of wiggle room for the average White kid in California or the likes these days when your school is most likely majority Mexican.)
So when you think about it, those of us on this board are like the cast of "The Stand" or some sort of postapocalyptic novel. No one told me around puberty that I was being shoved into a One World thought experiment and my only "choices" and "identity" were determined by some Brentwood or Madison Avenue jew that was designed to manipulate my most base social and sexual instincts in a deviant manner.
But anyway... to get back to the "point" (like I really had one) -- I'm calling 1989, not 1994, as the true Great First Year of Wiggerdom in the United States, although we could definitely get onanistic and say that the tragic wigger certainly goes back decades further than that, with Malcolm X's zoot-suited "hipsters", Norman Mailer's essay on "The White Negro", the inane Jack Kerouac wanting more "kicks" than white society could provide, etc... but to your point, yeah, 1994 was probably around the last time there was still bona-fide white pop youth culture, you had stuff like 120 Minutes on MTV, grunge, etc... definitely "white". And... even some of those extremely mediocre "alternative" bands were like Franz Liszt's "Piano Sonata in B Minor" compared to the atrocious stylings of the likes of Katy Perry. I mean, I was in the drug store recently and the Gin Blossoms came on -- something I had derided as largely soulless, proto-Hootie and the Blowfish type whitebread nothing and was thinking, "You know, this really wasn't too bad to have this on the radio."
By the way, my parents still live in the same house which is about a 2-3 minute walk to my old junior high, which is now an "at risk" school largely populated by Mexicans.
I agree with you that 'whiggerdom' manifested itself earlier in its dalliance with hip-hop in certain cliques. Just to clarify, it wasn't my intention that 1994 was the beginning in an absolute sense. I meant to state rather that it was the beginning of the real end, its total victory. The attack started earlier, even in the 80's as you say, and even earlier in the 90's. Obviously, Jewish-dominated record outfits were already, before 1994, backing NWA & co. on the West Coast and New York was pushing Biggie and others. I can't deny that there were already wiggers on the avant-garde of certain white youth cliques pre-1994.
But after 1994, there wasn't anything except whiggerdom for whites really, not just promoted by the mainstream but practically speaking for younger teens looking up. You were a whigger or really nothing. Worse still, young teen white women, 9.5/10, listened to nothing except black pop music, R&B, and even rap, so if you wanted to appear 'cool' to white girls in H.S. or junior high during the second half of the 90's you needed to possess at least a modicum of awareness about this garbage. There were dissidents, a very small number, but you had to really look far and wide, digging deep. Even then, all of these sub-cultures (like 'punks' or even, hah, goths) only provided a passé path to ostracism, or if they even re-emerged to seep into the mainstream, they were a two weeks & gone (ska) phenomenon.
My comments are of course colored by my own personal experience. It's quite possible that you lived in an area that was on the vanguard of these trends, particularly if you were in California (sorry, I forgot where you're from). Still, I just didn't intend to suggest that whiggerdom didn't exist as a forceful trend prior to 1994. It was just that - from what I witnessed, and despite my youth I paid close attention to these sorts of transitions for my own reasons - following Cobain's death, all of the white kids in the white neighborhood were wearing baggy shit with their pants sagging to their knees, listening to shit like Wu-Tang Clan and Junior Mafia, and also acted as if bands like Pearl Jam, Green Day, and the Offspring never existed, despite the fact that they were considered "cool" and everyone bought their new albums only a number of months prior. Sub-culturally speaking, if I can even use that terminology, this was akin to a wipe-out.
Nor am I denying that this may have all been purely coincidental, without any causal relationship to Cobain's suicide, and even inevitable. Like I said, Cobain's death is more symbolic for these reasons than anything.
Lastly, Courtney probably killed his ass.
I don't recall much of High School. I only mustered up enough effort to do 3/4 of grade 9, but I can recall Grunge was is in full swing with the usual suspects having their merch on pimply teenaged faces. Rebellion, teen angst, whatever you want to call it. Luckily for myself I hung out with a older crowd who hung out with their older brothers and so forth. C.O.C, Slayer, S.O.D, Misfits, Black Flag were on repeat. Sure, we'd listen to some "gangsta rap", but it was more the hilarity. NWA, 2LiveCrew, Ice Cube was comedy to us, if we weren't secretly listening and laughing at Zappa's Freak Out Lp.
I was luckily enough to always get free tickets to the festivals in the early-mid 90s (cousin ran sales for major radio company), but by that time most of those bands were split, burnt out..or just plain sucked. There's nothing more fear invoking then being in the middle of 25000 people, whilst Porno for Pyros is on stage...Nowhere to run and no pencils to deafen myself with...Most of those bands I didn't even bother to watch..Drinking over priced beer in the "beer garden" was more better then watching Beastie Boys or Green Day. I did watch Soundgarden at a Lola show, circa 93. Wasn't bad..wasn't great. Fucking hell...Collective Soul sounded better.. Maybe a off day for SG or the dope was too strong..Dunno.
Some notable bands of that era that I did catch were, Rage touring their first LP, opening up for Quicksand..Yep..They blew Quicksand out of the water and the best show I've seen to date would be Tool, opening up for shitty Korn. Tool went on that stage, on a blistering hot summer afternoon and absolutely killed it. This was in their prime (to date). 2 songs into Korn's set, the crowd was chanting for more Tool, then proceeded to tear the place apart, leaving shitty Korn befuddled and embarrassed. Don't think Tool opened for them after that leg of the tour... Best $10 on fuel I ever spent..
Yup, and I'm certainly not disagreeing with you -- nor are we hipsters who need to get our blood pressure up because of anything related to "pop culture!" I was merely adding my two cents in about my experience. I washed up [thanks to Uncle Sam] in a colorless suburb that probably would have been spared the wigger plague by another at least half decade were it not for the large military presence there which (for good, or mostly bad) was probably slightly ahead of the general curve of degeneracy (hell, we even had a bona-fide crystal meth problem as I recall back in what must've been 1990 or so, although it was largely absent from my high school save for maybe a couple of the gearheads in shop class -- it was still mostly just a little Mexican schwag weed or acid for us.)
Now, my significant other [a good half decade younger than I am] grew up in the general Hiroshima/Nagasaki metaphor for the decline of the Old America and general degeneracy in Southern California in the late 90's, proving that I was just a little too early to have a lot of problems. I mean, we had some drugs like I said (mostly just weed and acid and maybe a little cocaine if you really dug for it, although it wasn't super easy to get) but she was doing meth at age 12, attending public schools in Orange County which were a good 2/3 Mexican by that time.
It seemed like I really missed that "Kids: The Movie" sort of era in the mid 90's when kids started to get really fucked up. Raves were just starting in my neck of the woods when I graduated in 1992, and we really didn't have a whole lot of drug use overall to be honest -- mostly it was just the jocks binge drinking, a few token stoners and acid-heads, etc. It seemed by 1995 or so there was a little mini-tsunami of suburban ennui to the point where I recall my college roommate getting back from a music festival and being appalled at one particular teenager he saw walking around just huffing glue in front of everyone like he wasn't even trying to hide it. (I think of Radiohead "Creep" as being indicative of suburban ennui at this point... it's like white self-hatred went completely mainstream.) And... by 1995, I went back to my hometown and crystal methamphetamine had basically completely devastated all of the kids there (my family was middle-middle class, but I grew up in a vicinity of a lot more white lower-middle and working-class sorts of folks.)
Again, it's always hard [more like impossible] to pinpoint the exact epicenter of this or that but it is pretty clear that things really started to go down the shitter in the 90's. For someone who fled, say, Brooklyn in the 70's or 80's, or [insert White Flight 101 tale here] I'm sure they have an analogous story to tell (you could probably just substitute "heroin" or "angel dust" for "crystal meth" but the general metaphorical substitution principle probably applies across the board.)
I think the difference now is... there really isn't anywhere to run to, although an upper-upper-middle class friend of mine (by "upper-upper-middle" I mean... everyone in the family went to Yale Medical School) says that his family still sends their kids to public school in wherever it is in Connecticut (although I hear New Haven itself has dumpy parts, but I don't know -- it's probably still the richest state in the Union, with lots of those horribly precious colonial "enclaves" and the like) so there's undoubtedly still a few places where people can pretend that it's 50 years ago. (Hell, even in southern California... there are "enclaves". Life is still not too bad for someone who lives in Santa Monica or Manhattan Beach who can afford to send their kids to private schools). However, these sorts of places are quickly fading fast. Let me tell you, for all of the hessianism and wiggerdom of my adolescence, it was STILL almost incomprehensible for me to learn that my former junior high was now an "at risk" school overrun with the spawn of illegal immigrants.
Pop-music (in general sense of the word) has come a full circle, from its more primitive roots, to something exalted in its peak as it was being re-imagined and appropriated by talented whites, back to its appropriate scheisseform as kike control and grip over it intensified.
No one knows what it might have become if it was developing naturally in a non-kiked white society; maybe it would have continued to be relatively intellectual and interesting in musical sense, but we do know what everything degenerates into, eventually, in a kiked society. Kikes is scheisse and scheisse is kikes.
The same could be said about Christianity's trajectory.
Dusting off the dinosaur-era memories of my youth, I would be remiss to omit that (mostly as I'm curious if it was a phenomenon anywhere else?) there was also a "cowboy" country music subculture that seemed to really take root in the [very] early 90's at my high school. I would guesstimate that maybe 10-15% of white kids were related to that at some point. I was not involved with this at all since it did largely seem to be a class thing (I was mostly cloistered in my little preppy AP classes where we just dealt with the same 50 or so people over and over again) but it did seem to be an "implicitly white" rejection of wiggerdom. Per my younger sister's relating, there was actually a "cowboy versus wigger/nigger" sort of antagonism that really blossomed two or three years after I graduated high school.
It seems like the white working class really needs Christianity and racism to keep itself in line; it's like there's very little middle ground for these people as they're the ones that can least afford it. The white parents around where I lived that were not some degree of stern disciplinarians with their daughters found themselves with pickaninny "grandchildren". I cringe when I think about it. There were actually two white sisters two years apart (both very pretty actually) that got knocked up by muds. Absolutely disgusting, but that's the price we all have to pay for generations of cowardice and malfeasance.