One last treat from halloween 2022
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I know it's not over yet, but halloween 2022 Gave us some awesome treats.
Best thimg Simpsons has done in years. personally I loved it. utterly fascinating unbelievably funny and violent If you like the misfits and 60s novelty haloween records you'll like this Edgar Wright talks underrated british horror. Engrossing. A 2022 rerelease of a 1984 album but only discovered today by me. Unreal.listen to it over and over.
Enrolled Remember
Big Brothers is watching. Remember how much you have but don't let yourself be exploited. Quite quit-do the job your paid to do just not more than that. Work honestly but Remember it's not your life. Dad said that.
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Mad October
A working class aesthete who thinks he is above the work he is given and puts on airs, he finds himself ostracized by the lower class community he grew up in and the academic world he wanders through like a traveller alike, and ultimately calls nowhere home.
A performance
For Academics and Street Walking Wastoids alike, for working class Aesthetes and White Collar Crumbling inside forebears, a little wisdom in the cap of a surly reader who never seems to find time to read.
fascinating 1983 NYU Film (video really) of then current "Mall Culture"
https://youtu.be/YmWTHCHHzZY
relatively unknown liner notes from two of the greatest albums ever, Black Sabbaths Debut album and the Capitol records version of Zappa’s Lumpy Gravy
LUMPY GRAVY? Really... I has been raining all night. A black car is driving through the dump woods. The wind is blowing and it is chilly outside. We can hear the rain. We cannot hear the car. There are two people in the car. One of them is dead. He is 19 years old. We can see what is left of his eyes. It is as if some strange, soft instrument struck them, causing the eyelids to become translucent and gray and swollen. We can barely see the pupils beneath. His name is Bernie and he is used to work on farm. It is very late. The silent black car find its way through a maze of hastily planned streets in a tract of new homes. The *Cinderella Gingerbread Wonderland Estates* are all empty. The little plywood carlicues on the eaves of each dream castle are splitting and peeling. The stingily spaced nails that hold them on are bleeding rust. The windows are mostly broken. The tract is held together by chicken wire and cheesy strands of cotton strings and screamin...
