Sanjuro

Well done to the Guns who, in '87, redefined rock with whiplashes of 70s guitars. How great, and in the meantime, there were the Big Black, the birth of Post Hardcore, Post Rock, Math-Rock, but the Guns' fans don't care; they want Axl's picture just like the believers have one of Padre Pio and housewives have one of Maria De Filippi. Trashy, garish, stupid.

I reread all the comments: a rare page of Debaser filled with lofty reasoning. Of course, not De-Choice.

Because starting tomorrow they’re cutting off my internet for two months... and because I’m tired of debaser, I’ll take this chance to never set foot there again ^^ Unless, I don’t know for which reason, nahh I think I’ll change my nickname and keep it hidden... :)

Appearance: FESTWCA --> Double Bummer (Bongwater)

BUT come on MArk Kramerr!!! How can you not love someone who names an album "THE POWER OF PUSSY"?? ahhaha brilliant, the best of Bongwater remains Double Bummer, with the Chinese and cacophonic version of Dazed And Confused, what can I say? IDEAS. The ones we really need to make songs, what can I say? STRUCTURE, the one needed to diversify the songs. What can I say? What a character. I have a Live from the Butthole Surfers, I think from 83 or 84 where he plays completely wasted, deadly, he looks like a big musical insect. So beautiful :). Well doneooooo.

The emotions are also felt by the 15-year-old girl crying to a Shakira song; we were talking about signifiers that, with the same emotion, are the very core of music. Everyone has emotions, more or less; we were discussing things that go far beyond that. Universities don’t tell me a blessed thing, considering I haven’t attended one ^^

the concept is always the same, brilliantly captured by films like "They Live" by John Carpenter: there are remote-controlled men, completely dazed and often even guardians of their own position of passivity (see the police). The rare individuals, through the church (which in the film has a metaphorical - non-religious - significance as a place of inner disorientation, of rejection of previously imposed rules), manage to get the glasses (or the awareness of having been educated by the hierarchy, by the power: solely to be exploited and left in their own cerebral garbage for the rest of their lives). It has always been known that art could be potentially harmful; a statue, a symbol, a painting could jeopardize the status quo, pouring cascades of White Noise over the pillars of power. Therefore, it was wisely decided to nationalize it, to teach it to everyone to make it simple, educational, and harmless.

I wasn't claiming that studying the canonical form necessarily implies being mediocre musicians. I think it was easy to understand; I meant that having studied form and not having freed oneself from the burden of canonical education inevitably turns one into a musician as useful as a painting in the toilet. After all, one might even be surrounded by a luxurious bathroom, rich in golden finishes, but it's still a toilet from which they are engulfed. The great musician, regardless of their initial academic level (low - medium - high): Forgets. The genius doesn't give a damn about showing off jazz scales that make the eyes of fresh, trained youngsters light up; they do it INDEPENDENTLY of the heaps of crap that the masses throw at them, and they won't care one bit about any little intellectuals clapping their hands saying "good job, good job" who will warmly welcome the work. The genius is full steam ahead on a track untainted by social debris. When Beethoven was writing the 9th symphony, was he thinking of fatherland? Was he thinking of making the audience of burly bourgeois sitting in the hall rejoice? NO. He was simply seized by highly personal convulsions, by a creative bewilderment in which he was oblivious to the "I."

yes.

For me, the wonderful Bad Brains are effective, not the Exploited :)