So, when these two young JW women showed up yesterday I invited them in.
I was working away at my desk on a major sorting project and I told them
I could talk to them while I worked Meanwhile, my bobpod was on Shuffle,
and Dylan's Here Comes Santa Claus started playing.
I asked them what they thought of Dylan's xmas album. Of course, JW's
don't celebrate xmas. As the instrumental part of the song played, one
of them said the song seemed slightly familiar. I asked what they
thought of Dylan's voice and the other one said excitedly that Bob Dylan
has a wonderful voice. Then Dylan started his singing. Actually, it
didn't sound so bad at all.Funny how the audience sometimes determines
the sound.
They asked me if I ever wondered why god allows so much suffering in the
land. I quoted back the Nick Cave lyric about not believing in an
Interventionist God. It turns out JW's believe in a pantheon of magical
spirits - angels and the like. At least these JW's did.
Thank you for that insight into your world, rr. I think maybe you
took a shine to those two witnesses. You seemed to let them off
rather lightly.
I have a Jehovah's Witness that comes into where I work. She is an old
lady. Always hands me a copy of Watchtower and talks about the
weather. She has never tried to convert me. Maybe I just don't look
the convertable type.
Next time she comes I'm going to force her to listen to five or six
NET shows.
Mr Jinx
Previously, I had a Jehovah's Witness who taught animation at the art
school. I was telling him now my god-concept comes from Philip K Dick
sci fi novels and it turned out he was a sci fi fan.He was also a huge
fan of New Orleans music and soul. I turned him onto Amy Winehouse. We
wouldn't even bother talking about religion when he'd visit.
I've always liked JW's. When I was a teacher, they were some of my best
students. I would volunteer to supervise them in the library when they
couldn't go to the Remembrance Day Assembly. The students were always
very bright and friendly.
I remember a grade nine girl who told me she couldn't watch Casablanca
because her religion banned her from war activities. Talking her into
watching it was one of my career victories. She loved the movie.
Punk Rock was finished by 1977. You must have been hearing about some
Jehovah's Witnesses forming a Punk tribute band in that roller rink.
Sadly this is becoming ever more common. The Jehovah Pistols have
just played my roller rink.
Anyway, how do you know if the 'punk-rock' shows were 'seriously
awesome' if you weren't there? Honestly, Poisoned Rose, sometimes I
think you live in a world of your own.
Mr Jinx
Mr Jinx
Indeed. Punk rock's wake was led by Pat Boone, when he wore leather
and studded wrist bands.
Nowadays, I know Wall Street traders that have punk tune ring tones...
Lol.
You have learned your Jinxian doctrine well. :-) Touché.
But as far as Punk goes I will stick to my guns. Punk was dead by
1977. The minute it got commodified it lost its essence. The bands
you call 'Punk' are actually something else. They may have borrowed
some of the mannerisms of Punk but I imagine they are in their own
scenes.
Having just seen Malcolm McLaren buried I am aware of what we have
lost. And even people like John Lydon are onto other things now. The
only Punk left is Mark E. Smith (and he wouldn't call himself a Punk
or even associate himself with that scene - which makes him even more
'Punk', of course).
Don't get me wrong, I love the Pixies and Black Flag and all that but
those guys were on another trip.
Mr Jinx
The movement grows, poisoned rose. More and more people are taking my
side, rather than yours, in that very controversial newsgroups topic of
your personality defects.
Look what this fine chap had to say about you the other day:
"You get called on about 10% of the nasty shit you stir up. If you were
taken to task about all the fights you try to start, all the attacks
you make, all your bullying, all the snottiness and acid you excrete,
the newsgroup would have no time for anything else. Which, judging from
what I found during my recent excursion into the google groups archive,
seems to be just what you would thrive on.
This is a hilarious response!!
Don't you realize that everything thinks the same thing bout you? What
motivates me into saving people's quotes about you, and then posting
them when you attack me without provocation, is that you have such a
blind spot about yourself. At least we can get some amusement from all
the misery you cause in these newsgroups.
Yeah, I'm just sitting here laughing my ass off.
THB
Ok, maybe it limped on into 1978.
I think it is important not to imagine that Punk is a sound. It is an
attitude. And, yeah, I suppose I am being too extreme to say that no
Punk bands survive. I actually think Billy Childish has remained true
to the ethos. Oddly Mr Dylan is closer to the Punk spirit these days
than many a young buck.
Mr Jinx
Was this the thread?
I must admit I haven't heard of him. But I will check him out.
Actually I really believe the Americans invented Punk. I'd go with
the Stooges and the Velvets really on that one (and the NY Dolls). I
think our English Peter Hammill had quite a hand in shaping the sound
of the 70s Punk sounds and so did the Who.
Mr Jinx
Well, isn't that just like you not to know a compliment when you get
one.
You should be flattered to be called a "barnacle," if indeed you were
called a "barnacle."
It puts you in the same classification as Bob.
THB
Oh shit. I was on the phone, and did that half-assed.
Obviously, what I meant to say was "isn't that just like you to not
know a compliment" OSLT!!!
IOW, what I can't figure out how to say precisely, is that you should
have wanted to have been the barnacle, just like Bob is an "old
barnacle," with his NET, (which I have to keep reminding everyone
ended in '91), stalking his muse.
THB
The minute it became an addressable market it was over.
John Holmstrom led the charge. While he was busy chronicling the
battle between The Dictators and The Ramones, the Brits were up to
something and old friend Malcolm introduced his culturphage to the
public. It was either a wild success or a miserable failure depending
on your point of view.