Rubblebucket @ Tiny Desk

floss that sweaturrr, rubble princess.

So, by far the catchiest tune on this is the first song, “Carousel Ride.” The whole set is really nice though. I actually enjoy this recording better than any other on YouTube. The singer, regrettably, has little little performance energy (that may be a stylistic choice), but here she performs with a seemingly earnest effervescence, and I think it suits her. I also like that the instrumental sounds are natural here, and the brass shines through nicely.

So Paul Gauguin… Might have been a mega creep. Who knew?

So I was listening to the Podcast Politiquement Incorrect with Richard Martineau, and they had a verrry interesting discussion of Paul Gauguin, the celebrated French painter who depicted the idyllic world of Tahiti and other exotic locii.

Turns out he might absolutely have been a total creep, and it wasn’t even that much of a secret. Take a look at this article from the Guardian from way back in 2001. It’s an article that I could only describe as a total hit piece but that it were written by the Guardian. (Don’t get me wrong, they’re a little heavy-handed in all their work, but they still do good journalism).

Apparently this debate is not over, as evidenced by this screenshot of a Google News search for Paul Gauguin. I guess the New York Times decided to revive this issue once again. How fun.

I don’t see what the big deal is. I went to an exhibition of George Bush Jr.’s paintings of wounded Iraq service members, and no one warned me that I was looking at art made by a war criminal depicting the very Americans maimed by his lies, greed, and hubris. No one talked about banning that. Art is made by angels and monsters. It bears witness to the minds of our species, ugly, beautiful, hopeful, sickening.

Blitzen Trapper- Love the Way You Walk Away

Pacific Northwest mid-twenties male angst at its finest.

I don’t remember if I previously posted a link to this band. If I did, it was probably for their single, Furr. This song is entirely different, and as a newcomer to Blitzen, I’m quickly finding they have a very diverse sound. As some others commented on their Youtube videos, I wonder where I was when these guys seemed to be in high production mode. Enjoy.

RTJ- Lie, Cheat, Steal

Their lyrics are incomparable

Smoke from the loosie drift
Hold it like a crucifix
Blow from the nose I’m a dragon to a gnome
Got a average of bein’ excellent the median just dope
Like the ratio of heroin to laxative that’s sold
Authorities have spoken, demanded your pure devotion
Get magnetized to the ground while the falcons of murder close in
I chose to go guano, y’all know, kinda bat shit
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me automatic
I’ll tea bag a piranha tank, heart barely beatin’
A wild one who’ll swim like directly after he’s eaten
While holding a toaster oven that’s plugged with a fork in it
Cause death by electrocution’s like life in New York, isn’t it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it

Pains the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little shop of horrors that I can’t even afford to rent in
Where’s the exit?
Wanna talk shop I can chop it up with exacto touch, whats the rush?
Autograph skin flaps, tag em up
I don’t brag enough you defacto suck
A lotta you new to the El Producto milieu
Kinda like “fuck is you?”
I’m a little black spot on a sun of lies
But I’m not too high to say I’m the truth
I line the booth to catch blood like a Bateman
Nathan sacred I’ll mace a play pen
Jewel runner bitch make the name stick
Not for sale but I’m takin payments

Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win
(Everybody doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win
Everybody doin’ it
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win
(Everybody doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win

I’m fly as a pegasus, that’s no embellishment
I’m here to pain the whole game, where the Excedrin
Good pussy, good marijuana that be my medicine
And I’m a mixture of MJG and the Weathermen
A revolutionary bangin’ on my adversaries
And I love Dr. King but violence might be necessary
Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary
You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery
We overworked, underpaid, and we underprivileged
They love us, they love us (why?)
Because we feed the village
You really made it or just became a prisoner of privilege?
You willing to share that information that you’ve been given?
Like who really run this?
Like who really run that man that say he run this?
Who who really run that man that say he run this, run run run run this?
Like who really fund this?
Like who really fund who say he fund this?
Like who in the world gon’ tell Donald Sterl who to put on the “you can’t come” list?
Now don’t be silly
Who the fuck gon’ bully me if I got a billy?
If I got a billy and the bitch recording me I’m like who cares
What I wouldn’t be is on TV stutterin’ ta-ta-talkin’ scared
So the question is when Don’s at home with that traitor ass bitch alone
Who’s that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones?
Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the throne?

Everybody doin’ it

Les Soeurs Boulay- Chats Sauvages

Un chat qu’on ne sait pas apprivoiser. J’en ai connu un.

On n’apprivoise pas les chats sauvages
Pas plus qu’on met en cage les oiseaux de la terre
Faut les laisser aller comme on les laisse venir au monde
Faut surtout les aimer jamais chercher à les garder
Tout doucement je veux voyager
En te jasant d’amour et de liberté

On n’emprisonne pas les cœurs volages
Pas plus qu’on coupe les ailes aux oiseaux de la terre
Faut les laisser aller toujours sans chercher à comprendre
Ils marchent seuls et n’ont qu’un seul langage
Celui de l’amour, celui de la vie
Ils chantent pour toi si t’en as envie

J’me sens un peu comme le chat sauvage
Et j’ai les ailes du cœur volage
J’veux pas qu’on m’apprivoise
J’veux pas non plus qu’on m’mette en cage
J’veux être aimer pour ce que j’ai à te donner
Tout doucement je veux voyager
En te jasant d’amour et de liberté

Cette chanson elle est pour nous
Elle jase d’amour et de liberté

Cette chanson elle est pour nous
Elle jase d’amour et de liberté

A non-Terran’s Guide to Thanksgiving

I have done the anthropological research on this holiday for you. Voilà, my findings.



Thanksgiving was originally a holiday observed in the United States of America and Canada on Earth that enabled people to celebrate being thankful for what they had. It was still celebrated as of the 2370s.

…In 2266, the crew of the USS Enterprise were prepared to celebrate Thanksgiving. Captain Kirk was irritated because there was not any turkey on board the ship; the crew was going to have to eat meatloaf instead. Kirk was later informed that, while in the ovens, the meatloaf mysteriously transformed into turkey. This transformation was caused by Charles Evans, a boy with incredible powers. (TOS: “Charlie X“)

In 2372Benjamin Sisko invited the entire senior staff of Deep Space 9 to Thanksgiving dinner. The captain had been growing vegetables for months to serve at the dinner. A year laterMichael Eddington told Sisko that he thought his former commanding officer had added too much tarragon to the stuffing. (DS9: “Blaze of Glory“)


So my takeaway from studying the above passages about this regional Earth tradition is that it had something to do with a minor Divinity miraculously transforming meatloaf into turkey to feed the hungry.

While the source is not totally clear, meatloaf is made from ground meat, presumably of any type. If this was turkey meat, then this would have been a turkey ground down and reconstructed as a loaf of meat bread, then subsequently re-deconstructed and re-reconstructed into a turkey form.

Thanksgiving therefore is essentially an Earth holiday about the endless cycle of death and rebirth. Destruction and creation. See also: Lord Shiva.