Lou Reed said it best. How is it that a man, who used to run around Max’s Kansas City asking young men to come home with him to poop in his mouth so he could get off, gets the chance to write some of the most ethereally poignant songs? This is a great mystery to me. If having some kid take a dump on your tongue provides you with the inspiration to piece together a song like White Light/White Heat, Vicious or Heroin then more power to you. I had a burrito for dinner last night; so if you want me to pitch in, give me a call. But seriously folks, how can you deny the song There Is No Time? I’ve spent the last two days allowing that song to completely break me down, and it worked.
This is no time for Celebration
this is no time for Shaking Heads
This is no time for Backslapping
this is no time for Marching Bands
This is no time for Optimism
this is no time for Endless Thought
This is no time for my country Right or Wrong
remember what that brought
There is no time
there is no time
There is no time
there is no time
This is no time for Congratulations
this is no time to Turn Your Back
This is no time for Circumlocution
this is no time for Learned Speech
This is no time to Count Your Blessings
this is no time for Private Gain
This is no time to Put Up or Shut Up
it won't come back this way again
There is no time
there is no time
There is no time
there is no time
This is no time to Swallow Anger
this is no time to Ignore Hate
This is no time to be Acting Frivolous
because the time is getting late
This is no time for Private Vendettas
this is no time to not know who you are
Self knowledge is a dangerous thing
the freedom of who you are
This is no time to Ignore Warnings
this is no time to Clear the Plate
Let's not be sorry after the fact
and let the past become out fate (soooo good!)
There is no time
there is no time
There is no time
there is no time
This is no time to turn away and drink
or smoke some vials of crack
This is a time to gather force
and take dead aim and Attack
This is no time for Celebration
this is no time for Saluting Flags
This is no time for Inner Searchings
the future is at head
This is no time for Phony Rhetoric
this is no time for Political Speech
This is a time for Action
because the future's Within Reach
This is the time
this is the time
This is the time
because there is no time
There is no time
there is no time
There is no time
there is no time
Can you deal with that? Yeah, me neither. Lou Reed is a demigod and I defy those who disagree.
Big plans were in the mix last night, but I ended up staying in to do work. Jay has what some might call unfinished business with New York University. I was a student (wait, I am a student) at Gallatin which some of you may know as the “make up your own major” school. Yeah, guidance has always been an issue with this delicate flower. Unfortunately, I never received much (or looked for it) so my transcript has yet to confirm graduation. There is a colloquium that needs to be done, but more importantly, I need to turn a paper regarding an internship I did last spring. Where can I find the time? Instead of checking out the Bravery and Moving Units last night, I decided to stay in to get some work done. After writing nearly 8 pages my work got interrupted by the best television show ever.
Did you watch the O.C. last night? I spent most of the episode yelling at the television, but the final twist had me bouncing around the apartment like a school girl. If you don’t like this show, take my number out of your phone. We are no longer friends.
Following the show I managed to ward off any temptation from the Bowery or Atomique and I focused my efforts back on the paper. Around page 11 I received a phone call from my good pal Trevor who is currently waiting in Arizona to receive orders from his commanders. He is in good spirits and spends most of his day sitting in the government provided hotel room. Trevor got to spend Thanksgiving with friends in Colorado, and he is currently working on a screenplay. If his orders don’t come in the next couple weeks, he is going to try to sneak home for Christmas. I’m praying he makes it home.
*** Ahhhh… Those Flaming Lips. What will they think of next? I must get my hands on this piece of vinyl.
*** Wilco announces some tour dates for 2005. Hopefully Tweedy can hold his sanity long enough to complete this short list. In a related note, Tower Records is selling cheap copies of Wilco records so go beef up your catalog.
*** Best of luck to James Brown in his fight against prostate cancer.
*** I’m going to have to figure out how to get on the list for this party. February 10th. Mark your calendars.
*** Electric Six takes on Queen in an attempt to regain some of their dimming spotlight.
*** Has Radio 1 found someone to step into Peel’s shoes? Probably not.
*** Snoop is the new Lombardi and they are making a movie about it. Watch out Snoop; in the days of Michael Jackson that final comment could get you in trouble.
*** If you missed the hipster fuckfest at Rothko last weekend, don’t worry, Spin has you covered.
*** Get ready to read a heap of these articles. No great revelations, but if you were in a deep coma it might help you out.
*** Ryan Seacrest and Usher order a double Culkin.
Check back later for a few updates and party information. Happy The Life Aquatic day!
2 Comments:
it was good to see you again. nice work on the deck. jamie
thanks s.t. though i'm not happy with all the close up fotos you took, it was great seeing you again. keep me up to date on your visits to the apple.
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