Saturday, July 1, 2017

In Massed Farting Assurance We Spasm and Scream

I hear a Spoon song on the radio and think: why the fuck don't I love Spoon? I should LOVE Spoon, it's smart tight pop, I love smart tight pop, I love this song right now. The song ends. I don't think about Spoon until next time I hear a Spoon song on the radio, wonder, why the fuck don't I love Spoon?


  • That? Is a great fucking pop song.
  • I should love Spoon. As in own some and put some on now and then.
  • The Fugs - exorcism of the White House.
  • No, poetry does not defeat politics.
  • Frances' latest article in Indian Country Today.
  • Art and Capitalism: the problem won't go away.
  • I love some of Spoon's songs but never once, in all the years, air-guitared one.
  • His life with New Order. 
  • Of course I have a theory and of course the theory involves Guided by Voices/Pollard: Pollard has one song he reworks over and over, and fandom consisting primarily of pride in insider-knowledge of the subtle differences between versions of the same song, and while I really really really really like Britt Daniel's one song, I don't love it enough (I don't know why, so the question's not answered) to devoutly discover the difference of every version.


1 comment:

  1. at

    i learned (again, i think, but it was lurking in the wings, not immediately available to enter the center stage of consciousness) that the famous french flatulist joseph pujol (1857 - 1945) was not actually farting during his performances

    It is a common misconception that Joseph Pujol actually passed intestinal gas as part of his stage performance. Rather, Pujol was able to "inhale" or move air into his rectum and then control the release of that air with his anal sphincter muscles. Evidence of his ability to control those muscles was seen in the early accounts of demonstrations of his abilities to fellow soldiers.

    one can obtain a very good hardcover copy of the english version of a biography of him, reprinted in 1993 by barnes and noble, for five and a half dollars (including postage)