We Hunted The Mammoth
By David Futrelle
“Here Comes My Baby,” is a deceptively cheerful-sounding song of unrequited love, written by Cat Stevens when he was a teenager. And it has the stink of high school heartbreak all over it. It occurs to me that it might be the ultimate incel anthem.
By David Futrelle
Some days I just can’t, when if comes to the misogynists. So instead of one of my regular posts, here are a bunch of fantastic French singer ladies, mostly recording in the 1960s, starting with the amazing Brigitte Fontaine (whose later, less poppy stuff with the Art Ensemble of Chicago is also great).
Oh, and consider this an open thread. Obviously, there’s a lot going on. No trolls.
By David Futrelle
If you’ve ever wondered what the “precious bodily fluids”-obsessed General Jack D. Ripper from Dr. Strangelove would sound like if he were, like, really into crystals and auras and shit, well, he might sound a bit like this dude I found in the Semen Retention subreddit today, warning his fellow semen-retainers of the alleged spiritual war being waged against their good vibrations.
By David Futrelle
It’s Sunday, so I thought I’d take a break from the terrible and share some good, in the form of some music I’ve been enjoying a lot lately.
By David Futrelle
A reader alerted me to this hot new Jordan Peterson video. No, not a video of him going on about women being chaos or “cultural marxists” trying to destroy civilization with gay marriage and trans pronouns. No, this is a song about Peterson and what a shit he is.
By David Futrelle
It’s been a long week. So today let’s forego the usual dissection of misogynistic asswipes and instead rock out to a little music video mix that Donald Trump would almost certainly hate.
Max Roscoe, a self-described ‘aspiring philosopher king” who writes regularly for misogynistic garbage site Return of Kings, doesn’t like feminism. Or contemporary classical music.
So he’s decided to take down both of these allegedly awful things, by suggesting that they’re pretty much the same thing, if you think about it.
To me, nothing says “summer” more than DRONE MUSIC. Well, not really, but here are five hours and 15 minutes of drone/ambient music that is as slow as molasses and just as sweet. Tap your feet, very very very very slowly, to these droney hits!
Ok, so I kind of love Dolly Parton, and “Jolene” is probably my favorite song of hers, though I’ve never quite believed the story told in the lyrics, because how could any woman, even the mighty Jolene, steal a man from DOLLY FUCKING PARTON?
Anyway, it turns out if you play the 45 rpm single version of the song at 33 rpm it becomes … another song entirely. But, amazingly, it works. It’s actually sort of great. The video above isn’t new, but it’s new to me, and I can’t stop listening to it, so I thought I’d inflict it all on you.
Here’s Dolly singing the song at the correct speed.
Today I feel an irresistible urge to post music videos. Above, an awesome interpretation of a rock classic that is sure to get you PUMPED for the weekend.
Below, enjoy the silky voice of Phil Collins.
