Give us your dreamers, your harlots, and your sins

Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas

We sell crutches in Las Vegas. In all shapes in sizes. We have one for every type of person, ready for emergency use. Even if you’re healthy and able, we’d like to provide you one in advance…in case you stumble and fall.

What ever it is that will make you feel better, it’s here. It’s temporary and fleeting, but for a short time you will feel whole again. Renewed and alive. In the end it will cripple you completely.

Sex? Food? Drugs? Got a gamblers spirit? Need a companion, or two? Looking for a savior? It’s all here.

I have lived here since I was 3 years old. It’s home. Living here will build some callouses in your armpit. I’ve grabbed a free crutch or two. I’ve window shopped for crutches, needing to understand the drive of this person or that. I’ve bought crutches in time of need, and stolen them in times of great happiness. Still, I am stronger for all of this. My two feet ARE in fact capable of holding myself up.

Yet.

Sometimes…sometimes you just wanna give your feet a rest.

It’s a city that will eat you alive. You’ll never enjoy that more than here.



Sunsets and neon lights
Call girls and neon lights
Black jack and lady luck
Cocaine and lady luck
You call upon her on holy knees tonight

I am always to excited to see a local band make it big. The Killers are a certified success, with 15 million records sold worldwide, but in my heart…I just wasn’t sure what to think. The songs I loved by The Killers were scattered across their 4 studio albums, but was I ready to stand by this band of ours? We’ve had bands break out and up from this neon jungle before. Panic At The Disco! was the other BIG band that blasted out of the Vegas Valley. Sure, I loved much of “A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out”, but still something was missing. Where is the song that sums up what it’s like to live here in my City of Sin?

Ends up, it wasn’t a band, but Killers frontman Brandon Flowers gone solo that finally provides the link and connection for me. This connection came via his brilliant solo album called Flamingo, set to be released September 14th, 2010.

The opening sounds of tree crickets at night, that start the song and album off, to the the final words of “the house always wins” are bookends to the most perfect song about Las Vegas I have ever heard. Brandon Flowers would know. He is from Vegas, as you might know. Brandon was born in Henderson, NV (very close to Las Vegas) and lived here until he was 8, when his family moved to Utah. After his junior year of high school, he returned to Las Vegas to live with his aunt. The rest is history, so to speak. He went on to form the Vegas-based band The Killers and live out a dream of being a musician and songwriter.

The song title, “Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas,” is a greeting known to locals and tourists alike. The words emblazon the sign you see at the top of this post. The sign that greets you as you enter the Las Vegas Blvd., THE Strip, from the South end of town.  It doesn’t stop there, as I mentioned earlier. Those tree crickets at the beginning of the song? I can step outside on to my patio, right now,  and hear those same sounds. They are the sounds of my home for the last 30 years. The pull already of this song has me in a tight orbit.  Then the lyrics. The lyrics are so perfectly written. I can see visions of my own life, in this town, flash in front of my minds eye. The feelings and smells. The neon framing my misadventures and misfortune as well as the joy and love.


Download Brandon Flowers – Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas

Cameras on the ceiling tile
no place for you to hide
One-Oh-Seven and you’re looking for shade
That no palm tree can provide
But there’s a little girl you remember back in Tennessee
You have this recurring dream
Where you see her playing hide and seek
With a woman who used to know you very well

It’s not the the kind of song the Las Vegas Tourist Bureau would ever want to use for a commercial, but it is the song that most accurately paints the picture of this town. From the eyes of someone who has stayed a little too long.

Las Vegas makes you wonder sometimes. Where does your strength come from. Is it me standing, or is there a crutch under my arms. You wonder if the hot blonde you love is just a crutch. We all need a ninja-killing lover to save us from ourselves, don’t we? Don’t we?

sweet street sweepers seldom sweep swept streets

Tom Morello and Boots Riley (Street Sweeper Social Club)

Ok, kilter, you can do it. You can write this review without referring to Tom Morello’s previous, well-known project combining rap and rock. Just pretend that “anger toward the device” band never existed. Take a deep breath, and let’s go.

You know Tom Morello. He moonlights as The Nightwatchman and was the guitar player in Audioslave, as well as, um, other projects. He writes catchy, riffy guitar lines and uses the guitar as a musical weapon as much as an instrument. You may also know Boots Riley, sociopolitical activist and co-founder of The Coup, one of the best underground acts of the 2000s. What do you get when the two join forces? They’re called Street Sweeper Social Club (hereafter referred to as SSSC), and they recently released The Ghetto Blaster EP.
The album is explosive and energetic, layering politically-charged rap over chunky rock riffs. It’s like nothing you’ve ever heard…uh…before…
Screw it.

SSSC is similar to Rage Against The Machine in theory and concept. It has moments that almost sound too familiar to the Rage fan in me (I mean that in the best possible way, of course). That’s where the comparisons stop, though. Riley has a decidedly different flow than Zack de la Rocha, and he knows how to mix politics with a party. SSSC also has more moments that truly resemble, what do the kids call it, hippity-hop? That’s not to say the driving guitar and bass lines aren’t there, but there seems to be a little more texture here than what we’ve heard before. Add in some well-chosen covers (LL Cool J’s Mama Said Knock You Out and M.I.A.’s Paper Planes) and you’ve got a pretty interesting EP. You can listen to the covers on your own; check out the opening track, “Ghetto Blaster,” for an idea what SSSC’s sound is like.


Download Street Sweeper Social Club – Ghetto Blaster

Oh, ok, here’s a cover for you. Don’t say I never did anything nice.


Download Street Sweeper Social Club – Mama Said Knock You Out

The (International) Noise Conspiracy (c) Elin Berge 2008

A little research shows that this band intends to be more about the experience of a live show, bringing people together to dance their Communist socks off. I’ll be watching for a chance to see them. Expect a review when that goes down.
Speaking of hip Communist bands, I’m going to sneak in some (International) Noise Conspiracy here. Just because I love them.


Download The (International) Noise Conspiracy – Smash It Up


Don’t Fee Fo De Way You Arrr, De Way You Be

This is me.  Wwww-HUH?

You know that feeling you get when you are watching a non-English speaking person completely emulate the voice and mannerisms of a famous American? You don’t know what to do with your response. If you closed your eyes, you wouldn’t know the difference. But you already know that when speaking, this person has a thick, thick accent. That means you pick up subtle hints of Engrish between some of his words.

Now you know what I am experiencing at this very moment as I listen to the Portuguese band, Uni_Form. I am utterly confused. You see, Mookie and I have been discussing buying tickets to an upcoming Interpol show. Since there is music playing 24/7 at Mookie’s house, even when we sleep, I assumed what I had been hearing was the new Interpol album. If they have a new album. I just assumed. Sometimes I just go with it. I rarely go check his computer to see what we’re listening to.

But today, I decided to sit myself down at Mook’s workstation and try to eat the scraps of some leftover Thai food while I check out what he has that’s new, and write my post for this week. Based on a quick click of a random track, I thought this Mirrors album sounded like a winner.
It took me until Track 2 to drop my mouth and say… What??!! I swear, I checked from screen to screen to verify this band I was researching was the same as the band playing in iTunes and NOT Interpol. Wow. THAT’S what I thought was Interpol? They are from PORTUGAL! They are singing in English! They sound EXACTLY like Interpol!

I had to take another moment.
I don’t like bands that sound exactly like other bands.
I do like discovering new, international bands.
I don’t know what to do.

But Interpol… I couldn’t even name you a band member. I like Interpol because they have that dark, dramatic sound that you can play while doing… well, anything dark and dramatic. So… Does it matter who is playing it? Am I offending Interpol? Shit. Look, what do I know?
I found some of their videos and I am telling you, if you watch them perform you will totally hear and see that accent.

I’m left once again having no idea what to do with myself. I hope Mookie gets home soon.
In the meantime I can’t believe we thought this was Interpol. Now do with it what you will.


Download Uni_Form – Shadows

Lenny, you are seriously missed. Especially now.

As a warning, this post is going to contain language that many readers will find obscene.

That being said, it seems my rant last week on those that harbor ill will towards words – be they on the right or left – touched a nerve with some. Others felt strongly on the opposite end, also. It’s a funny thing, language. It brings out the best and worst in people, but only if they allow it to hold control over them. It’s why I’ve always felt strongly about the notion of free speech. The idea of “free speech” is a novelty. It’s a warm fuzzy directed towards the masses to make them feel as though they actually have the right to say what they like. Funny, though, that many seem to find out there are consequences to what they say. Many times, it is the racists out there that sling words around that are in the context of an insult, then scream that their first amendment rights are being infringed upon. That’s if those morons can spell a word like infringement.

You see, I am a grown man. I have the ability to think clearly and understand what others mean when they use the words they have chosen. When I wrote the term “paddywagon”, it is used in the context of pointing out the moral ignorance of another. And this is why I am posting what I am posting this week. What you guys are going to hear just simply takes such a complex subject, and boils it down to about a minute and a half of sheer brilliance. So here is Lenny Bruce’s bit, “Are There Any Niggers Here Tonight?”


Download Lenny Bruce – Are There Any Niggers Here Tonight?

Now, you’ll notice I didn’t use that lame euphemism we all know as “the N-word”. Why? Because it’s leading us down just an awful road. Let’s say that you (the reader) and your mate have a young child. Every so often, you speak of giving the child candy. Eventually, the child will associate the word with what you will give him – candy. You figure out that the child is wise to this, so you change up the approach. You spell out the word. Unfortunately, the child will soon also figure this out. It’s no different than the lazy avoidance of a word that draws strong feelings. To paraphrase the comedian and ’60’s civil rights activist Dick Gregory? What’s to stop the Jewish community from telling all people that instead of, say, “concentration camp”, any and all non-Jews must say “the C-word”? We’re already seeing this, as the popular movement is to use the simplified “R-word” instead of “retard”.

Now, let’s look at the following sentence:

Mary’s growth was retarded by her mother’s smoking habit while she was in the womb.

Is that offensive to you all? No? Do you know why? Because you understand the context in which it is used. When I tell stories of my time down south, I certainly will curb my language at points. It’s self-censoring, which we all do. However, I will openly talk about how I would hear just openly blatant racism and how openly so many would toss the word “nigger” around with such vitriol. It’s disgusting. So let’s use two sentences now to understand, again, the power of the word. Let’s say I overhear someone say the following, and I am telling you about it later:

“That is one lazy nigger.”

Inappropriate, correct? I agree! Say now that we ban the word and use the fluffed up politically correct euphemism, instead.

“That is one lazy n-word.”

If you work to ban the first, what is eventually going to happen will happen in two parts. First? The original word will eventually be wiped from the books, thus robbing us from letting people understand the hate that went on. An unfortunate part of our culture. One we should teach others to not embrace, but work to finish off through tolerance. Second? Once that word is all but gone? You will simply see the power shift towards the euphemism that we created to make nice, and it will elicit the same nastiness. You people that simply want to run from the problem? Are the problem. I say these things to elicit the emotion of anger. Not of the word, but of the blatant stupidity of how the words are used with such hate and stupidity. Instead, most now can’t tell the difference.

Another great bit from Bruce is called “Tits and Ass”. It sort of follows the same lazy, half-assed approach. Take a listen.


Download Lenny Bruce – Tits and Ass

Now, how is this any different than our half-assed “solution” to curing the ills of racism? I will tell you. It’s NOT. If you simply change the language? Well, it sounds quite nice, but guess what? You’ve now offended a different crowd, altogether. It doesn’t matter if it’s a “profanity” or a “slur”. As an aside, the word “paddywagon” has two different backgrounds. One being that the cops in England were always tossing the Irish in the back of their buggies, hence the term. It certainly isn’t something to be proud of. However, with so many Irish immigrants in the Boston and New York areas in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, you saw many get work as officers. Many drove the same wagons. It was a term to describe those wagons, which many times were driven by? The Irish. It offends me that those that feign offense are many times too lazy to do an adequate amount of research, and instead find a pet cause to believe in.

So what do I find offensive? Look no further than our capitol. Representative Kevin Brady, from the wonderful state of Texas, when justifying his vote against a bill that would have appropriated extended healthcare benefits to the 9/11 first responders, said the following:

“They went there to save survivors, not to raise taxes.”

Here’s the video:

Now, which one do you find more offensive? The description of a story about the lunacy of politically correctness gone out of control? Or a man on our dime refusing to help people that gave of themselves selflessly on 9/11 because of his need to protect off shore interests? I think the smart choice is the latter. I was absolutely fuming when I heard that remark. As should most anyone with any semblance of a soul. And to bring yet another Lenny Bruce moment up, check his idea of what words he found offensive. Now remember, this is the late 1950’s. The political climate in terms of civil rights was much different and much more heated. Sheer brilliance.

That being said, I offer zero apologies for the language I use unless I directly used it to target a person. In this case? I didn’t. I simply refuse to bow to the powers that think they be and dumb down our language the way Orwell warned us we would, all because a handful of people are just too stupid to think for themselves and think of the bigger picture.

And here’s one last piece of stand-up. It’s off of David Cross’ latest album Bigger and Blackerer, and I have to include that I attended this show, and knew something this awful was coming, but I laughed my ass off. This is so horribly wrong, but so very funny how he satirizes the whole debate on race.