Hec, what's MSR?
And I do know from bad. I *just* heard Dean Friedman's Ariel, over the weekend. [link]
Spike: At least give me Wesley's office since he's gone. Angel: He's not gone. He's on a leave of absence. Spike: Yeah, right. Boo-hoo. Thought he killed his bloody father. Try staking your mother when she's coming on to you! Harmony: Well…that explains a lot.
'Destiny'
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Topic!Cindy - Sep 07, 2005 10:38:21 am PDT #1270 of 10001
What is even happening?
DavidS - Sep 07, 2005 10:40:04 am PDT #1271 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Hec, what's MSR?
I edited a link in. It's the company most associated with setting your poems to music. They had a genius composer/keyboardist named Rodd Keith who did these cool, snappy arrangements to the most demented/sentimental/political lyrics evah!
Atropa - Sep 07, 2005 10:41:22 am PDT #1272 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
It's the company most associated with setting your poems to music.
Do they still exist? The temptation to send in song lyrics by a friend's super-grrr!stomp industrial band and see what they do is pretty strong.
Jessica - Sep 07, 2005 10:41:36 am PDT #1273 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Launchcast is playing "Rio" for me. They must be lurking here.
Amy - Sep 07, 2005 10:43:23 am PDT #1274 of 10001
Because books.
My personal height of badness has to be "Run, Joey, Run," by an artist whose name I forget. It's one of those '70s pop songs I always call "angel music," with the ethereal ahh-aaaahhhhs swelling in the background. It's about a girl who gets pregnant, and warns hapless Joey to run, because Daddy ain't going for that.
The chorus is:
Daddy, please don't, it wasn't his fault
He means so much to me
Daddy, please don't, we're going to get married
Just you wait and see
It doesn't end well.
Cass - Sep 07, 2005 10:47:13 am PDT #1275 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
And we won't discuss my shameful addiction to a current silly goth/pop metal band from Finland.Nightwish?
Fred Pete - Sep 07, 2005 10:47:32 am PDT #1276 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Personally, I'm not even sure "We Built This City" is Jefferson Airplane/Starship's worst song. "Sara" at least gives it a run for the money.
amych - Sep 07, 2005 10:47:54 am PDT #1277 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
It doesn't end well.
Goodness, no. From the little you posted, that song is heading straight for a stalled car on the railroad tracks and/or the Tallahatchee Bridge.
DavidS - Sep 07, 2005 10:49:28 am PDT #1278 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Jilli, I don't know if there are any more song-poem companies out there. Maybe in Nashville.
John Trubee (who we featured in the book and spoke at the reading in Berkeley) famously sent in "Blind Man's Penis" and got a spiffy country backing for it.
But consider the genius of these titles alone:
13. Dick Kent: Octopus Woman Please Let Me Go
16. Wm. H. Arpaia & The Jerrymanders: Listen, Mister Hat
18. The Downtowners: I Love Lovely Chinese Gal
05. Shelley Stuart & The Five Stars: Vampire Husband
02. Jim Lea: The Doing Of Our Thing
22. uncredited: My Hamburger Baby
28. Gene Marshall: Smoke It - The Pot
05. Bill Joy: Bored Can't Cope Want Out
11. The Real Pros: It's You, Cherokee Lou
...and of course, "Jimmy Carter Says Yes"
Atropa - Sep 07, 2005 10:50:59 am PDT #1279 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
And we won't discuss my shameful addiction to a current silly goth/pop metal band from Finland.
Nightwish?
No, HIM. The lead singer is a stunningly pretty man, and the songs are all about how he loves you SO much he would die for you. With power chords. They are my guilty, guilty musical pleasure.