Wednesday, November 20, 2013


Songs blow. Length arbitrarily & commercially mandated, too many or never enough notes, seldom a good solo, usually only one couplet (rhymed or not) worth remembering. If you're lucky (& really, how often are you?) there'll be a hook that a human being can tolerate anticipating. Otherwise, as much a total & complete waste of time & energy as everything else.

As yet another in our interminable acts of goodness we'll extract the good parts from several selections, beginning w/ the most important line, & not just of the song but possibly of anything the Ig or anyone else could ever need to say about anything, anywhere, ever:Those more disposed to verbal (at least) action than to musing over the philosophic yet immediate & real-world observations that are the Ig's stock in trade may consider this the musical summation of human experience & existence, & both sides in any disagreement may go fuck themselves:Here the summation of the Darby Crash experience: True poetry needs no words.

1 comment:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Play all fucking three of 'em at once!