waits has been doing one "old man voice" after another since he was in his twenties. one of my primary reasons for seeking out alternative music was that i was trying to distance myself from fakery like that.
i have only one live waits album, nighthawks at the diner. he tells sub-vaudeville-level groaners throughout the show, his ego barely able to fit in the small bar where it was recorded, but his sycophantic fans eat him up anyway. one of the very few records i own that i consider so bad that i've gapped it out of my itunes playlist.
and the lyrics! feast your eyes upon this gem:
I have all of life's treasureswaits has reached right into the white fiery heart of the matter and extracted the gleaming hard truth! why, just the other day i was having a heated argument with someone, he said "i'm TELLING you, the BEST part of THIS house is the ROOF" and i was like "no WAY man, the BEST part of THIS residence right HERE is the DOORS" and then waits came on the radio and dang, he sure settled OUR hash! like, whoa. his poignant heartfelt song touched me deeply. i, for one, will never be the same.
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
now here's an old-timer group that's aging well: my life with the thrill kill kult. they've been around in one form or another since the mid-eighties and they've still got it. exploring the ragged intersection of sex and society and lust for twenty years.
and the samples! these upstart rapper-youngsters of today need to be taken to thrill kill kult SAMPLE SKULE! there is this one chyk, sampled heavily and often on thrill kill kult and meat beat manifesto records, who says things like "i live for drugs. it's great" while being interrogated by a bored old man who sounds like marlon brando asking questions like "turned on most of the time aren't you, on one thing or another" and my god it is hysterical. might be snippets from one of those florid anti-drug educational films from the seventies. i've made i-don't-know-how-many futile web searches looking for information about that girl, and in the process stumbled across this amazing popular music sample reference, but i've found nothing about the druggie chyk, alas.
so that's it, now i'm tapped out. sorry kids, i got nothin'. i am having an extr33m dry spell, with respect to livejournal-appropriate material. i've been to my cyber-cafe twice since my last entry, i sat there and answered an e-mail or two, wrote ten or twenty words on an idea that went nowhere, then packed up my powerbook and headed home. i want to be proud of every word i ever put in front of a reader, i'm not going to type just to hear my keyboard rattle. i guess i'm too far removed from you messy humans to know what to say to you right now.