Iron Man

I saw Iron Man opening day as any red blooded American should have. It is a damn amazing movie. But I am seeing it again tomorrow with my father because he has yet to see it, and it is totally worth seeing twice. So tonight he took out an Amazing Tales of Suspense with one of the original Iron Man in it. It wasn't the first but definitely one of the first, just reading an old comic like that was amazing. The ads alone were so awesome in their retro old fashion way, all the science kits you could get, monkeys, trapesing sea horse, hypnotism, little stories. Earlier today though, I went to Newbury Comics for the third time this week. They didn't have Civil War which was my main reason for going there, so I picked up Punisher Max instead. Pretty good. Shit gets fucked. So I asked my favorite staff member a.k.a. lady I've talked to the last two times I've been, if she had any good recommendations for summer music, something along the lines of The Fratellis (New Album June 10th) or The Who. So she recommended Foxboro Hot Tubs and got a store own copy for me to listen to on a CD player they have for that purpose which I did not know until today. It was real good so I got it, it's Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day with some other folks. I need to find out that clerks name cuz she is real cool. Anyways here is an awesome Jazz cover of Iron Man (Black Sabbath) and some Foxboro Hot Tubs. If you like these artists, please buy their stuff. They need money, this is America.

The Bad Plus - Iron Man

Foxboro Hot Tubs - Mother Mary M4a

Another sleepless night on the dawn of something new yet old

Nearly 3 Am and I'm still awake. What a surprise. I need to get regular sleep schedule soon because I leave for work in just over 2 weeks, and once there I'll need to be up at 630-7 every morning to deal with the little buggers. Anyways, I'm really looking forward to it. The place forces me to be raw. like. Real me vs. world, shows me how I am with working. Yes I am with friends (hopefully. big turn over year but I highly doubt Doug hires a bunch of buttclowns) so it's something to look forward to. Because living at home doesn't do much for me, not many friends hereleft because of the life I've lead while I was in this place so I stay in bed, with my movies online, comic books, and occasionally food. Food needs to increase because I somehow have lost weight. Me. Weight gone. Thought impossible, apparently not. But I don't want to rush out of here for camp, nor do I truly wish I was back at school because I am here. Home. It still is home as much as it has changed on me. And I am one of those fools who believes in purpose and reason. So I'm not rushing to leave though I do welcome it. In the words of Dawson, from the great movie, especially for summer, Dazed and Confused: Well, all I'm saying is that I want to look back and say that I did I the best I could while I was stuck in this place. Had as much fun as I could while I was stuck in this place. Played as hard as I could while I was stuck in this place... Dogged as many girls as I could while I was stuck in this place. 

Not that I'm playing ball here. Or Dogging girls. Which I have shamefully done in the past.

Anyways, to prove my point and spread this amazing song that is hard to find here is an epic song to listen to for all occasions, except dancing or like rocking out. Well, yes to rocking out just...by yourself in that goofy cathardic way. not Jam fest with your bros in upsidedown visors with prefrayed brims and crap.

Athlete- Vehicles and Animals Mp3

Why am I hating on the different?

Warning: Not to be taken too seriously, I'm an angry arse (alliteration!) and just have a lot to say. I don't stand by most of it, just thoughts.

I'm not racist I just hate race. As long as people make race an issue, it's an issue. Like Asians? Yeah, Americans are racist towards Asians, but those issues get resolved and not turned into some hyped up media bullshit on years of oppression and times that no one alive was part of let alone responsible for. I hate how on shit like the SATs you gotta surrender your entire identity (heh due to a typo I realized titty is in identity) ((please excuse my childish comments my mind lives in the gutter)) to where your ancestors are from. Fuck your ancestors, not really of course incestual necrophilia is bad....really gross. Anyways yeah, damn statistics are effecting how people are viewed? It should be left up to the individuals merit to determine how someone is treated. You want respect? Regardless of melanin levels you should work your ass off to deserve it. This coming from a lazy wasteful fuck but I don't care, I'm glad with what I have and done, yeah I'm not proud of it all but I've worked to get here and like it, even with the regret. So. Point is. Fuck Communism. People shouldn't all be the same. Fuck Capitalism, I still see green shirts on sale because of St. Patricks Day Capitalist Pricks desperate to make a buck off my people. I'm fuckin Irish American and it pisses me off. (Please pick up on the subtleties here. Please. It's fucking ironic) But Capitalism looks good on paper. Anyways yeah, to give my respect to the Soviet Comrades here is something from the Red Army Choir that is very talented.  Please be reminded that this blog as all others should be, is to spread lesser heard music, not for pure enjoyment. Buy the albums if you want more of an artist, if I post it, it's worth buying unless I say otherwise.

Red Army Choir - Ochi Chernye

Getting up and running

So this blog doesn't die out fast which would deprive countless thousands of orphans of good music to pirate on their laptops, I am going to be adding as many entries as I can to keep this kickin'. That and the fact that two weeks from now, work will severely limit if not make this blog comatose. I will be in the wilderness with little internet connection. But this song sums up what I want to happen:

01Don_tYou_ForgetAboutMe_.mp3

Racist Emu Pi, A Blog is Born.

01JaanPehechaanHo.mp3 

I've been meaning to make a music blog for a while but didn't know how. The other day whilst talking to my friend Liz, she recommended I do it, with nothing better to do, I poked around the internet and finally got it up and running. It took quite a bit o' tinkerin' but here it is, Racist Emu Pi, which has a hidden meaning, I wonder if Ghost world has a meaning, which is the movie that the above song is in. Great, sad, movie with Thora Birch, Steve Buscemi and Scarlett Johansson. I recommend it to everyone. Enjoy this older rock style Indian song. As the grand opening of Racist Emu Pi!