Dr Grinspoon or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bong
Catch mine and Hope’s film in it’s original state before I remove it from YouTube because I have to change the soundtrack because it’s not licensed.
I am actually sick to fucking death of human beings, their selfishness and their stupidity. As an “environmentalist” - which is a fucking ignoramus term for someone who cares about the fundamental reason for us existing; a climate capable of sustaining life - to have a discussion with people (a Father, a Mother, a Brother) who’s first response is to point out how (in today’s world of capitalism, consumerism and corporatocracy) I do not have a completely empty carbon footprint is fucking infuriating.
As someone against driving non-electric cars, to criticise me for using a train is pure unadulterated stupidity. We’re not in the fucking early 1900s; ye olde railroad doesn’t run on steam engines anymore. The trains run on electricity. But Levi, “electricity is generated by oil”. Correct, but there are effective methods of clean, renewable energy that can’t be used as an excuse to start a war for a non-renewable fuel for a country (run by the corporations) to make a fuck-tonne of worthless paper off. That’s money.
So Levi, “why don’t you fight the oil companies?” “Why don’t you fight the car companies?” “People have bought cars for years, let people do what people want to do.” I, as one man, cannot change how electricity is generated if even a global environmental group such as Greenpeace can’t. So we should all just sit there and accept our fate, never discuss, never challenge and never criticise the choices of other people however destructive they may be so people can do the things they’ve always done because they always have and always will continue to do them?
Wrong (obviously; are you a fucking stupid cunt?) A revolution began with one man who found like-minded individuals who swayed the opinions of other individuals who eventually overturned the injustice in their lives to make everything better for everyone. Any human being with the motivation to see change in the world has the ability to change how other people think, so why the fuck do I even need to stop BMW selling their diesel guzzling, Earth destroying SUVs? How the fuck would I, as one man, even do that?
Well I wouldn’t. I, in theory, would show human beings – who all have the capacity for critical thinking – the errors of their ways. Except the conclusion I reach is the grim and unshakeable reality of Earthly, or Galactic, or even Universal truth; the mass of men are fucking stupid. They cannot critically think, therefore they cannot understand and therefore they cannot be swayed.
They cannot critically think. They cannot understand.
“There are more important things in the world than saving the ozone layer or carbon footprints or whatever it is, like curing diseases like cancer and alzheimers.”
“There are more important things in the world than ensuring the survival of the planet so one day we can cure disease and continue to live in a habitable environment like curing disease and then all dying because we can no longer survive in the environment that we created. Let’s forget about ensuring the survival of the millions of other species of animals that coexist on this planet.”
They cannot be swayed.
“I will be dead way before the Earth destroys humanity.”
“I will be dead way before the Earth destroys humanity. I do not care about my children, my children’s children or my children’s children’s children. I will not take responsibility for my actions. I will not empathise. I cannot sympathise. I will only care for and love my self.”
A lot of people like to think/act like they would’ve helped someone to not kill themselves after it happens. However my overwhelming experience suggests that a lot of people are all too happy to ignore, or even mock, the warning signs and cries for help.
There are few certanties in art because of subjectivity but if you think Nymphomaniac is a bad film you are definitely stupid, have no moral standards and have no capacity for empathy. There are some very important messages on social morality and human empathy making it that if your only response is ‘this film sucked’ then you fall into at least one category above.
April fool’s day is just a day that the internet pisses me off more than usual by - on top of it’s regular stupidity - being not funny.
As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.
One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”
Pure unadulterated genius.