I'm sorry *he lied, laughing into his silk handkerchief* but Beers, Steers and Queers is funny. It's a song, a very good song, it's funny, and any band with a name like 'The Revolting Cocks' gets a listening to from El Goth just out of plain curiosity. Bugger me backwards with a pitchfork (phrase, not a suggestion) if it didn't turn out to be damn good. I listened, reminisced, thought about when I first heard the track and what I was doing at the time - ROFL.
El Goth is a huge fan of music, not in a huge, I'm a fat bastard sort of way, but in a huge, it's my main hobby, past-time, love sort of way. So I got introduced to this 'side project' of The Ministry. (Note to Benny: this did NOT happen yesterday, but about 15 years ago). It samples phrases from Deliverance, has a kick-ass beat, and generally rocks. Anyone who can also have a side project called '1000 Homo DJ's' in this cotton woolled, politically incorrect, fucked up society deserves respect.
So why bring it up now? Because it wriggled it's way into my ears via my muppet-3, which is set to "random", yesterday. Wonderful thing technology. You can revisit music you'd forgotten about without squatting on the floor, pissed/stoned as a fart, at someone elses house at 3am going through their record collection. "oooo, you actually listen to Genesis dude - aren't they all dead or something?". Then, 5 minutes later say something along the lines of "NO FUCKING WAY" as you discover some gem lodged in between the Wishbone Ash or Rush shite.
Oh the good old days *sighs in a nostalgic but slightly wistful way*.
Retrospectingly (big word which roughly translates to arse about face) I started to worry about the state of music - the manufactured corporate bullshit that was being forced upon me, when suddenly I realised I was just looking where "they" told me to. Quick 'about turn', off to the record store and shifty delve into the section "they" didn't want me to hear. HOORAY. The "suits" were not winning the war after all - music still rocked. To quote My Chemical Romance - "No, you're never gonna get me". I was reborn - a born again rock-head.
Music is my elixir, my eternal spring of youth. It's an endless source of inspiration in times of desperation. I could cite so many examples of where it has helped me - e.g. from being hugely depressed and listening to The Cure's 'Prayers for Rain' and thinking "Fucking hell, he's even sadder than I am" and immediately feeling better about myself. Getting busted by the Gestapo...sorry, Gendarme in France whilst listening to Rage Against the Machine shout 'Fuck you I won't do what you tell me' thinking "ha, listen to that if you can motherfucker". Being curled up in a foetal position in the dark listening to REM's 'Perfect Circle' after being scarred in a relationship to hearing the opening riff of AC/DC's 'Back in Black' before departing on another Fridays - Highway to Hell.
I don't give a badger's scrotum as to what you listen to, but DO NOT take in the crap that is forced upon you. To paraphrase another favourite band of mine, Public Enemy - 'Don't Believe The Shite'. If you seek, you shall find - or some other pontificating bollocks. The point being, the music is there. It lives, it breathes, it fucking rocks. If you don't believe me....I don't care. "A pox upon you Sir".
I will leave you with a quote from the Revolting Cocks - "Come on city-slicker, squeal like a pig" *shudders at the very thought*