RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,052
(blind activism sure has changed)
No one ever played the castanets
around me, and, in like manner,
I never did play them either. That
sort of music - equivalent to nothing
really - never interested me at all.
Sometime about 1968 or so, there
was some incredibly stupid radio
song I can recall - 'One Note Samba.'
What a jeky mess of an exercise that
was. I never liked that either. Tom
Jobim or someone. And any number
of quasi-singers, over the years,
have tried their hands at this too.
Voices. The worst I ever saw was
Ella Fitzgerald. I never liked
scat-singing either, found it
annoying and abhorrent. She
was someone known as a scat
singer, and made endless wrecks
of the song. If it was irony, well
maye, but it was pathetic. It
was foreshadowed, years before,
by an even worse mess called
'A Tisket, A Tasket,' that she
sang on a fake bus scene ride.
I guess before scat-singing got
her attention. But, anyway, you
can see both o them now, (yes,
we get to keep it all these days!)
and decide for yourself. And, as I
was saying, 'One Note Samba,' is
hit on the same note with some
stupid words, to a Samba beat,
but somehow, IF ironically, Ella
Fitzgerald scats it into 1,471
notes. The both of these, A Tisket,
and One Note Samba, I am sorry
to say, may be the stupidest
things American 'Pop' music, if
that's what it was (I do hope it
wasn't really meant to be jazz),
ever produced. But everyone
went along with it, I suppose,
and that one, foolish-looking,
woman went on to become like
an Ed Sullivan staple and a
darling American cross-over
cutie, singing her schlock
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These aren't general opinions,
or opinions kept by the regular
at-home crowd, I'd suppose. But
I never cared. New York City,
back then, was filled with all
sorts of one-off rarities, people
going here or there, and everyone
looking for a style. By 1968, the
whole world, entertainment
included, was n a fierce turmoil.
Cool, and estranged from itself
as well. The place was a mess.
You get weird people, like Andy
Williams, who was then married,
I think to some babe whom everyone
liked, name forgotten - a previous
wife of Romain Gary, who was a
somewhat noted author, back then.
His big book-hit was 'Ski Bum.'
I forget what happened, but nothing
turned out good, and she somehow
died. Claudine Longet, I seem to
recall, and some Sweded Sabitch
guy, a skier. Maybe not Romain
Gary at all, though that book title
is correct. I had heard of Romaine
Lettuce, but that was it. She was
supposed to have killed him, in
the 1970's I think. This is all hazy,
and not worth lookup, but it's
the kind of junk that the entertainment
media world like to jam into people's
head and faces. To keep them off-step,
jua a tad askew. You care about all
this, right?
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Not me. A newspaper is basically a
gossip sheet with various departments.
Even a news headline is written, not
for factual content, but to titillate or
draw you, the reader, in. That's harder
to do now, with all the options and
with a bared breast or what used to
be considered 'risque' content
everywhere and with no one caring.
Everything's been seen to death,
and the only ones who should care
now are 8-year-olds. One never hears
of anti-Semitism anymore, because
that supposed sander has been
ceased out of existence...but the
entire news-gossip industry, making
crap up out of whole cloth and spinning
opinion, is a tribal endeavor, and always
has been. From even the earliest days
of newspaper publishing-as-an-empire.
Ask any Ochs or Sulzberger you find.
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People get away with everything now
because it's disguised. A pariah group
can conceal itself and cover its identity
by spreading and fawning over distracting
and gossipy items in their newspapers
and thus successfully turn everyone's
attention away - into the drivel they
peddle to make their shekels. In fact,
if you don't go along with their mob
thought, you then are the latest pariah,
placed there by the supposed wandering
'outcasts' of biblical lore themselves.
What does it all add up to? Systematic
oppression. The manner by which that
unseen oppression is advanced is by
the endless distraction of the trite and
the disgusting and the negative. Newspaper
material, the endless hebe opinions pieces
ad flamboyant and misleading productions
of manufactured issues and crusades.
The loosened Al Sharptons of the world
playing up to the tightened Menachim
Begin types. It's been done so well that
'we' can't even discuss it, for the usual
death-fare of being called Anti-Semite,
etc. Code-words,
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The 1966-era world was still so very
intellectually primitive, in those terms
and on those issues, that when the
Six-Day War took place, the entire
western world went immediately
caterwauling in favor of Israeli
aggression and against the (oh so tired
and oh so 'not again') Islamic world
as if once agin it was the Middle Ages.
Crusading marauders? This time for
the Jewish world? Yes, time bends,
but it never changes the warp it holds
us in. One-voice, by the time, had
taken over the world, and off went
the newspapers, singing of it. And
NYC, right where I was, was the
capital of all that untold drivel too.
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Today's it's done in the streets; with
the ignorance of a fencepost taking
vocal claim. Back then it was done
in the newspapers and TV only.
Blind 'activism' sure has changed.
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