While thumbing through my Washington State voter's pamphlet yesterday, I came across a candidate for the office of U.S. Senate named "GoodSpaceGuy." Seriously, that's it - he's had his name legally changed to "GoodSpaceGuy." Upon reading his bio, he mentions some of his qualifications; "Nonsmoking, nondrinking, prosperous, healthy Goodspaceguy."
Goodspaceguy looking like some type of child molesting high school principal
Oh, but it gets better. Basically he's campaigning on an agenda that we should be colonizing space, creating orbiting space stations around Earth, the moon and Mars. I thought a little about this, and he's got a very good point - instead of wasting billions of dollars in the Middle East fighting skirmishes we shouldn't have been involved in in the first place, we could be increasing NASA's funding and seeing if orbital colonization is a viable option.
Goodspaceguy is also a huge advocate of employment and job creation, especially for the homeless. He wants homeless people to work in state parks and in the library for minimum wage - it would allow libraries to be open more hours. HA!
More importantly, Goodpsaceguy is absolutely bat shit crazy, and I love him for that. I also love that in our country literally ANYONE can run for public office.
"Mike The Mover" looking like a stoned sheep herder
There's another guy named "Mike The Mover" running for the same seat as Goodspaceguy. Mike The Mover's rambling statement in the pamphlet included references to Wall Street executives vacationing at "Disney World & White Sulfur Springs." He also talks about Americans wasting money on "boob jobs."
Goodspaceguy's rambling, barely coherent closing statements in an interview on PBS.
Jesus Christ, can we please set up a debate between these two guys?
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Me and My Advisor: Episode II: Return of The Teacher
The following short story is very loosely based on true events relayed to me by a close friend. This piece serves as the sequel to the original written about a year ago. I was so excited and inspired upon hearing this tale I had no choice but to imagine the events of the evening written in a format that could be submitted to Penthouse Forum. Enjoy.
Ever since my hot and wild encounter last Summer with my adviser "Brian," I've often thought of our night of wild and passionate sex. I'll often see him around the Western campus and flash him a sly, knowing smile which he returns. You see, with his status as a tenured professor and me being a student our sexual relations would be greatly frowned upon, and possibly be grounds for his termination. I had given up hope of more raw, nasty sex when I happened to see Brian in the quad one day. He came up to me and put a note in my hand, pretending to shake it. "You looking for some more deep dick action? Call me tonight," it read.
I arrived at Brian's around 7. During our brief phone conversation, he informed me that his kids were visiting and he wanted to cook some chicken fettuccine and have a low key evening at home. As it was not really alright for us to be seen in public together, dinner at his place sounded perfect.
I had brought a bottle of wine, and because I was slightly nervous ended up drinking most of the bottle myself while we sat and casually chatted and ate. After dinner we cleaned up and retired to the den where we watched "Shrek 2" with Brian's two little girls, Rose and Sierra. At this point it was about nine, and Brian said, "looks like it's about time for you girls to hit the sack." After a little complaining and whining we tucked the girls in and returned to the den. We chatted and caught up while drinking more wine and listening to some classical music. It was Mozart, I think.
"You know Joanna I've thought a lot about you ever since we had that one fuck fest," Brian said. I smiled and blushed, feeling the area between my legs beginning to get moist. "No one has to know about this, and the fact that it's forbidden makes it that much more appealing in my eyes," he continued. His hand gently began stroking my inner thigh while I stared longingly into my eyes. "I want you so fucking bad," he exclaimed. "What about your kids?," I replied. I don't want to wake them up." "They can sleep through anything, don't worry," he said in a reassuring tone.
I couldn't take it anymore. I was helpless to his advances. Brian leaned in and begin lightly kissing my neck, all the while slowly inching his hand up to my eager beaver. He quickly pulled my t-shirt off and unhooked my bra. "Suck on my nipples," I pleaded. Brian obliged and gently teased my hard nips with flicks of his tongue. I leaned down and opened his fly, pulling out his hard throbbing member. As you may remember from last time, blow jobs are my specialty, and my mouth worked his cock like I was a desperate whore. "Bend me over this couch and fuck my little pussy," I heavily panted, temporarily forgetting the sleeping children. Brian didn't hesitate one second, yanking my short Summer skirt up and hastily pulling aside my cute blue thong. His dick entered me and I let out a cry. "Oh god yeah, that feels good. Stretch out my little pussy," I said. He started out slow, then worked up to a frantic pace, pummeling my twat as I fought the urge to scream.
Suddenly, Brian had one thrust that was a little too hard, and managed to knock me over the back of the couch. I fell into a heap, too caught up in the moment to feel any type of pain. I lay on my back for only a second before Brian literally jumped over the couch, landed on top of me and re-entered his dick, all in one swift motion. I couldn't take any more, and yelled out, "god. . .yeah. . .fuck me. . .I'm gonna cum!!!" Brian slammed my eager hole with reckless abandon as I felt my whole body shudder with orgasm. I had completely forgotten about the sleeping children at this point and was making a deep, howling sound like a wolf. "Oh fuck yeah, I'm going to cum too," Brian blurted out. He pulled out of my wet snatch and let his seed spray all over my face. It tasted deliciously salty, and felt so warm and good.
I looked at Brian, smiled and said "I think I really want to earn more extra credit. . .maybe we can work on a project together weekly." "Well you've certainly earned high marks on this 'research project'," he replied. We both giggled and embraced, exhausted from the rough living room romp.
Ever since my hot and wild encounter last Summer with my adviser "Brian," I've often thought of our night of wild and passionate sex. I'll often see him around the Western campus and flash him a sly, knowing smile which he returns. You see, with his status as a tenured professor and me being a student our sexual relations would be greatly frowned upon, and possibly be grounds for his termination. I had given up hope of more raw, nasty sex when I happened to see Brian in the quad one day. He came up to me and put a note in my hand, pretending to shake it. "You looking for some more deep dick action? Call me tonight," it read.
I arrived at Brian's around 7. During our brief phone conversation, he informed me that his kids were visiting and he wanted to cook some chicken fettuccine and have a low key evening at home. As it was not really alright for us to be seen in public together, dinner at his place sounded perfect.
I had brought a bottle of wine, and because I was slightly nervous ended up drinking most of the bottle myself while we sat and casually chatted and ate. After dinner we cleaned up and retired to the den where we watched "Shrek 2" with Brian's two little girls, Rose and Sierra. At this point it was about nine, and Brian said, "looks like it's about time for you girls to hit the sack." After a little complaining and whining we tucked the girls in and returned to the den. We chatted and caught up while drinking more wine and listening to some classical music. It was Mozart, I think.
"You know Joanna I've thought a lot about you ever since we had that one fuck fest," Brian said. I smiled and blushed, feeling the area between my legs beginning to get moist. "No one has to know about this, and the fact that it's forbidden makes it that much more appealing in my eyes," he continued. His hand gently began stroking my inner thigh while I stared longingly into my eyes. "I want you so fucking bad," he exclaimed. "What about your kids?," I replied. I don't want to wake them up." "They can sleep through anything, don't worry," he said in a reassuring tone.
I couldn't take it anymore. I was helpless to his advances. Brian leaned in and begin lightly kissing my neck, all the while slowly inching his hand up to my eager beaver. He quickly pulled my t-shirt off and unhooked my bra. "Suck on my nipples," I pleaded. Brian obliged and gently teased my hard nips with flicks of his tongue. I leaned down and opened his fly, pulling out his hard throbbing member. As you may remember from last time, blow jobs are my specialty, and my mouth worked his cock like I was a desperate whore. "Bend me over this couch and fuck my little pussy," I heavily panted, temporarily forgetting the sleeping children. Brian didn't hesitate one second, yanking my short Summer skirt up and hastily pulling aside my cute blue thong. His dick entered me and I let out a cry. "Oh god yeah, that feels good. Stretch out my little pussy," I said. He started out slow, then worked up to a frantic pace, pummeling my twat as I fought the urge to scream.
Suddenly, Brian had one thrust that was a little too hard, and managed to knock me over the back of the couch. I fell into a heap, too caught up in the moment to feel any type of pain. I lay on my back for only a second before Brian literally jumped over the couch, landed on top of me and re-entered his dick, all in one swift motion. I couldn't take any more, and yelled out, "god. . .yeah. . .fuck me. . .I'm gonna cum!!!" Brian slammed my eager hole with reckless abandon as I felt my whole body shudder with orgasm. I had completely forgotten about the sleeping children at this point and was making a deep, howling sound like a wolf. "Oh fuck yeah, I'm going to cum too," Brian blurted out. He pulled out of my wet snatch and let his seed spray all over my face. It tasted deliciously salty, and felt so warm and good.
I looked at Brian, smiled and said "I think I really want to earn more extra credit. . .maybe we can work on a project together weekly." "Well you've certainly earned high marks on this 'research project'," he replied. We both giggled and embraced, exhausted from the rough living room romp.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Goat Yelling In English!
Man, I didn't know Goats knew how to speak English, man! It sounds like he's yelling "Mom, Mom, Mom!" If this was my goat I would teach him to scream "Fuck me in the goat ass! Arrrggggghhhhhh!"
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Engrish is Funny!
Today at work I received an "auto response" e-mail from a coworker that is on vacation and happens to be of the Asian persuasion. The e-mail read:
"Min take vacation until April 23 Re: delivery attempt"
I love when Asian interpretation of English is just slightly off like this. I often go shopping at "HT Market" near my house, which caters to a lot of Asian and "ethnic" groceries. Same thing there, the instructions on imported products will be in English, but totally incorrect.
There's also a great site that features exclusively fucked up Asian-English translations called Engrish Funny. I don't know what do you think, is this better than Accidental Dong?
Monday, July 26, 2010
Jack White Needs Some Sun
At the risk of turning into "Perez Hilton," I thought it would be fun to make fun of celebrities on my blog from time to time. I saw The Dead Weather on Sunday at The Capitol Hill Block Party and couldn't help but notice how pale Jack White is. Jesus, what's wrong with him? Is he shooting drugs? Afraid of the sun? He looks like a cross between Edward Scissorhands and Michael Jackson. His music is pretty excellent, though. It was cool to see him drumming in The Dead Weather.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
That Baby's Gonna Blow. . .Take Cover
I stumbled upon this "car artwork" this weekend while walking around on Seattle's beautiful waterfront. It was funny to me that there were so many tourists passing by, with families, older folks, etc. I'd like to meet the person who did this drawing. I like to think that it was a random fella that goes around drawing dicks on cars all over town. Hell, maybe it's the kid from the movie Superbad. HA!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Double Rainbow Ecstasy
By now, I expect a good number of you have already seen this "viral clip." When I first saw this early last week it had something like 300,000 views on YouTube. As I am posting this 6 days later it has almost 3.5 million views. Holy shit!
"It's so bright! Oh my God, it's so bright and vivid! It's so beautiful! What does this mean?"
What can I say though? I absolutely love this. I like how he is genuinely moved by the beauty of the rainbow. The last time I became this emotional was when I saw "Hot Tub Time Machine" in the theater. Boo yah!
World's Best Designated Driver
81 Days From Now
Sonic Youth at The Fillmore in January. I took this photo!
Pavement at Sasquatch! Festival the last weekend of May. I took this photo!
It's only been six months since I've seen Sonic Youth and less than two months since I saw Pavement, but I am counting down the days until I head to Vegas. For those of you keeping track (and I think that only includes me, and maybe Bagel), there are exactly 81 days until I will be living out my rock and roll fantasies.
The Ben Allen & Max Rebo Experience
I'm looking to start a new band with Max Rebo. You may remember him as the leader of the “alien pop music band” that performed exclusively in-house for crime lord Jabba the Hutt. You know, the blue elephant guy.
If you have any contact information for him, or know his manager, please let me know know ASAP.
The Vague Prophets Circa 2007
I just found this photo of the original incarnation of The Vague Prophets circa 2007. I still get very saddened and nostalgic whenever I come across photos of Nick. The two year anniversary of his death was May 4th. I miss the guy in a big way. He was my roommate, band mate and one of my best friends. Love ya, buddy!
This is the tribute video I made for Nick's wake. It features photos covering his whole life, but focusing on the time I knew him in Seattle. The music is all by The Vague Prophets.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Matador Turns 21 in Vegas!
In some major HOLY FUCK news, I bought 1 of only 2100 tickets available for this music extravaganza the first weekend of October. I was sold on Sonic Youth, Pavement and Guided By Voices on the same bill, so the fact that Belle & Sebastian, Yo La Tengo, Cat Power, Girls, Fucked Up and Harlem are all playing is just a mind-fuckingly awesome bonus! I don't have a flight or hotel booked yet, but my friends Jensen, Michelle and Bagel all got tickets as well so I won't be "lonely."
This three day weekend of performances showcases some of the best talent from Matador Records and their 21 year history. It is exceptionally notable for being the first Guided By Voices show since they "broke up" back in 2004. Holy fuck.
Jason Hartley Interview
***PLEASE NOTE - This is an unedited version of an article/interview that will be featured in several different publications both physical and online. As I have had this finished for about two weeks now, I couldn't stand "sitting on it" and longer, and wanted to "get it out there" for someone to read. I would really appreciate any and all feedback. Thanks.***
Interview with Jason Hartley
Have you ever wondered how Lou Reed could release a double album of nothing but guitar noise and feedback and expect it to advance his career? What the hell Bob Dylan was thinking doing a television spot for Victoria's Secret? What would motivate Brian Wilson to release a rap song entitled “Smart Girls” in the late 80’s? Your immediate reaction may be something along the lines of "most artists occasionally create work that sucks, and don't always make the best decisions." I too, felt this way for many years.
Now, what would you say if you discovered a theory that would allow you to appreciate all work by your favorite artists? Twenty years ago Jason Hartley did just that. In 1990, he and his friend Britt developed The Theory while dining at a Pizza Hut. Although he has been writing and talking about The Theory for years, he gained an increased level of exposure when Chuck Klosterman published an article attempting to explain The Theory in Esquire Magazine in 2004.
Recently, Simon & Schuster published Hartley's first book, “The Advanced Genius Theory: Are They Out of Their Minds or Ahead of Their Time?” I spoke with Hartley to help explain further what all this means and if The Theory is for real.
Jason with his child
Ben Allen: See if you can explain Advancement Theory in 30 words or less. Go.
Jason Hartley: There are certain artists who are so good for so long that it is foolish to dismiss them, no matter how out of touch, ridiculous, or crazy they may seem.
BA: That was exactly 30 words, nice work!
JH: I’ve been talking about it for almost 20 years, so I’ve had a lot of practice.
BA: Don't you think it's possible that even geniuses create sub par work on occasion? What about when they retrospectively declare their previous efforts as "garbage?"
JH: First of all, never trust a genius, especially an Advanced Genius, when they talk about themselves. Not only do they lie all the time, they also are judging their work from their own Advanced perspective. That’s why they talk disparagingly about their work (except for their latest work, which they inevitably describe as the best they’ve ever done).
Answering the first half of your question second, it is possible for geniuses to create sub par work. But “sub par work” by Advanced Geniuses is more interesting than other artists’ well-received output. Of course the trick is identifying when an Advanced Artist does actual sub par work because we are so behind them in terms of our ability to understand them. Ten years ago, no one would have argued with you if you said that Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music was worthless, but now people are starting to get the hang of what he was doing. So maybe the Advanced never do sub par work. I guess the point is that I don’t think many of us are in position to judge.
BA: What is it about sunglasses, mullets and leather that the Advanced find so appealing?
JH: Very good question; there is definitely something mystical about that combination. Unfortunately I am not Advanced, so I just see these as outdated symbols of rebellion.
BA: So you’re saying it’s impossible for “normal people” to understand an advanced artist’s sense of style?
JH: I guess I am saying that, yes. It might be more accurate to say that we don't understand the "why" of their style.
BA: Tell us what it means to be "overt." Who are some of the most overt artists of all time?
JH: Overt, in its original sense, meant simply that someone is obviously trying to be weird. Think green Mohawk. An Overt artist is someone whose intentions are easily understood. For instance, artists who depend on shock value are extremely Overt because shocking people takes very little imagination. Marilyn Manson is a great example of a purely Overt artist. The stuff he did to shock people back in the day now seems quaint, but if you look at, say, Andy Warhol’s soup cans, they are still shocking. (Even when the Advanced are Overt, they’re still pretty Advanced.) So Manson was just trying to be weird, while Warhol was actually being weird.
But remember that the Advanced go through an Overt phase. Lou Reed was very Overt when he was in The Velvet Underground. Radiohead is still Overt, but they’ve made great albums. Overt isn’t bad, it’s just obvious. Sometimes obvious is wonderful.
BA: What kind of album would Radiohead need to release in order to Advance?
JH: If I can predict it, then it’s not Advanced. And, of course, they would have to break up because a band can’t Advance.
BA: Does anyone who creates art have the potential to Advance, or is it just something they're born with?
JH: Pretty sure you’re born with it, but I’ll say that any genius who is innovative, makes great art for 15 years, enrages their core audience, and maybe wears a leather jacket on top of it all has the potential. But the thing to remember is that you must, must, must do incredible work for a long time to be considered.
BA: I've encountered a lot of resistance and even hostility while trying to explain The Theory to others. How do you respond to these folks? What is it about the theory that is so upsetting?
JH: A few reasons. Some people feel like I’m making a mockery of good taste (which I sort of am). Others think that I’m devaluing their favorite artists’ good work by celebrating the “bad stuff.” People don’t like to be told that they’re wrong or that someone is smarter than they are (I’m not smarter, the Advanced are). I think, though, that a part of it, perhaps a large part of it, is that people sense that there is more truth to it than they’d like to admit. It’s like when you’re writing a novel, and you’re 250 pages in, and someone gives you a valid comment that forces you to go back and basically rewrite the whole thing. The book is better, but you still hate the guy for a while.
BA: Isn’t a little pretentious to explain music being brilliant just because the general public isn’t smart enough to understand it?
JH: Only slightly less pretentious than dismissing an album by Bob Dylan.
BA: You're in a room alone with Lou Reed. He's strumming a tiny, headless electric guitar, wearing impenetrably dark glasses, and a skin tight leather jacket. What do you say to him?
JH: What is the best doo-wop group you’ve ever heard, and is it possible to find that group’s record anywhere?
BA: Really? That’s it? You’ve got the opportunity to pick arguably the most Advanced human on Earth’s brain and all you want to ask him about is doo-wop groups?
JH: It’s the only thing I can think of that might generate an honest (and not hostile) response. Plus, I don’t know much about doo-wop.
The cover of the book
BA: How has the response been to your book? Are you finding there's many new converts to The Theory?
JH: Response has been almost universally positive, though I got some funny negative comments when I did a piece for the New York Times book blog. My favorite is “One word for this ‘theory’: retarded.” Another commenter wrote that is obvious that I’m not a musician, even though I’ve been a musician for about 25 years. But those are exceptions. Usually people embrace The Theory because it is about embracing things rather than rejecting them, which is sort of rare. (Notice I don’t say “these days” because it has always been that way). The thing is that all of us secretly enjoy things that violate our own personal aesthetic—guilty pleasures—and though secrets are fun to have, it’s also nice to unburden yourself and declare for all to hear that “Take Me Home” by Phil Collins makes you feel like crying because it is so beautiful.
BA: How sincere are you about all of this? Is there a certain element of humor inherent with The Theory? How can you honestly say you appreciate Sting’s late career smooth jazz phase?
JH: I don’t say that. I say that it’s possible to appreciate it, but I haven’t gotten there yet. But I’m 100% sincere, even when I’m joking.
BA: Once an artist has become Advanced, is it possible for them to create "overt" works of art?
JH: No, though it appears Overt. The reason it isn’t Overt is because you don’t know why they are doing something Overt because they are Advanced. It may SEEM like you know—often people will say that they are trying to appeal to a younger audience or have “returned to form”—but they always end up surprising you with their next move.
BA: Who is the most Advanced Star Wars character?
JH: Obi Wan. Rebellious Jedi, recluse, reunites with the son of his old friend (like Led Zeppelin playing with Jason Bonham), lets himself be killed by Darth Vader making us think, “No!” and turning out to be right the end. What’d you think, Jar-Jar?
BA: Nah, George Lucas including Jar Jar in Phantom Menace was an Advanced move on his part, but the actual character seems Overt. What about Chewbacca?
JH: Exactly what I was thinking. As for Chewbacca, I’m going to have to say no because he’s just a sideman. Max Rebo is the real deal, though. *
*For those of us who are not complete nerds, or editors of Savage Henry Magazine, I did a little research and discovered that “Max Rebo” was the leader of the “alien pop music band” that performed exclusively in-house for crime lord Jabba the Hutt. You know, the blue elephant guy.
“The Advanced Genius Theory: Are They Out of Their Minds or Ahead of Their Time?” by Jason Hartley was first published in May 2010, and is now available at all major book outlets.
Interview with Jason Hartley
Have you ever wondered how Lou Reed could release a double album of nothing but guitar noise and feedback and expect it to advance his career? What the hell Bob Dylan was thinking doing a television spot for Victoria's Secret? What would motivate Brian Wilson to release a rap song entitled “Smart Girls” in the late 80’s? Your immediate reaction may be something along the lines of "most artists occasionally create work that sucks, and don't always make the best decisions." I too, felt this way for many years.
Now, what would you say if you discovered a theory that would allow you to appreciate all work by your favorite artists? Twenty years ago Jason Hartley did just that. In 1990, he and his friend Britt developed The Theory while dining at a Pizza Hut. Although he has been writing and talking about The Theory for years, he gained an increased level of exposure when Chuck Klosterman published an article attempting to explain The Theory in Esquire Magazine in 2004.
Recently, Simon & Schuster published Hartley's first book, “The Advanced Genius Theory: Are They Out of Their Minds or Ahead of Their Time?” I spoke with Hartley to help explain further what all this means and if The Theory is for real.
Jason with his child
Ben Allen: See if you can explain Advancement Theory in 30 words or less. Go.
Jason Hartley: There are certain artists who are so good for so long that it is foolish to dismiss them, no matter how out of touch, ridiculous, or crazy they may seem.
BA: That was exactly 30 words, nice work!
JH: I’ve been talking about it for almost 20 years, so I’ve had a lot of practice.
BA: Don't you think it's possible that even geniuses create sub par work on occasion? What about when they retrospectively declare their previous efforts as "garbage?"
JH: First of all, never trust a genius, especially an Advanced Genius, when they talk about themselves. Not only do they lie all the time, they also are judging their work from their own Advanced perspective. That’s why they talk disparagingly about their work (except for their latest work, which they inevitably describe as the best they’ve ever done).
Answering the first half of your question second, it is possible for geniuses to create sub par work. But “sub par work” by Advanced Geniuses is more interesting than other artists’ well-received output. Of course the trick is identifying when an Advanced Artist does actual sub par work because we are so behind them in terms of our ability to understand them. Ten years ago, no one would have argued with you if you said that Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music was worthless, but now people are starting to get the hang of what he was doing. So maybe the Advanced never do sub par work. I guess the point is that I don’t think many of us are in position to judge.
BA: What is it about sunglasses, mullets and leather that the Advanced find so appealing?
JH: Very good question; there is definitely something mystical about that combination. Unfortunately I am not Advanced, so I just see these as outdated symbols of rebellion.
BA: So you’re saying it’s impossible for “normal people” to understand an advanced artist’s sense of style?
JH: I guess I am saying that, yes. It might be more accurate to say that we don't understand the "why" of their style.
BA: Tell us what it means to be "overt." Who are some of the most overt artists of all time?
JH: Overt, in its original sense, meant simply that someone is obviously trying to be weird. Think green Mohawk. An Overt artist is someone whose intentions are easily understood. For instance, artists who depend on shock value are extremely Overt because shocking people takes very little imagination. Marilyn Manson is a great example of a purely Overt artist. The stuff he did to shock people back in the day now seems quaint, but if you look at, say, Andy Warhol’s soup cans, they are still shocking. (Even when the Advanced are Overt, they’re still pretty Advanced.) So Manson was just trying to be weird, while Warhol was actually being weird.
But remember that the Advanced go through an Overt phase. Lou Reed was very Overt when he was in The Velvet Underground. Radiohead is still Overt, but they’ve made great albums. Overt isn’t bad, it’s just obvious. Sometimes obvious is wonderful.
BA: What kind of album would Radiohead need to release in order to Advance?
JH: If I can predict it, then it’s not Advanced. And, of course, they would have to break up because a band can’t Advance.
BA: Does anyone who creates art have the potential to Advance, or is it just something they're born with?
JH: Pretty sure you’re born with it, but I’ll say that any genius who is innovative, makes great art for 15 years, enrages their core audience, and maybe wears a leather jacket on top of it all has the potential. But the thing to remember is that you must, must, must do incredible work for a long time to be considered.
BA: I've encountered a lot of resistance and even hostility while trying to explain The Theory to others. How do you respond to these folks? What is it about the theory that is so upsetting?
JH: A few reasons. Some people feel like I’m making a mockery of good taste (which I sort of am). Others think that I’m devaluing their favorite artists’ good work by celebrating the “bad stuff.” People don’t like to be told that they’re wrong or that someone is smarter than they are (I’m not smarter, the Advanced are). I think, though, that a part of it, perhaps a large part of it, is that people sense that there is more truth to it than they’d like to admit. It’s like when you’re writing a novel, and you’re 250 pages in, and someone gives you a valid comment that forces you to go back and basically rewrite the whole thing. The book is better, but you still hate the guy for a while.
BA: Isn’t a little pretentious to explain music being brilliant just because the general public isn’t smart enough to understand it?
JH: Only slightly less pretentious than dismissing an album by Bob Dylan.
BA: You're in a room alone with Lou Reed. He's strumming a tiny, headless electric guitar, wearing impenetrably dark glasses, and a skin tight leather jacket. What do you say to him?
JH: What is the best doo-wop group you’ve ever heard, and is it possible to find that group’s record anywhere?
BA: Really? That’s it? You’ve got the opportunity to pick arguably the most Advanced human on Earth’s brain and all you want to ask him about is doo-wop groups?
JH: It’s the only thing I can think of that might generate an honest (and not hostile) response. Plus, I don’t know much about doo-wop.
The cover of the book
BA: How has the response been to your book? Are you finding there's many new converts to The Theory?
JH: Response has been almost universally positive, though I got some funny negative comments when I did a piece for the New York Times book blog. My favorite is “One word for this ‘theory’: retarded.” Another commenter wrote that is obvious that I’m not a musician, even though I’ve been a musician for about 25 years. But those are exceptions. Usually people embrace The Theory because it is about embracing things rather than rejecting them, which is sort of rare. (Notice I don’t say “these days” because it has always been that way). The thing is that all of us secretly enjoy things that violate our own personal aesthetic—guilty pleasures—and though secrets are fun to have, it’s also nice to unburden yourself and declare for all to hear that “Take Me Home” by Phil Collins makes you feel like crying because it is so beautiful.
BA: How sincere are you about all of this? Is there a certain element of humor inherent with The Theory? How can you honestly say you appreciate Sting’s late career smooth jazz phase?
JH: I don’t say that. I say that it’s possible to appreciate it, but I haven’t gotten there yet. But I’m 100% sincere, even when I’m joking.
BA: Once an artist has become Advanced, is it possible for them to create "overt" works of art?
JH: No, though it appears Overt. The reason it isn’t Overt is because you don’t know why they are doing something Overt because they are Advanced. It may SEEM like you know—often people will say that they are trying to appeal to a younger audience or have “returned to form”—but they always end up surprising you with their next move.
BA: Who is the most Advanced Star Wars character?
JH: Obi Wan. Rebellious Jedi, recluse, reunites with the son of his old friend (like Led Zeppelin playing with Jason Bonham), lets himself be killed by Darth Vader making us think, “No!” and turning out to be right the end. What’d you think, Jar-Jar?
BA: Nah, George Lucas including Jar Jar in Phantom Menace was an Advanced move on his part, but the actual character seems Overt. What about Chewbacca?
JH: Exactly what I was thinking. As for Chewbacca, I’m going to have to say no because he’s just a sideman. Max Rebo is the real deal, though. *
*For those of us who are not complete nerds, or editors of Savage Henry Magazine, I did a little research and discovered that “Max Rebo” was the leader of the “alien pop music band” that performed exclusively in-house for crime lord Jabba the Hutt. You know, the blue elephant guy.
“The Advanced Genius Theory: Are They Out of Their Minds or Ahead of Their Time?” by Jason Hartley was first published in May 2010, and is now available at all major book outlets.
Cafe Racer Show
We played a great show last night at our favorite University District dive bar/cafe. The show was notable as it will be the last acoustic performance from The Vague Prophets for a "long time." My Deformed Pets and Blackheart Honeymoon killed it, and the night concluded with a sweaty, drunken 5 song Bear Driving Car set. Be aware, The Bear has awoken from hibernation and is now back on the scene.
Rufous Hummingbird
Seattle Crime Map = Where to Have Fun!!!
Seattle Police Department is now publishing "My Neighborhood Maps," detailing where police reports were taken the previous week.
This isn't the "My Neighborhood" map, but it does show where shooting deaths happen in Seattle!
I love that the symbol for prostitution is "XXX," and don't count out the syringe for narcotic possession.
I was thinking to myself - If I was looking for some cocaine and a hooker tonight, this would be a magnificent tool! Funny enough, almost all of the prostitution arrests were right on Aurora, only a few blocks from my home!
Please give the map a look. What was going on in your neighborhood last week? What fun crimes? If you don't live in Seattle, which neighborhood looks the most fun to you? Do you enjoy bike theft? Dog bites? How about an area where there's a lot of disorderly conduct and D.U.I. arrests? You know that's got to be the place to go drinking!
This isn't the "My Neighborhood" map, but it does show where shooting deaths happen in Seattle!
I love that the symbol for prostitution is "XXX," and don't count out the syringe for narcotic possession.
I was thinking to myself - If I was looking for some cocaine and a hooker tonight, this would be a magnificent tool! Funny enough, almost all of the prostitution arrests were right on Aurora, only a few blocks from my home!
Please give the map a look. What was going on in your neighborhood last week? What fun crimes? If you don't live in Seattle, which neighborhood looks the most fun to you? Do you enjoy bike theft? Dog bites? How about an area where there's a lot of disorderly conduct and D.U.I. arrests? You know that's got to be the place to go drinking!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Drinking For America!
Nothing says patriotism like getting shit-faced drunk by 2PM on the 4th of July. Lucky for me Savage Henry was covering Crescent City's Independence Day festivities and caught me on video in the act of drunken buffoonery.
Here's a rough schedule of my day in CC, mapped out by my ridiculous alcohol consumption:
11:00 AM - Screwdrivers just to wake up and enjoy a little fruit juice
12:00 PM - Walk down to parade while drinking Monster & Vodka out of a Snapple bottle
1:30 PM - Arrive at beer garden at Beachfront Park, immediately order two Budweiser's
3:00 PM - Still at the beer garden ordering two beers at a time
4:00 PM - Head to Safeway to pick up Bud Light 30 pack
5:00 PM - Arrive at Haley's house, drink the rest of my vodka mixed with Monster
5:30 PM - Break into the Bud Light 30 pack with reckless abandon
6:00 PM - Start BBQing sausages and stealing someone's PBR's
8:45 PM - Walk down to Beachfront Park right near the jetty for fireworks - PBR's
10:00 PM - Party moves to Garth's beach, still drinking PBR and Shannon's vodka
11:00 PM - Performing with Buffalos In Orbit and running around with sparklers. Vodka!
2:00 AM - Arrive back at Haley's and have a "night cap." Don't remember this happening.
Haley's house drinking stolen PBR. Maybe 7PM?
Beachfront Park drinking with no hands! Roughly 3:00PM
Here's a rough schedule of my day in CC, mapped out by my ridiculous alcohol consumption:
11:00 AM - Screwdrivers just to wake up and enjoy a little fruit juice
12:00 PM - Walk down to parade while drinking Monster & Vodka out of a Snapple bottle
1:30 PM - Arrive at beer garden at Beachfront Park, immediately order two Budweiser's
3:00 PM - Still at the beer garden ordering two beers at a time
4:00 PM - Head to Safeway to pick up Bud Light 30 pack
5:00 PM - Arrive at Haley's house, drink the rest of my vodka mixed with Monster
5:30 PM - Break into the Bud Light 30 pack with reckless abandon
6:00 PM - Start BBQing sausages and stealing someone's PBR's
8:45 PM - Walk down to Beachfront Park right near the jetty for fireworks - PBR's
10:00 PM - Party moves to Garth's beach, still drinking PBR and Shannon's vodka
11:00 PM - Performing with Buffalos In Orbit and running around with sparklers. Vodka!
2:00 AM - Arrive back at Haley's and have a "night cap." Don't remember this happening.
Haley's house drinking stolen PBR. Maybe 7PM?
Beachfront Park drinking with no hands! Roughly 3:00PM
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