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hookersorcake:

Terrible moments in music listening history #37

The day after Mick Jagger’s girlfriend killed herself I was driving to work, listening to the radio and I heard the song, Miss You, by The Rolling Stones. Frankly I thought it was in poor taste, but then I debated whether anyone even works at radio stations anymore or if its all just robots and then I worried that all Rolling Stones songs might be tainted from here on out. And then I immediately chastised myself for being so selfish. Then I thought about robot radio stations killing themsleves with music, but that’s a story for another time.

That night I dreamed Mick Jagger was an actual gun and he was singing to all of us. He was whispering prayer pleading to fuck the entirety of humanity’s brains out with his mouth gun tongue. I awoke spiritually disheveled.

Of course being an avid listener of pop rock radio classic hits, I hear a Rolling Stones song at least once a week, if not twice. So now I hear songs that formerly only spoke to me of the joys of fucking and perhaps drugging and chicken dancing and now I gotta think about suicide. Cue Al Camus winking offstage.

And then today, that shit putrid jeans model song, “Moves Like Jagger”  came on the radio and I paused for one second. In that precious second I thought maybe if I listened to this song something would change in the month long Stones/suicide dynamic.

So like a clueless child I forced myself to listen to it. And…. its like something shattered inside of me. A delicate sense of enjoying the simple nuances of being an immortal eye of a deathless singular god was taken from me and I now live as a frightened animal in a terrifyingly indifferent universe.

I can no longer even listen to the crickets hush or a John Fahey tune with screaming in baffled terror.

I do feel better about the Rolling Stones when I hear them though.

ozu-teapot:

"This house will become a shrine, and punks and skins and rastas will all gather round and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader. And all the grown-ups will say, "But why are the kids crying?" And the kids will say, "Haven’t you heard? Rick is dead! The People’s Poet is dead!"
R.I.P. Rik Mayall - March 7th 1958 - June 9th 2014

ozu-teapot:

"This house will become a shrine, and punks and skins and rastas will all gather round and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader. And all the grown-ups will say, "But why are the kids crying?" And the kids will say, "Haven’t you heard? Rick is dead! The People’s Poet is dead!"

R.I.P. Rik Mayall - March 7th 1958 - June 9th 2014

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