“If we are here not to do what you and I wanna to do, and go forever crazy with it, then why the hell are we even here?!! DAAAA!!!”
For last few days I listen to Super Taranta!. Is from Gogol Bordello– that is hottest Gypsy punk band of… ummm…. 2007.
I am little late. Usual case. Trend train already left station. Arrived at fucking destination long ago while I fucking spend time fucking Tijuana whores.
Guys in band are genius. Totally existential. Confronting serious psychological and philosophical issue with smart analytical rational thinking.
Is music that help navigate you the absurdities of stupid modern American life… with vodka and marinated herring!. In face of so much existential absurdity, what can possibly ask of art except that it be helpful?
(I think Madonna performance is one best things I’ve seen in year… I remember Andrew Sullivan blog it many many times ago. I never knew who Gypsy dudes were until now, tho’.)
Here is some surfing music by L.A. band Megapuss. The music doesn’t really have anything to do with the holiday; I’m just posting it because I heard the tune on Pig Radio and it got stuck in my head…