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"Behind the intials was a metaphor, a delirium tremens, a trembling unfurrowing of the mind's plowshare. The saint whose water can light lamps, the clairovoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from." Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Sepultura on steel drum

We rarely speak of the worst things that can happen to a person. I'd like to put this one in the running:

Someone does a reggae version of your favorite song and it becomes wildly popular.

I think that when that happens, it really...it's really just awful.

posted by Monstro D. Whale | 4:00 PM

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Blogger Monstro D. Whale said...

You know...now that I think about it, it really sucks even if you never really liked the original song either.

Reggae's kind of horrible.

4:03 PM  

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