Manson isn't unique. Angelspit:
Credit: Angelspit.
Or perhaps a picture of Liberace lavished in fur and bling bling.
Now that would scare me.
As for music to torture with, any contemporary rap, r&b or country would be enough to make me cry.
Posted on 12/09/2008 10:55:37 PM PST by This Just In
As reported earlier today by msnbc, there are a number of musicians who want the military to stop using their music to torture our enemies. Frankly, if our military commanders really wanted to inflict serious psychological damage, they would drop flyers featuring images of these very musicians. A mug shot of Marilyn Manson would surely scar the Dickens out of the most war hardened devoted terrorist. Or perhaps a picture of Liberace lavished in fur and bling bling.
On second thought, those pictures would only provide the enemy with a false sense of security in believing that the United States, with characters like Marilyn Manson prancing running the stage and in public, is doomed to implode.
Naturally, this caused me to consider what kind of music I would wish to play for my enemies. The first song that popped into my mind was Muskrat Love. I am confident that a majority of individuals reading this post will not need me to tell them what artist performed that hit (Surely Willis Alan Ramsey must have been smoking some serious hash when he came up with that gem). The second opus that entered my mind was that infamous Barney song.
As I pondered a plethora of possibilities out there, I thought I'd enlist the help of you FReepers for some input in providing your very own personal playlist of songs to torment our enemies by.
Here are several of my own:
1. Shonberg's Pierrot Lunaire (Actually, this may be false start. Can the French really cause that much psychological damage?)
2. Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby
3. Kajagoogoo's - Too Shy
I feel tortured just hearing their names. 8-O
MASTER P FEAT. SILKK, FIEND, MIA-X AND MYSTIKAL Make Em Say Uhh! [warning - uncensored] 1998
Cristal meets constipation!
A lot of ideas occur to people in the shower, but the hook for this Dirty South smash sounds as though someone thought it up on the toilet during a strenuous bowel movement: Master P and a small army of cronies groan “Unnngghhh” no fewer than 25 (!) times here. Rapping, P mumbles, falls behind an already wooden beat and is generally trounced by the phenomenally speedy Mystikal, who tries to pump some crunk back into the sinking ship with an eleventh-hour guest verse.
Worst Moment Each hook, which sounds like the “before” section of an Ex-Lax ad.
That might be a novelty. They all might cancel each other out on stage. But back stage the insanity begins: their fawning, flattery, ego driven messianic diva complex would have them all kissing each other while driving long knives into each others backs. Part of being an “artiste” is being treated as an artiste and that can’t be done when there are two or more in the same room. The only way it happens is when they are drugged out of their gourds and their managers and handlers lie to them and tell them that they are a “special” part of the common root, the collective consciousness that runs through all mankind (and those other poseurs and phonies aren’t). So they get to be common and special at the same time. They really do think that way.
Or The Complete Klezmer and Polka Library. I dunno who would make such a thing, but I'm certain it exists. Somewhere.
Manson isn't unique. Angelspit:
Credit: Angelspit.
Or perhaps a picture of Liberace lavished in fur and bling bling.
Now that would scare me.
As for music to torture with, any contemporary rap, r&b or country would be enough to make me cry.
This is too much. I’m not sure I want to assault the ears with what you’ve described. I wonder if postal workers are fond of this kind of “music”.
As Joni Mitchell once said concerning popular music, and I’m paraphrasing, they’ve taken the mus (muse) out and left the ic (ick).
Actually, I have a number of relatives and friends who are professional artists. I know of what you speak all too well.
My close friend, whose been in the music business far too long, often says that anyone who says that music can bring people together and unite has never been a member in a band. Over the course of many years, I’ve witnessed first hand how “united” these people can be. No wonder so many of them are Socialists/Communists.
“Manson isn’t unique.”
If only he were.
Any comtemporary country? No George Jones, George Strait, Vince Gill, Brad Paisley, Emmylou Harris, Alan Jackson, or Alison Krauss and Union Station?
I recognize three of those names. ;)
I can handle - even like - Bill Monroe and bluegrass, but the country music I've heard over the last decade or so is just... crap.
I don't mean to offend anyone. It's a personal thing.
I'm sure if I tried to force most of the FR to listen to the sort of stuff I like (like some Manson), I'd end up in the hospital. ha. :)
“...some Manson”
“I’d end up in the hospital.”
Buddy, you’d be pushin’ up daisies. :^)
Hey, Bill Monroe is gold. I would have to agree with you. Most of the popular country music that’s being played is rubbish. Watered down, generic decaf noise.
Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods.
I only made it through about the first 2 1/2 renditions before I had to change the station.
All the Garmon Nuvi commercials, over and over and (barf)...I’ll tell you anything!!!
LOL! Love #10! I would be included in that list.
I think I can top that. Hows about Heartbeat (It's a Lovebeat!) by Tony DeFranco and the DeFranco family?
The pre-pubescent vocal stylings of young Anthony is enough to rupture eardrums and break any man's soul at fifty paces. He's the Daisy Cutter of 70s teen heartthrobs.
Remember Terry Jacks and the hit single Seasons in the sun? Pretty good song, but on the B side was a song titled Put The Bone In. Worst song I’ve ever heard.
Put the bone in
She yelled at the store
‘Cause my doggie’s been hit by a car
And I do want to bring him home something
Put the bone in
She yelled out once more
Because the meat from the pork is so sweet
And the bone from the pork give to me
Put the bone in she begged him
As she paced across the floor
Put the bone in she yelled out once more
From the same era: “Loving You” by Minnie Riperton. The lyrics and tune are bad enough but then she lets loose with some high pitched screeching that would peel the paint off walls.
ROFL, I forgot about that one! It really is hideous.
OK I am a little ashamed to admit this, but Too Shy and Ice Ice Baby really don’t bother me much! What torques me is Dancin’ on the Ceiling (along with a couple of the aforementioned songs - Loving You, Muskrat Love, Seasons in the Sun, Barney Song....ugh!!!), sure to have me gunning for the radio dial in a hurry!
Mark
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