AGrapes Interview

There is an Agrapes interview, relatively Reesent, with Momus here.

Marie Calloway did agrapes job interviewing Momus.

Hijinks think she should have called him a genius a few times.

Momus deSerbs it.

He seems to have a lot of Selbst-Reelization.

Now I want to go glisten to his music.

Gotye on How Queensland's "Winton Musical Fence" Donated the Bassline for "Eyes Wide Open"

Ginsberg Kitteh

Some Thom Yorke Kittehs

Radiohead Kitteh

This cat paid a rather unscrupulous Mexican plastic surgeon a shitload of money to make him look more like his hero, Thom Yorke of Radiohead.

The operation was performed in a Holiday Inn in Mexico City.

The surgeon ate pizza while performing the surgery.

The former kitty says he still has a problem with needing to shave more than usual, but is hoping whisker electrolysis will help with that.

He says he sometimes gets confused for his idol (usually when he's in Japan) and this makes him ecstatic.

WARNING: Your results may vary.

stuffs

Mostly a few years old. Some newish.




I think I had this keyboard...I think it cost like 9.99...







I love Trabant. I'm sure I posted this before. This video is Big Awsum. Older one.

From the 2005 album. Reminds me of the Wings vocals I was dissing lol. But like it here. Because it's funny and swoony.




Shot at the Sirkus bar.



Tom Jones duets with...Anna Mjoll?



One I posted before. Love this.

Language Understands Nothing

Language understands nothing. Language feels nothing. Language is not a mirror that reflects the human back so the human understands itself, "what it is," in the very process of looking/listening/processing. Listening to how Paul McCartney's vocals are overdone on "Maybe I'm Amazed" and not really caring about the primitive way the song's tracks are laid down, how it seems a big step backwards, doesn't matter. It's the song I wanted to hear. Because when I hear songs I often switch over in my head to other artists performing them. So the song's potential is as important as the song itself. I mean if you read poetry, it's the same thing. That the organ is too sacramental and saccharine. Something from P.M.'s childhood. That the guitars are indulgent and overly effusive. High hat high hat high hat. The Axl Rose raw throat vocals to simulate intensity. The chip-a chip-a chip-a. The thought that Supertramp could have funnily turned this song into a masterpiece. Hilarious that one of the Beatles should need Supertramp to help him in the studio. But I know it's true. I don't know. I'm probably high. I don't have any drugs in my system. But still. Paul McCartney was probably very high in this period. It's all love. That he let Linda sing sometimes. That everybody hated Linda's singing. I know Paul McCartney could go insane and chop random people's heads off and would probably still be forgiven and loved. That the song has no idea how to end. That it ultimately sounds like a jam session. That it might take itself so seriously to think that the "throwaway" quality of the track somehow makes it progressive. If it's not language maybe I just mean it's music. Or translation. Music in translation. Language is rarely being itself. Well then what is it being? Language is a bunch of rocks. A pile of rocks, a cairn, cannot reflect a human being. They mostly reflect the quality of being rocks. A quintessence of rocks. I like this song. It's sucky in a beautiful way. It's very meaningful to a person who is not really me but seems to be listening to the song. I don't mind indulging that person. I don't mean to be so St. Anselm. I listen to the song from this other person. The moment where the bone is thrown into space in 2001 and we transition to a spacecraft turning in outer space. "Language is a tool" could be a joke. An insult. Supertramp would help so much.