Rock Against Bush

I really love the whole concept of HyperText.

As a member of the Sum41 Fan Club, I got an email the other day letting me know about Rock Against Bush Vol .1. It sounds like it will be a sweet rock/punk CD, packed full of some great songs you know, and a ton of new tracks written by bands who (as Canadian Sum41 put it in their newsletter) feel they "just can't sit quietly and watch that idiot fuck up your country and the rest of the world."

So why do I love HyperText?

While preparing this little blurb, I noticed the link to PunkVoter.com, where I discovered:

• there's a whole Rock Against Bush Concert Tour
• that Bush 's campaign shirts are made in Burma, a country Bush has imposed sanctions against
• that Urban Outfiters tried selling shirts that say "voting is for old people", which has prompted the Vote F*cker T-Shirt

God bless the Internet, and God bless America Burma

ThatSongBites.com

I was flying back from Vegas this afternoon, and I found a copy of AA's AmericanWay Magazine in the boarding area for SWA. I flipped through it while waiting to board (because I was too lazy to get my book out of my carry on bag), and found the most compelling argument against online music downloads (legal or otherwise) I've ever heard.

I think more people should apply this argument to more things.

The Electronica Quickee Mart

If you like electronic music, or find it baffling, or a little of both (*handraise*), you should check out Ishkur's guide to electronic music. I was amused when I realized I'd been listening to the same 20-second sample, looping, for about 20 minutes, without realizing that that wasn't just the actual piece.

Thanks to Hiro for the link.

Janet Jackson's Right Breast

There's something really cool about seeing someone expose her breast to about 130 million TV viewers, live, without (apparently) meaning to. It's cool because all those viewers had their moment of satori, when the world suddenly stopped, and their brains shut down, and nothing made sense, giving them the barest (!) moment in which to appreciate the infinite possibilities of existence. Anyway, it probably isn't possible that you've missed this, but in case you clicked past the followup, here you go: Janet Jackson's breast exposed during halftime show.

So, CBS and the NFL are pissed at MTV, which they say will most likely never be in charge of putting on a Superbowl halftime show again. MTV says it is really, really sorry; that the incident was "unrehearsed, unplanned, completely unintentional." Justin Timberlake says it was a "wardrobe malfunction," that it was "not intentional" and was "regrettable."

I'm guessing that the idea was that Timberlake would pull off the leather cover, leaving Janet's red bra exposed. But he grabbed a little too much, leaving nothing but a silver piercing (nice contingency plan, that) between a global television audience and (gasp!) an actual unobstructed view of a human areola.

A few more links: From the Washington Post: NFL: No place for titillation on Super Bowl menu. The story mentions that FCC Chairman Michael Powell has vowed to launch "an immediate investigation"; given his previous remarks about how much he loves his TiVo ("It's God's technology!"), something tells me he's done some investigating already. Apropos that: Justin and Janet steal Super Bowl show, according to TiVo.

Finally, the link you've all been waiting for: A certain disgusting rightwing weblogger has detailed images.

Anyway. Onward.

Natalie Maines Still Pissing People Off

The Dixie Chicks' Natalie Maines continues to mouth off about what a lame president George Bush is, most recently in an interview with NBC's Today show: On top of the world once again. Meanwhile, she won a silly award from VH1. Woo! Go Dixie Chicks!

Falling in Love

My wife waited until we had been married for 19 years before taking me to the opera. She was worried I wouldn't like it, she said. Which was probably smart. I'm the kind of bastard who will sit with folded arms stoicly enduring the joke I wasn't interested in hearing just then, or the read-aloud article that interrupted the article I was reading at the time, then give a curt nod and go back to my original activity with no response whatsoever, practically screaming my indifference.

Anyway, she apparently knew what she was doing, for which I'm grateful, because I was ready, and otherwise I might have missed the chance to see, or at least to appreciate, Shu-Ying Li as Madame Butterfly at the Lobero Theater in Santa Barbara last week.

The part that shocked me the most, I think, is that live opera (good live opera, anyway), while looking and sounding more or less exactly like what I'd always seen on television, turns out to be completely different in person.

It was bigger than I expected, closer, more human, more real. I've been to some really amazing concerts in my life, but this was different. I wasn't sitting in an audience, watching a performer on a stage. I was right there, inside the skin of this poor woman, experiencing her joy, her betrayal, her madness. It was beautiful, and terrifying. I was streaming tears through much of it, and in the final moments I just lost it, my features working uncontrollably as waves of emotion washed over me.

So anyway, I'm an opera lover now. Who would have thought?

Suicide as Entertainment

The rock band Hell of Earth is planning to allow an onstage suicide "live" at their next show in St. Petersburg, Florida. As you would expect, this has caused quite a bit of controversy, but my favorite part of the whole thing, is that the city council needed to pass a special law, making it illegal to: "conduct a suicide for commercial or entertainment purposes, and to host, promote and sell tickets for such an event." Apparently, they had to pass the special law, becuase otherwise they had no legal grounds to try and stop the show -- no one in the band is planning to "assist" this anonymous individual, they're just going to let him come on stage and do his thing.

The show must go on however, the lead singer promises that the show will happen at an undisclosed location within city limits, in front of a select few die-hard fans (pun intended) and it will be broadcast live on their website.

Orson Scott Card on File Sharing

I remember the August, 1977, issue of Analog magazine. I read it in my bedroom, upstairs at the back of my father and stepmother's condo, the same room where I listened to Bad Company's Running with the Pack and The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway by Genesis. I remember that issue for just one reason: it contained a really cool short story called "Ender's Game" by a first-time author named Orson Scott Card.

Wow, I thought. This guy is awesome.

He's still awesome: MP3s are not the devil (part 1).

Rude-But-Fun Anti-RIAA Cartoon

At first I wasn't going to run a link to this, since it's kinda, I dunno, dirty or something. But then I thought, fuck it.

Anyway, from the fine people at cosmo7.com: Recording artists safety guide to the beach.

The Kiss(es)

For those of you who aren't members of the MTV generation, you may not have heard about "The Kiss" (or more appropriately: "The Kisses") from Thursday nights MTV Video Music Awards. Being the 20th anniversary, Britney Spears & Christina Aguilera got together on stage to do a tribute rendition of Madona's legendary "Like A Virgin" stage performace from the very first VMA ceremony. They were then joined by the orriginal material girl, who launched into her latest single "Hollywood", taking breaks between versuses to plant big juicy open mouthed kisses on each of the two pop-princesses.

For those of you who like looking at hot chicks kissing, there are plenty of pictures all over the web, and even some video clips.

There are plenty of people pointing out how contrived the whole thing was, but what I find most ammusing is how much all the coverage has been about "Madona kissing Britney" -- with very little mention of the fact that she planted big wet ones on both of them. The clip I saw acctually cut away when Madona turned towards Christina .... which brings me to the second most ammusing part of all this, the way they cut to Justin Timberlake just for a reaction shot. (I have to admit, it was a hilarious reaction shot).

Wesley Willis, Rest in Peace

Favorite Chicago "outsider" artist and musician Wesley Willis died last Thursday, and since I was out of touch with civilization at the time I only found out about it this morning. Sigh.

Obituaries available from Alternative Tentacles (Wesley's label), the Chicago Sun-Times, MTV, and Rolling Stone.

Steve Burns: Concerning Dust Mites and Children's Programming

So I came across that Ftrain.com link, and that led me to Some words on cognitive dissonance from Steve Burns, and I couldn't resist linking to it.

Yes, that Steve Burns. Well, maybe you lack young children, or you're better than I am at resisting the urge to park them in front of a television, in which case you're saying, "What Steve Burns?" So follow the link, and come back when you know.

There was always something hypnotic about Steve. You couldn't (well, I couldn't) not watch the guy. And the Quicktime videos from his new album, Songs for Dust Mites, are pretty engaging. Though I'm not sure how much of that is their inherent engaging-ness, and how much is just my brain going, whoa, that really is Steve from Blues Clues.

Anyway.

How to Tell if Your Boyfriend Really Plays Bass in a Major Rock Band

Okay; last Salon link for today. From Cary Tennis' advice column: Guitar grifter? Cary's correspondent is a group of friends of a well-off young woman who has been smitten by, and is now engaged to be married to, a man who says he is a bass player for a major rock band. The friends have reason to believe he might be lying, and want to know how they can talk the bride-to-be into hiring a private investigator to check the guy out.

Nonono, responds Tennis. She can find this out easily without needing to resort to professional help (at least assuming she's willing to entertain the question at all). He then explains how. So, if you might conceivably find yourself in similar circumstances, be sure to check it out.

Lies.com: serving your information needs for nearly a fourteenth of a century!

Collection of Derivative Cover Art

From the subversives at BlueDisguise Records comes The Knockoff Project, which offers side-by-side comparisons of "album cover spoofs, goofs, tributes, send ups, near misses and coincedences." Interesting, though maybe it helps to be old enough that you remember when an "album cover" was larger, and carried more of a visual impact, than is possible to achieve in something the size of a CD case.

Link courtesy those hunter/gatherers at Yahoo! Pick of the Day.

Natalie Maines Pisses People Off Again

I didn't watch the Academy of Country Music awards the other night (!), so I was spared what apparently was a wall-to-wall display of feel-good (if relatively mindless) patriotism. But I'm sorry I missed the part where the Dixie Chicks appeared via video from an Austin concert, and were booed in response to Natalie Maines' teeshirt reading "F.U.T.K.", which expands to "Fuck You Toby Keith."

Heh. See this item from Top40-charts.com for more on the Maines/Keith thing.

In case you were wondering, I first came across a mention of this in the permalink-challenged Dizzy Girl weblog, which I was reading because its name caught my eye as I was scanning through the list of losers (most of whom outrank lies.com) at The Truth Laid Bear's Blogosphere Ecosystem. The reason it caught my eye is that Dizzy Girl is the title of the first song on the really fabulous first (and only?) CD from a 90's San Francisco band called The Rosemarys, that CD having been my favorite listening for the last few weeks since I heard it on grrl.com's Grrl Radio.

So. Now you know everything.

Reid on the Dixie Chicks

Here's a nice opinion piece from CommonDreams.org focusing on the whole Dixie Chicks thing. By Joy-Ann Lomena Reid: Whistling Dixie. She has a lot of good things to say about the importance of allowing criticism of the president during wartime, including this quotation from Teddy Roosevelt:

The President is merely the most important among a large number of public servants. He should be supported or opposed exactly to the degree which is warranted by his good conduct or bad conduct, his efficiency or inefficiency in rendering loyal, able, and disinterested service to the Nation as a whole. Therefore it is absolutely necessary that there should be full liberty to tell the truth about his acts, and this means that it is exactly necessary to blame him when he does wrong as to praise him when he does right. Any other attitude in an American citizen is both base and servile. To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public. Nothing but the truth should be spoken about him or any one else. But it is even more important to tell the truth, pleasant or unpleasant, about him than about any one else.

There's also this passage, where Reid hits the nail on the head, at least as far as I'm concerned:

And then there was the hour-long, televised rebuke of the women Thursday night, in which ABC News correspondent Diane Sawyer repeatedly pressed, in tisking, school-marm fashion, for just one more apology to Bush. Maines heroically resisted the attempts to reduce her to a wicked child, who surely must realize that it isn't nice to criticize her betters, but the interview ought to go down in history with the House Committee on Un-American Affairs hearings for its daring presumption of guilt. What many of the rest of us still don't get, is just what Maines is guilty of: Feeling ashamed? Being from Texas? Or speaking her mind?

Really. What exactly is Natalie Maines guilty of? Because whatever it is, there's a whole bunch of us who are just as guilty.

Springsteen Supports Dixie Chicks

ymatt pointed me to this story, about how Bruce Springsteen is standing up for the Dixie Chicks: Springsteen backs under-fire Dixies. Even better, the story included a small screenshot of the nude-Dixie-Chicks cover of Entertainment Weekly, which reminded me that I'd wanted to see that (for journalistic reasons only, you understand), which led me to track down a bigger version of it here.

Cheesecake factor aside, it's a pretty cool image. I give Natalie Maines credit for standing up, Bush-like, to her detractors, rather than running off and hiding. Must be a Texas thing. And mad props to Martie Maguire and Emily Robison for standing by Maines, too.

Antron Singleton Is Bad. Really Bad.

As commented upon interestingly by Sungo at Sungo's Journal, check out the story of Antron Singleton, rap artist, aspirer after fame, and cannibal.

Dare To Be (Not) Stupid

Some interesing stories drifting past my tiny little mind today, many of them having to do with intelligence and our national news and entertainment media.

First, from today's craptastic-user-login-required LA Times Business section comes this story: Those flag-waving hits fly with DreamWorks (you can login with cypherpunk98/cypherpunk, at least at the moment). It seems that good liberals Spielberg, Katzenberg, and Geffen have no problem celebrating the major green they're pulling in from chart-topping patriotic country songs like Darryl Worley's Have you forgotten? and Toby Keith's Angry American, both of which are functioning as unifying anthems for the crowd that believes our invasion of Iraq was a logical, appropriate response to the 9/11 attacks.

I'm not saying those songs shouldn't be recorded, or that people who tend not to think too deeply about international events shouldn't be free to hoist a few Budweisers and feel a surge of patriotic pride while singing along. The freedom to be stupid is, after all, one of the freedoms we hold dear in this country.

But in order for our country to function properly, there need to be some not-stupids participating in the national debate, too. People who realize that this invasion of Iraq was a huge gift to Osama bin Laden, since it a) distracted the US from pursuing him, b) toppled a secular, Socialist Arab dictator who was a hated, entrenched rival, c) paved the way for the rise of a fundamentalist state in Iraq that will be more sympathetic to him and more hostile to the US, d) united the Arab world in opposition to US imperialism, e) indoctrinated a whole new generation of young Arabs in the glory of martyrdom in opposition to the Great Satan, and f) weakened and isolated the US with virtually all its global allies in terms of pursuing the international law-enforcement effort that is the biggest threat to al Qaeda.

On some level what the folks at Dreamworks are doing is just good business, I know, but on another level they're helping to dilute the national IQ when they push music like this. I see it having an impact on the debate at every level, and that concerns me.

Another angle on this is the speech that NPR host Bob Edwards gave at the University of Kentucky recently: The press and freedom: some disturbing trends. Among lots of really great comments about the intelligence (or lack thereof) in the messages being delivered by our news media, he had this interesting observation about the flap surrounding Natalie Maines' remark about being embarrassed Bush was from Texas:

The backlash against the Chicks for making that remark is fine if it comes from ex-fans who say they won't buy any more records by the Dixie Chicks. The marketplace is a respectable forum for freedom of expression. The Chicks have a right to their opinions. Music fans have a right to tell the chicks to go to hell and to boycott their concerts and refuse to buy their records. Free speech is never really free -- it always costs something. But here's what's wrong with this picture. The backlash against the Chicks is spearheaded not by fans, but by Clear Channel Radio, owner of 1,250 radio stations. Clear Channel is based in Texas. Clear Channel loves George W. Bush. Clear Channel would like the administration of George W. Bush to remove all remaining restrictions on the ownership of media properties. That is exactly what the Bush administration is considering. The Federal Communications Commission, chaired by Mike Powell, the son of Secretary of State Colin Powell, is reviewing the last remaining rules restricting media ownership. Before he became FCC chairman, Mike Powell was a communications lawyer, making fabulous sums of money lobbying on behalf of the broadcast industry -- the industry he's now supposed to be regulating. When he is finished regulating the broadcasting industry, Mike Powell will return to -- the broadcasting industry. Now how tenacious is Mike Powell going to be in regulating the broadcasting industry while he is on this temporary hiatus from the broadcasting industry?

But back to Clear Channel, which daily tells Bush and Powell that it loves them. Is Clear Channel's move on those Dixie Chicks an expression of patriotism or a business decision? Should Clear Channel have the right to ban the Chicks from its 1,250 stations? I think what individuals do is fine -- burn the CDs if you want. What industry does is another matter. Clear Channel can say the Dixie Chicks are tools of Saddam if it wants to, but it should not be allowed to kill the livelihood of any recording artist based on politics.

Oh. Side issue: As previously mentioned, I submitted a letter to the editor of the local weekly paper, griping about people lying in support of the war. They published my letter today. Woo! (It's about halfway down, under the Coastal View-supplied headline, "Show me the evidence," which isn't the emphasis I would have chosen to put on it, but at least they didn't introduce any spelling errors or anything.) So, my own tiny contribution to the local debate is on the record now; I'll let you know if anyone mentions it to me when I'm at Vons or picking my kid up at preschool or whatever.

Finally, here's an excerpt from a nice column by Charley Reese: Poor Sean Hannity.

There is a definitely a whiff of anti-intellectualism -- so characteristic of fascist states -- in the air. Beware of bully boys who worship the military and scoff at museums and libraries. Beware of people whose limited brains see everyone as either an ally or an enemy. Beware of people who can't tell the difference between patriotism and military conquest. Beware of people so stupid and ignorant that they accept anything and everything the political and the media demagogues tell them.

Thomas Jefferson, who would have been outraged by the loss of the museum and the library, said, "Those who expect to be ignorant and free expect what never was and never will be." Amen cubed.

I'm no longer concerned about liberals or conservatives, leftists or rightists. I just pray to God for a non-ideologue with a three-digit IQ. If we don't elevate the level of intelligence and integrity of our government, we are going to end up floating on the cesspool of history.

Rodeo Brawl Follows Dispute Over Patriotic Song

I only checked out this story because the headline made me think it was going to be about the Dixie Chicks: Brawl erupts after song played at rodeo. Turns out the song in question was actually Lee Greenwood's Proud to be an American, but the story is still pretty fun. Way to go, Texas! I don't know about that "taking care of the rest of the country" stuff that Heather was talking about in the user comments, but Texas is sure taking care of my entertainment needs lately.

Natalie Maines Pisses Off Pro-War Country Fans

Giving me yet another reason to like the Dixie Chicks, Natalie Maines has apparently annoyed the heck out of many country-music fans with her comment during a recent London show that she was "ashamed the president of the United States is from Texas." Even nicer is the way Maines and the group are sticking to their guns, using two subsequent press statements to more specifically explain what they're unhappy about, rather than backing down.

Abbey Road Cover Proves Paul is Dead... AND a Non-Smoker

Here's an interesting example of how our collective memory is subject to the steady, ongoing erosion of the rough edges indicative of actual truth, leaving behind the smoother surface of something not quite as true, but more consistent with the mental models we employ in our ever-failing quest to hang onto meaning. Or something like that. Anyway, check out this story about a U.S. poster company's decision to airbrush out the cigarette in Paul's hand in recent versions of the image from the Abbey Road cover. I also came across this nice little montage that includes the original as well as other shots from the same photo session.

That's a nice name, stop using it

Define Irony: Bill Wyman suing Bill Wyman for using the name Bill Wyman. The catch is, 'Bill Wyman' isn't Bill Wyman's real name -- Bill Wyman was born with it before Bill Wyman started using it. (as seen on slashdot)

Bid on Elvis' Hair

It seems that Elvis Presley's personal hair stylist of 20 years collected the King's clippings, then recently gave them to a friend. Said friend is now auctioning the hair (along with "letters of authenticity from hair-collecting experts"). The starting bid is set at $10,000; no word on whether we can expect future auctions of the King's toenail clippings, earwax, or navel lint, but a fan can always hope.

Britney Brought to Bear Against Music Sharing

from the combined-Britney-AND-RIAA-story dept.

You knew it was coming, but in a new series of commercials, a number of artists with enormous record contracts -- including our lass Britney -- will be letting their fans know that music sharing is the same as stealing CDs. I think I'm actually more frightened of Britney pouting at her fans over music sharing than I am of all the RIAA lawsuits.

Your Favorite Bands

from the music-that-matters dept.

Your new favorite bands are Rachel's and Godspeed You Black Emperor! if you knew about them, high five, if not here you go.

Steve Earle's "John Walker's Blues" Riles Country Fans

from the yee-hah dept.

Maverick country star Steve Earle has recorded a song in honor of "American Taliban" John Walker Lindh. Titled "John Walker's Blues," the tune compares Lindh to Jesus, speaks favorably of Islam's teachings, and generally goes out of its way to annoy the hell out of the conservative country music mainstream. Cool.

Silly Sony; Music is for Hax0rs!

from the dept.

a_stupid_box writes "So it seems that Sony's awesome encryption, meant to curb the "piracy" [ed. note: LIBERATION in the circles I converse with] of music from CDs, can be circumvented by spending less than the cost of a bag of Gummi Worms... and that's not even PER DISC!"

Pavarotti Cancels Appearance; Rookie Steals Show

from the passing-the-baton dept.

Scheduled to appear in the Metropolitan Opera's final event of the season, in what had been billed as the final performance of his career, Luciano Pavoratti called in sick Saturday, so a 33-year-old Sicilian named Salvatore Licitra sang the role of Mario Cavaradossi from Puccini's Tosca in his place - and brought down the house. Who says stuff like that only happens in the movies?

McCartney Halts Auction of 'Hey Jude' Lyrics

from the antiques-roadshow dept.

Paul McCartney (excuse me; Sir Paul McCartney) has obtained a court injunction halting an auction of the original handwritten lyrics to 'Hey Jude', claiming the lyrics had disappeared from his home under mysterious circumstances. The best part of the story is the original response given by Christie's, the auction house, which had appraised the value of the sheet of notebook paper at more than $100,000: that if Sir Paul wanted his lyrics back, he should just bid on them at the auction. The judge said, uh, no.

No Sanity Test for Love

from the judges-are-no-fun dept.

Killing a very funny story before it even had a chance, Judge Robert Alsdorf has ruled that celebrity widow Courtney Love does not have to undergo psychiatric testing. The testing had been requested by the two surviving members of Nirvana, who are engaged in a long-running legal dispute with Love over the Nirvana back catalog, and who argued in court that her mental problems were causing her to make irrational business decisions.

Love Competence Questioned by Nirvana Survivors

from the here-we-are-now.-entertain-us. dept.

Bassist Krist Novoselic and drummer David Grohl have charged Courtney Love (widow of dead Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain) with incompetence. They want a psychiatric evaluation performed to determine if Love's alleged craziness is responsible for the trouble they have been having in wringing enough cash from the corpse of Nirvana for them to live a life of ease. My take? No, they just suck.

Net Blamed for CD Sales Dip

from the post-hoc-ergo-prompter-hoc dept.

A new study is being cited by the music industry as proof that file-sharing systems and CD burners are hurting sales of music CDs. Interesting how, in the days before they managed to kill off Napster, increased CD sales were happening despite the popular song-swapping service. Now that Napster is gone, the drop in sales is being blamed on the (arguably less useful) services that replaced it. I've got a better explanation: Napster helped CD sales, reacquainting people with their favorite forgotten music and with new music that the suckily degregulated radio industry wasn't exposing them to. It is the record industry itself that is responsible for sowing the seeds of its current harvest of ill-will. Serves them right.

REM's Buck Acquitted

from the shining-happy-medicated-people dept.

Proving that having charismatic rock stars as character witnesses never hurts, REM guitarist Peter Buck has been acquitted by a British jury in his "air rage" trial. The jury apparently bought Buck's assertion that it was an unintended side effect of a sleeping pill, rather than a prodigious quantity of wine, that caused him to wig out on the British Airways flight. The prosecution branded Buck a liar, but jurors apparently found the testimony of U2's Bono, who characterized Buck as "famously peaceful," more compelling. Cool.

Dutch Court Sides with KaZaA

from the bits-want-to-be-free! dept.

Yahoo News has the story of a Dutch appeals court ruling that says music-swapping service KaZaA is not liable for copyright abuses on the part of its users. Yay.

Britney and Justin Breaking Up??!!

from the turn-my-world-upside-down dept.

Salon (among others) is carrying an AP story about a statement Britney Spears made at a recent press conference, denying that she is in "an intense relationship" with anyone. This is apparently fanning the flames of repressed lust in the hearts of many, including lies.com reader Anthony Grant, who writes, "Last night while Britney was relaxing in London, The Daily Mirror caught Britney in sex scandal with local boy Anthony Grant, 16." You wish, Anthony.

REM's Buck Denies Lying About Sleeping Pill

from the that's-me-in-the-courtroom dept.

As reported in Independent News, Peter Buck, guitarist for REM, recently denied in a London courtroom that he was lying when he said he'd taken a sleeping pill at the beginning of a transatlantic flight last April. Buck is accused of drinking too much wine and going on a drunken rampage on the British Airways flight; apparently he failed to mention the sleeping pill when he was originally arrested and questioned by police.

Wesley Willis Rocks

from the have-you-heard? dept.

I'm usually among the last to catch cultural phenomena, so the whole Wesley Willis thing may already have come and gone in your neck of the woods. If it hasn't, though, and if the thought of a paranoid schizophrenic who writes in-your-face lyrics sounds interesting, you really should check your preferred song-swapping service for Cut the Mullet, which gets my vote for the best Wesley song ever.