Beach House: Other People

Got a suggestion that I should give Beach House a listen. So far I'm loving what I'm hearing!

~DJ Opal~

Gone Too Soon: Usher Cover by Airto

Just remembering Michael Jackson today. Airto has a nice voice and does a good cover of Usher's tribute to Michael.

~DJ Gunnar~

Love: Maybe the People Would Be the Times or Between Clark and Hilldale

Rediscovering a wonderful old psychedelic rock band is one of my favorite things!

The Monday's Music theme today is Freebie, which is great for me. I'm all about being free!

~DJ Emrald~

If I'm Living on Borrowed Time, Do You Think I'm Gonna Waste My Time Conforming?

Current age: 62 and has no memories of his accomplishments or his family and friends.
Age at onset of dementia: 55 (and fuck you, Universe)

Lewy Body Dementia discovered post-suicide Age: 63

The Real Cie's aunt: probable Lewy Body Dementia, age of diagnosis: 72

Me: Age 49, will be 50 on February 15.

TRIGGER WARNING: DISCUSSION OF SUICIDE IDEATION

Here's what I'm noticing. This kind of shit seems to be happening in younger and younger people. I'm not a scientist. Nor am I particularly given to believing in conspiracy theories. The Illumin-Naughty seem as likely to exist as the Illuminati, as far as I'm concerned. But I do see a pattern.

I think our world is polluted as fuck, and it's killing us in various and horrible ways. I think all the people succumbing to these shitty forms of dementia have been poisoned by our toxic environment, and it isn't going to get any better anytime soon.

I evidently have a genetic trigger for this shit, and I have been thinking. I may be living on borrowed time. And if I am, I'm going to off myself when I get the diagnosis. I've taken care of people with dementia for all but five years since 1988. I am not putting myself or my son through that shit.

Given that there's a fair possibility that I'm living on borrowed time, do you know what the fuck I'm not going to do?

Care about a bunch of rules set down by a bunch of stodgy, imagination-impaired, heartless, inflexible assholes. 

Believe as I do. Don't believe as I do. I really don't care. But don't fucking tell me how to think and feel. I was never going to conform to your standards anyway. Given that I may only have five or ten years left, I'm going to conform to them even less.

I have an open mind about metaphysical possibilities. I'm not going to close my mind because my beliefs make some people uncomfortable.

I love what and who I love. If you have a problem with that, take a look in the damn mirror as you point your finger at me. Then take a look at the three fingers pointing back at you.

I'm actually not afraid of this possibility. I'm pretty stoic about it. I've had suicide ideation pretty much all my life. I'm not afraid to die. My life hasn't been an easy one. Sometimes I think the easiest thing in the world would be to down a whole bunch of pills with a butt ton of alcohol and just let the world fuck off at last. I'm sick and tired of hearing what a fuckup I am echoing in my damn head all the time.

I'm not doing it today. So don't get your hackles up searching my URL to try and find out where I'm located. This isn't a "right now" suicide note. This is a "if I'm diagnosed with dementia I'm offing myself" note. Because fuck that shit.

So anyway, if I believe in the possibility of ghosts and incarnate people communicating with each other and maybe even becoming friends or falling in love, who the fuck is anyone else to tell me I can't believe that? 

If I believe the personality survives the death of the body, who the fuck is anyone to tell me I can't believe that?

If I believe in an afterlife, but not an afterlife that adheres to some particular set of dogma created by a bunch of stodgy old fucks to control the masses, well, that is what I believe. If it brings you comfort to think of me frying in a fiery pit because of my beliefs, perhaps you're the sick fuck, not me. 

If I believe in reincarnation, how the fuck is that hurting you?

People are always so all-fired hot to tell other people what they should and shouldn't think and feel. I've had it up to here with that shit. None of us knows for sure what happens after we die. My theories are as valid as anyone else's. More to the point, I don't shove them down anybody's throat. 

I guess my point is this. I don't know if I'm living on borrowed time or not, but I damn well could be. Do you think I'm gonna waste that time trying to please anybody by conforming to their particular reality? I can't live your damn reality, nor do I want to. I can only live my own. 

Stop trying to tell other people what to believe, think and feel. As long as what you're doing isn't hurting anybody else, it's nobody's damn business.

One thing I aim to do. When I do get to the other side, whenever that is, I am going to give both of the dudes pictured a great big warm hug, because they both touched my life for the better and both pulled me through when I was a very sad, lonely, and bullied teenager. I wished both of them could be my friends.

I totally shipped "Mork" as my best platonic friend back in the day, and you will never guess which band was Mork's and my favorite. When you're a sad and miserable twelve or thirteen year old, that kind of thing can mean a lot.

When people judge another person's reality based on their own set of experiences, they do the person they're judging a great disservice.

Both Malcolm Young and Robin Williams taught me a lot. The biggest thing they taught me is that having compassion is the most important thing. As neither of them are conventionally attractive, they also taught me that true beauty is in the soul. Not that either of them are ugly, but neither of them would ever be considered "hunky" by any stretch of the imagination.

Both of them struggled with depression and addiction issues. These are certainly things to which I can relate. 

These are beautiful people--truly beautiful people, not Hollywood hyped beautiful on the outside hollow on the inside glamour seeking glory grabbers. If I do end up being one of the many succumbing to the horror of dementia, at least I will know I am in glorious company. I love you Mal, and I love you Robin. And I do not give one single fuck what anyone thinks of that statement.

I guess I've said what I need to say. It pretty well boils down to this. Quit fucking judging. You do not know what another person is going through or what they have been through. Since you haven't experienced their life, you aren't qualified to judge it.

I can't live as if there's no tomorrow, because my Last Day may be here sooner than I ever would have imagined. I have to get what I can done in what time I may have left. I'm not wasting that time conforming to anyone else's bullshit standards.

~Cie~

It's Pittsburgh (And A Lot of Other Stuff)

A feel-good series about Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

~DJ Aurora~

Why this Gritty, Non-Descript Little Man is My Hero

I know everyone is sick to death of hearing me talk about why this man means so much to me and why his horrifying illness is so devastating to me.

 A fuck I don't give. I will speak of it until eternity if I want to.

Ah, your unsolicited opinion regarding the things I care about?

Still looking...

The Daily Post asked me who my hero is. Actually, I have a few, but this one goes way back.

"But Cheese," you might say. "That dude totally does not look heroic. He's really low key. Heroes should dazzle!"

He does. He's just not flashy.

However, even though the music was the first thing I noticed, this isn't why he's my hero. A lot of people are musically talented (although this not flashy musician was kind of special.) That makes them admirable, but it doesn't make them heroes.

It's when I found out about the people behind the music that they became my heroes.

I was one of Those People. 

I was one of those people that other people put down to try and make themselves feel big.

I was ugly, or at least that's what I heard all the time.

So I deserved to be picked on.

So it was said.

I hated myself.

But I loved music.

I loved the raw power of this new music that I'd just found out about.

When I found out about the musicians behind it...

I knew they were making the music for people like me.

They didn't give a fuck about appealing to the cool crowd. They weren't part of the cool crowd. They'd probably been ostracized by the cool crowd, just like I had. 

They didn't approve of being shitty to people who didn't fit in, I could tell that. These guys weren't some trend, they were real. 

Someone like me really needed to know that people like this existed. People who would have been nice to me, even though I wasn't part of the Cool Crowd. People who would have told the people who were bullying me to go fuck themselves.

Gettin' it done low budget pre-MTV style.

"Well, that's all very nice, Cheese," you might say. "But you're a heterosexual female, and I guess the little guy has kind of a cute face, but a woman needs a real Manly Man to be her hero, and this dude looks like he'd blow away in a strong breeze. A hero should look something like this and make all the ladies swoon!"

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Well, ya know, who doesn't love them some Val Hallen? But what makes a person truly heroic is strength of character, not muscles or epic hair. Now, Val is a nice guy, and he does have strength of character, so I guess that makes him something of a hero. Still, I want to talk about why the little guy is my hero even though he doesn't look like one.

For someone living with mental illness, he was something of a role model. He was very shy, but bravely went into a career which meant being in the spotlight a lot of the time even though he was uncomfortable with being scrutinized. He struggled with depression and managed to overcome alcohol addiction in spite of the fact that without alcohol he would no longer have the ability to have a shot of Sociability.

He was known for being self-sacrificing, and even when he became extremely ill he didn't want to burden others with his problems. He was more concerned with the effect his illness would have on other people than with the effect it was having on him.

That he no longer knows what he did during his remarkable life, who the people he loves the most are, or even who he is breaks my heart in a million pieces. I will never forget him or what he did for a badly bullied, mentally ill girl through his music.

You are my hero, Malcolm Young. I love you. I don't care how saying that makes me look in the eyes of those who are concerned with keeping up appearances. You taught me not to give a fuck about those who look down their nose at those of us who are different. I know you struggled with some of the same things I struggle with. I think you were and are beautiful both inside and out. You are always in my heart.

Love always,

Cie

Too Little Too Late: Brandy ft. Neyo

Domestic abuse hurts and sometimes kills.



How many times did I ask 'why are you with him'?
How many times did I beg you to run away?
How many times did he tell you it won't happen again?
And how many times did it happen the very next day?

And now I'm asking why didn't you listen to me?
Why didn't I do something,
Though you said 'please just let it be'?
Why did I let him take you from me?
The choices we make, to right the mistakes.
Too little too late.

What did I say the very first time it happened?
I said where is he now and what do you want me do to?
Why did you tell me no, why were you protecting him?
When all I was trying to do, was protect you.

And now I'm asking why didn't you listen to me?
Why didn't I do something,
Though you said 'please just let it be'?
Why did I let him take you from me?
The choices we make, to right the mistakes.
Too little too late.

And I just can't help feeling,
Feeling like I let you down.
Your knight in shining armor,
Protecting you from harm.
Yeah right, if that were true,
You'd still be around!

Why didn't you listen to me?
Why didn't I do something,
Though you said 'please just let it be'?
Why did I let him take you from me?
The choices we make, to right the mistakes.
Too little too late.

Why didn't you listen to me?
Why didn't I do something,
Though you said 'please just let it be'?
Why did I let him take you from me?
The choices we make, to right the mistakes.
Too little too late.
Too little too late.

Adam Lambert: If I Had You

Snow Ghosts: And the World Was Gone

You said you'd wait forever
But I blinked
And the world was gone
You wade through the water
Slowly your hands grow numb
I wish you felt me falling
I wish you'd watched over me
You said you'd wait forever
But I blinked
And the world was gone
And the world was gone
And the world was gone

I run through your head
Loud with a nightmare
Brushing your skin with my breathing
Turn out the light
And every nightlight
Run you can run you can run
I blink and the world was gone
I blink and the world was gone
I blink and the world was gone

You said you'd wait forever
But I blinked
And the world was gone
You wade through the water
Slowly your hands grow numb
I wish you felt me falling
I wish you'd watch over me
You said you'd wait forever
But I blinked
And the world was gone
And the world was gone
And the world was gone

Brutha Faya: No Matter What

Nujabes: Eternal Soul

Alex Aark vs. Méron: Along With the Stars

Good dance/club track. Women in bikinis because reasons.

~DJ Aurora~

Bethany Mota and Dancing With the Stars

Well, Carlton always did have the dancin' moves!

~DJ Ellie~

Sometimes There's A Fine Line...And Sometimes Something's Just Plain Tacky

Dirty songs can be fun. They can be humorous. They can be straight up sexy. Here are a few that I dig, and one that I sure as hell wasn't feeling.

AC/DC tend to be pretty cheeky. In this case, they went for straight-up raunchy, and it works. The title of the song is Go Down, and yeah, it's about just that. Why it works? It's about sex, no (ahem) bones about it. It's from a male point of view, but the woman is a partner, not just a piece of ass. It's cute.

Ruby, Ruby, where you been so long?
Done took to drinkin' whiskey
Baby, since you been gone
Ain't no one I know do it good as you
Lickin' on that lickin' stick the way you do

You got the lips to make a strong man weak
And a heathen pray
Tell you it just ain't the way you speak
You know it's just the way

Go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, you go down, go down

Mary, Mary, you're the one for me
And the way you hum, sting me like a bumble bee
I'll be around to see you 'bout, 'bout half past ten
Ain't felt this good since I don't know when

You got the touch that I need so much
In your finger tips
I got the honey that you love to taste
On those lovely lips

So go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down, baby
Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down

Ooh baby, rub it on
Y'know it's sticky and it's sweet
And it's, it's been so long

Ain't no else got a touch like you
I like you doing things to me I let no other woman do
Oh feels good, oh feels good, oh yeah
Oh, you do it like you should, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Oh yeah, yeah
I love you so much
Make me so glad I'm a man

Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down

Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down
Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down

SONGWRITERS
ANGUS MCKINNON YOUNG, RONALD BELFORD SCOTT, MALCOLM MITCHELL YOUNG


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Simon Curtis' "Flesh" is just plain hot. Who hasn't wanted to find a partner they could feel this way with? It would be the ultimate! This no holds barred song sizzles!

This is not the way into my heart, into my head
Into my brain, into none of the above
This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me
This spark of black that I seem to love
We can get a little crazy just for fun, just for fun
Don't even try to hold it back
Just let go
Tie me up and take me over till you're done
Till I'm done
You've got me fiendin' and I'm ready to blow

Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my Flesh
Get undressed, taste the flesh
Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my Flesh
Pass the test, taste the flesh
Hold me up against the wall
Give it till I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it raw
Like it R∆ R∆ R∆
Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my Flesh

Hold my hands above my head
And push my face into the bed
Cause I'm a screamer baby, make me a mute
You put your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse beat beat beat beat
It's like a trigger, get me ready to shoot
Wanna wrestle with me baby
Here's a sneak, little peek
You can dominate the game cause I'm tough
I don't play around that often
When I do, I'm a freak
So you'd better believe I like it rough

Hold me down and make me scream
Lay me on the floor
Turn me on and take me out
Make me beg for more
 

Disco queen Donna Summer gave us the ultimate erotic tune with Love to Love You Baby. Makes me want to grab and hold someone special--see you in seventeen minutes!

Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby

When you're laying so close to me
There's no place I'd rather you be than with me-ee, uh
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby

Do it to me again and again
You put me in such a awful spin, in a spin, in-uh

Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby

Lay your head down real close to me
Soothe my mind and set me free, set me free-ee, uh

Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby

When you're laying so close to me
There's no place I'd rather you be than with me-ee, uh
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby

Do it to me again and again
You put me in such a awful spin, in a spin, in-uh
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby
Ahaaw, I love to love you, baby

SONGWRITERS
SUMMER, DONNA / MORODER, GIORGIO / BELLOTTE, PETE

You have to go to X Hamster to watch the video for Rammstein's "Pussy." It's that explicit. However, beyond that, the song is all in good fun, and the men and women involved are on an even keel. It's pure sex, no problem!

Yes, they do use the word bitch, but it's in a purely sexual context. People do call each other things like "bitch" and "bastard" during sex but wouldn't do so outside the sex act. This isn't problematic, it's simply dirty talk.

Too big, too small?

Size does matter, after all

Zu groß, zu klein?

Er könnte etwas größer sein.

Mercedes Benz und Autobahn,

Alleine in das Ausland fahren Reise Reise, Fahrvergnügen ich will nur Spaß, mich nicht verlieben.

Just a little bit...

Just a little bitch...

You've got a pussy, I have a dick-ah

So what's the problem?

Let's do it quick!

So take me now before it's too late

Life's too short, so I can't wait

Take me now! Oh, don't you see?

I can't get laid in Germany

Too short, too tall?

It doesn't matter, one size fits all

Zu groß, zu klein?

Der Schlagbaum sollte oben sein!

Schönes Fraulein, Lust auf mehr,

Blitzkrieg mit dem Fleischgewehr

Schnaps im Kopf, du holde Braut

Steck Bratwurst in dein Sauerkraut

Just a little bit...

Be my little bitch...

You've got a pussy, I have a dick-ah,

So what's the problem?

Let's do it quick!

So take me now before it's too late

Life's too short, so I can't wait.

Take me now! Oh, don't you see?

I can't get laid in Germany

Germany, Germany

You've got a pussy, I have a dick-ah

So what's the problem?

Let's do it quick!

You've got a pussy, I have a dick-ah

So what's the problem?

Let's do it quick!

You've got a pussy, I have a dick-ah

So what's the problem?

Let's do it quick!

So take me now, before it's too late

Life's too short, so I can't wait!

Take me now, oh, don't you see?

I can't get laid in Germany.

SONGWRITERS

KRUSPE, RICHARD Z. / LANDERS, PAUL / LINDEMANN, TILL / LORENZ, DOKTOR CHRISTIAN / RIEDEL, OLIVER / SCHNEIDER, CHRISTOPH DOOM

 

I gotta lotta cash

I don't mind spendin' it

[Wiz Khalifa]

Imma smoke this joint then imma brake you off

I be lying if I said you ain't the one

All these tattoos on my skin they turn you on

Lotta smokin' drinkin' that's the shit I'm on

Heard you not the type that you take home to mom

Is we fucking when we leave the club or nah?

I ain't spending cash for nothing I wanna see you take it off

Imma pop this bottle you gon' give me brain or nah?

Heard you from the hood you rep that thing or nah?

Gotta lotta ass you gonna shake that thing or nah?

Heard you smoke blunts you down with paper planes or nah?

I feel like I'm Tony you my boss I'm thinking nah

The whole world I take it on

[Hook:]

You gonna run it for these hundreds girl or nah?

Show me is you really 'bout your money girl or nah?

Don't play with a boss, Girl take it off

Take it for a real one

You gonna get it all

Is you really with somebody or nah?

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with this s***s or nah?

Oh Nahhhh, Oh Nahhhhh

Would you ride for a nigga or nah?

Would you die for a nigga or nah?

Would you lie to a nigga or nah?

Oh Nahhhh

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with this s***s or nah?

Oh Nahhhh Oh Nahhhh

Would you ride for a nigga or nah?

Would you die for a nigga or nah?

Would you lie to a nigga or nah?

Oh Nahhhh

[Ty Dolla $ign]

Girl make that asss clap for young dolla $ign

You already know my money go a long time

I could slide for it, like Nelly

Imma go as far as you let me

Girl is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

Can I bring another bitch lets have a threesome

Keep saying you a freak you gon' prove it or nah?

His bitch keep looking at me she choosin' or nah?

You a ride or die chick you with this shit or nah?

Say you not a side bitch, you all in or nah?

You gon' make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

Can you do it like that, on this dick or nah?

[Hook:]

You gonna run it for these hundreds girl or nah?

Show me is you really 'bout your money girl or nah?

Don't play with a boss, Girl take it off

Take it for a real one

You gonna get it all

Is you really with somebody or nah?

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with this s***s or nah?

Oh Nahhhh, Oh Nahhhhh

Would you ride for a nigga or nah?

Would you die for a nigga or nah?

Would you lie to a nigga or nah?

Oh Nahhhh

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with this s***s or nah?

Oh Nahhhh Oh Nahhhh

Would you ride for a nigga or nah?

Would you die for a nigga or nah?

Would you lie to a nigga or nah?

Oh Nahhhh

[Outro:]

Gonna make that ass clap

Gonna make that ass clap

Make make make that ass clap

Gonna make that ass clap

With lines like 'make that ass clap,' 'is you fuckin' me and suckin' me or nah,' and 'can I bring another bitch or nah,' this song will never be mistaken for subtle. None of the others were subtle either, but this tune lacks any of the naughty charm that the previous dirty songs possess. The women are seen as fuck toys rather than sexual partners. You lost me with this one, Bitch.

~DJ Opal~

(Maybe that should be DJ Dirty Diamond)

Summer Break 2: You Could Call It A Crush

These people are so much nicer and more real than your standard "reality show" people. It's refreshing.

~DJ Diabolic~

Leona Lewis: I Can't Live if Living Is Without You

Beautiful cover of the Badfinger classic heartbreaker.

~DJ Illin' Illsa~

What if Elvis Returned in the 21st Century?

This is a nice presentation, very visually striking.

However, note that their 77 year old Elvis looks like a 40 year old with prematurely gray hair.

Elvis was not a healthy man at the time of his death. I am not referring to his size, which is what people automatically focus on. There are plenty of large people who are perfectly healthy. He was on a myriad of medications, which I believe ultimately contributed to his untimely demise. They probably also contributed to his size.

Obesity is a multi-factoral issue, and we need to stop focusing on "calories in calories out" as the be all and end all. A person's size is primarily determined by genetics. Type and amount of food eaten do contribute to a degree, but not as much as might be imagined. Factors such as medications, environmental toxins, and food additives must also be considered.

In any case, I enjoyed this little movie, but if Elvis were to have made it to 77, even if he had been able to turn his health around, he would not look this youthful.

~DJ Sally~

Calvin Richardson and Claudette Ortiz: If You Don't Know Me By Now

Adam Barta: Behind the Scenes of Courtney Act's Boys Like Me

The Maccabees: Went Away

WWE Cheese: Adam Rose Fifth Theme Song: Break Away

Tõnu Naissoo - .... and so she went ....

Beautiful piano music for your Sunday morning.

~DJ Sadie~

Knowledge and Wisdom: So Many Yout's

Indie Reggae/hip hop from London-based Knowledge and Wisdom.

Here is their Bandmine page.

~DJ Koni~

Dee Edwards: I Can Deal With That

Linkin Park: She Coudn't

Beautiful deep cut from Linkin Park with this melancholy power  ballad.

~DJ Spectra~

From the Stuff Nobody Gives A Crap about Files: Hollywood TV

The Hollywood TV channel is devoted to capturing famous and semi-famous people doing Stuff Nobody Gives a Crap About.

When I was younger, I supposed that Hollywood gossip was harmless enough. In my middle years, I've actually come to see it as quite harmful. It's mean-spirited, invasive, and tends to encourage nasty behavior towards other people in everyday life. 

The above is simply a waste of time. Why should anyone care if this woman can't find her valet ticket, besides her?

~DJ Hell's Belle~