A Haiku for Poo

phone in back pocket

pants down to sit on toilet

phone now in toilet

Friday Inspriation by way of Twitter

"ATTENTION: All you rule-breakers, you misfits & troublemakers -- all you free spirits & pioneers -- all you visionaries & non-conformists

Everything that the establishment has told you is wrong with you -- is actually what's right with you.

You see things others don't. You are hardwired to change the world.

Unlike 9 out of 10 people -- your mind is irrepressible -- and this threatens authority. You were born to be a revolutionary.

You can't stand rules because in your heart you know there's a better way.

You have strengths dangerous to the establishment -- and it wants them eliminated.

So your whole life you've been told your strengths were weaknesses -- Now I'm telling you otherwise.

Your impulsivity is a gift -- impulses are your key to the miraculous. Your distractibility -- is an artifact of your inspired creativity.

Your mood swings reflect the natural pulse of life, they give you unstoppable energy when you're high & deep soulful insight when you're low

Been diagnosed with a "disorder"? That's society's latest way to deny it's own illness by pointing the finger at you.

Your addictive personality is just a symptom of your vast underused capacity for heroic, creative expression and spiritual connection.

Your utter lack of repression, your wide eyed idealism, your unmitigated open mind -- didn't anyone ever tell you?!

These are the traits shared by the greatest pioneers and visionaries and innovators

Revolutionaries, procrastinators and drama queens, activists on the social scene, space cadets and mavericks

Philosophers and derelicts, business suits flying fighter jets, football stars and sex addicts

Celebrities with ADD, alcoholics who seek novelty, first responders -- prophets and saints, mystics and change agents.

We are -- all -- the same -- you know 'cuz we're all affected by the way - We are -- all -- the same -- you know."

-- @star_fawkes

What People Say About My Music: An Ongoing Journal of Lulz

"Are we being trolled? OP, your aimless shitmaking sounds like just that."


"FAIL. 
That shit sounds like you just buy pedals and let feedback drone on and on and on and on and on..."

"I blame technology for letting these talentless twits buy gear, turn knobs and think they "know music." 
sorry honey, no matter how much of daddy's money you spend, you STILL sound like shit."

"if you can call what you made music, it is the worst music i have ever heard"

"i wouldn't call it music. i don't mean that in a mean way, it just isn't "musical"

"exegesis is a horrible waste of my time and i would never waste my time listening to another thin that you produce ever again, thanks to that track. "

The Most Important Band You've Never Heard

"I personally was never concerned about being respected or having our art or music be recognized by anybody. In fact, all three of us were pretty confident from the start that Sun City Girls would never be officially recognized or analyzed in any musical history books and to this day, internet aside, that pretty much holds true. That's a great honor." -- Sir Richard Bishop (http://www.sweetpeareview.com/sweets5.html)

I was first introduced to the Sun City Girls in 2009 by a few music geeks on the internet and what I heard/saw changed the way I heard music and saw the world forever. The world of avant garde music was blasted wide open by this group of miscreants, like nothing before or after. They were the antithesis of everything popular culture and countless subcultures held dear, they literally didn't give a fuck. The group consisted of two brothers Alan and Richard Bishop and the late Charles Gocher Jr(RIP) and all of their alter-egos. These three men pushed the boundaries of music, art, satire and did so for over 20 years with almost no audience to speak of.

Growing up being into punk rock bands like the Dead Kennedys, Crass and Propagandhi, I was heavily moved by music with a political aspect to it, especially one espousing on the "ambiguous slime that shrouds their diabolical empire"(Sun City Girls - I Deal a Stick). Sun City Girls was all this and more: abrasive, satire laden, fuck you anti-music that nowadays would have the DHS/FBI/CIA/NSA and all their subsidiaries up your ass if you were making their kind of music.

"I am allowed to exist as a facade to our so called right to freedom of expression"

Their lyrics, while sometimes dense and hard to discern(praise Jah for this site: http://www.blastitude.com/suncitygirls/), are subversive, silly, offensive, but often poignant and eerily spot on with regard to the state of affairs today. Their catalog is so vast and rich with ripe riddles and winding lyrical jabs spat over each other like three drunken schizophrenics arguing politics, that even after many listens, a new nugget of verbal joy will hit your ears and you'll smile to yourself knowingly.

Where I thought punk rock pranks like the Dead Kennedys - Pull My Strings stunt(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pull_My_Strings) were wild and edgy, the Sun City Girls countered with THIS: 

"In September of 2004, Sun City Girls were asked to play at the Experience Music Project in Seattle as part of the Bumbershoot Festival. Sub Pop had recently approached SCG for a possible "best of" record release. Audience members included Sub Pop executives, families with strollers, etc. For some reason, SCG were never invited back."

The video really speaks for itself.

Then we have my favorite character: Uncle Jim. The crude, jaded cigarette and bourbon swilling(unassumingly so) uncle is the alter-ego of Alan, who has the ability to ramble on seemingly ad infinitum in a gonzo-journalistic manner that would make Hunter S. Thompsons head spin.  He appeared sporadically throughout the career of the Sun City Girls:

My favorite Uncle Jim rant of all time comes from the "Superstars of Greenwich Meantime" solo record(shouts to lyndon for transcribing):

"the lords of deception rule the skull chambers of homopathetica

that's mankind, you numbskull

with their legions of moles, patsies, experts, pundits, and scum crew
the western export culture farmers have roped in almost every corner of the globe

in their final push to convert your sorry ass soul into a strip mine, strip mall, strip tease, puke fuck, yes master,
esperanto, cemetery cyanide gas truck 

dumping cock tip stinging rave party to nowhere 

and you're the fucking star, cause you sure know it all 

and deserve access to every disposable toy their nooses lynch you into buying 

buying in all the way, that's right 

and you have meaning 

sure your life has meaning, it means nothing 

you wouldn't know cool if you were a charlie parker horn solo 

i don't even know how or why i can still get my dick up 

its a fucking miracle 

but i still got a hard on to fuck you maggots so far into the dirt 

that my prick gets raw just thinking about it 

yea but what the fuck do you know 

your too busy studying the shape of the odd smelling animal that's been shoved up your ass so you could locate a crow bar that could wedge it out 

good fucking luck."

The video above shows yet another aspect to the Sun City girls: Their videos. They used public access channels to broadcast their bizarre films, composed mostly of skits, live performance footage, flashes of old pornographic drawings from across the world for minutes at a time or pure debauchery caught on film. Highly entertaining to say the least. "The Halcyon Days of Symmetry" is my favorite, but most of them can be seen on youtube.

Aside from their lyrical content and visual art abilities, they also had the propensity to create genre-splitting music, both atonal "non-sense" to beautiful lullaby-esque instrumentals. Drawing influence from the early punk scene at first and after tossing that aside, taking on forms of music from around the world(they would eventually start the "Sublime Frequencies" music label that releases music from musicians around the world that we would never have heard of otherwise), like ragas, mock-country, free jazz/free improv, etc. Some of their most inspiring work comes from their instrumentals, like the incredible 34 minute, cosmos splitting raga based piece on the second disc of 330,003 Crossdressers From Beyond the Rig Veda titled "Ghost Ghat Tresspass / Sussmeier."

Throughout their daunting catalog there is beauty:

There's catchy, brilliant lyrical based tunes:

There's composed chaos:

and everything in between.

So why is this group of scraggly, unassuming white dudes important, you ask? Because, true believer, there has never been anything like them or ever will be. They have a catalog that rivals the size of Zappa's, a bottomless pit of creativity, necessary cynicism and the proverbial balls to basically do what the fuck ever. It's times like these that we need the Sun City Girls the most, a dissenting voice to ALL of the status quo. In our post-satire society, where every word is recorded, every nuance of behavior analyzed(yawning could mean you're a terrorist according to www.fbi.gov) and every thought kettled and seemingly manipulated by our surrounding colorful and shiny prison walls... now is the time we need artists like this to break us free from the mold that grows over us each and every day.