Thursday, August 14, 2003

Insane Clown Posse responds to their being named Worst Band
of All Time:

"Once again, Insane Clown Posse is proven yet again
to be the most player-hated band of all time. Blender
Magazine decided to have a review of the Top 50 Worst
Band of All Time. And, naturally, ICP made nothing
short of #1 on their list, with The Wraith as their
worst album.

Honestly, how much do these 12-year vets-of-the-game
have to accomplish to get recognized by mainstream
media? They've got 2 Platinum Records, 4 Gold Records,
1 Gold Home Video (from their own feature-length movie
Big Money Hustlas), another Gold DVD right around the
corner (Bootlegged in LA), their own merchandise line
(HatchetGear), their own record label (Psychopathic
Records) with offices in the USA and Europe, an annual
fan convention (The Gathering of the Juggalos), the #2
wrestling league (JCW), an upcoming video game (Backyard
Wrestling), their own comic book series, and, of course,
legions of dedicated, diehard, worldwide fans (The
Juggalos). They've brought themselves up from nothing
to become an international musical phenomena, and yet,
somehow, they still get no respect from fine mainstream
publications such as Blender Magazine."
[I've heard them, & in the immortal words of J R
Compton, they "suck great green donkey dicks'.]

Listening to: Wanda Jackson--
"I've been to Nagasaki
Hiroshima too
the thing I did to them baby
I can do to you" ("Fujiyama Mama")

It is less wrong to dress up to write a poem
than to dress up for readings. At least that marks
the real occasion.

Better to write down bare metaphors than force a
poem where the first line hasn't spoken itself.

It will be real progress (for us!) when as much
of human knowledge is in people's heads as it was
in the 18th century.

Looking at someone, i can pretty much imagine that
they are what i would be if born into their conditions
& circumstance. But the moment they begin to speak,
my imagining fails.

Why do we poets fear a future without criticism when
all the best poems were written when there was none?

Why is it harder to forget my art ambitions than
my chess ambitions? Because art never humiliated me--
my failures i kept secret even from myself.

Rimbaud gave us a formula--an easy formula--for
making art. "Live excessively, & your art will be
intense." But excessively-living sheep merely
produce mediocre art that is messy.

Perhaps the most entertaining artist to emerge from the
90's Swing Revival.

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