Minced Oaths cont’d
6. It was infection, not religion,
that led directly to circumcision,
proving once and for all,
that I was not Jesus.
7. I found myself mistakenly
sopping up the spilled bourbon
with my Neutral Milk Hotel t-shirt.
Many girls have worn that shirt in my bed,
but you’re the only one I miss in it.
8. I woke up to a web page about
caring for salamanders.
There’s a terrarium in the basement.
I don’t think she’s coming home.
9. She romanticized infidelity,
and second chances. Sundays,
she liked to cheat at the crossword,
and google loneliness.
10. It wasn’t that long ago that
a month was a long time.
I miss love songs and dance numbers.
Maybe that’s just something people say.
Oh Sweet Frances Bean, I Wish You the Best of Luck
The New York Times has an article this morning on the “arrival” of Frances Bean Cobain, as perhaps a fashion and pop icon. Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love’s daughter is all of 19-years-old, and this offensive article (more befitting of the TMZs of the world) is so frustratingly naïve and ignorant it makes me fear for the Times and the times. For example writer Austin Considine, who I’m assuming is a 15-year-old aspiring dancer/actor from Des Moines with a prestigious blog and a subscription to People, notes:
“Last night as we were all attempting to leave the office, we couldn’t pull ourselves away from our computer screens because we were too mesmerized by the new photos of Frances Bean Cobain,” wrote Alyssa Vingan on StyleCaster.com. “All of our fashion friends were tweeting up a storm about them, and it’s easy to see why.”
Indeed. Gone is the sweet round-faced teen of her 2008 pictorial for Harper’s Bazaar. Instead, her intense, pale stare hauntingly recalls her brilliant but troubled father, front man for Nirvana, who committed suicide in 1994, when she wasn’t yet 2. The stringy hair, self-possession and voluptuous pouting lips evoke a younger, wildly ambitious Ms. Love.”
What young Considine does in quoting the similarly naïve ignoramus Vingan, and noting Ms. Cobain’s aesthetic attributes she shares with her parents, is blissfully ignore the fact that the only thing that matters in her rise to pop prominence is her parents. A birth certificate, and not a person mesmerized Vingan and her cohorts. And more importantly, and intriguingly, and upsettingly, is whether or not Eddie Vedder’s daughter(s) would (or will) get this much attention. And the answer is: Fuck No. Because Eddie Vedder didn’t kill himself with a shotgun on April 4th, 1994.
3 Links & a Tune
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about grunge a lot lately. Here’s 3 Links & a Tune, the incredibly haunting rendition of Lead Belly’s “Where Did You Sleep Last Night” from Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged in New York.
- The most amazing baseball YouTube clip ever. A reminder of what a great sport it is. Also, dude ohhing and ahhing and awmanning while holding the camera is priceless.
- I don’t know what a Blu-Ray disc is, but The Big Lebowski is being released on it in two days, so I’m assuming the Blu-Ray will abide. Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man.
- There should be a rule: if you believe in creationism and intelligent design, and don’t believe Evolution has been proved, you can’t be the leader of the free world. Or own a car. Or shop at Target. Or eat raspberries. Or wear jeans. Or vote. Michelle Bachmann scares me.