Subject:
have u ever noticed?
Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 22:44:37 +0100
From: "Palo Kazimir" <funksoulxl@hotmail.com>
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
Hi,
I've already posted this onto several disc. boards, but anyways, maybeU could be
of some help.
Well,
in the song Yellow Submarine, there are these funny sailors voices as u know
(officially credited as John and Paul) shouting all this nonsense, but among
them you can hear one guy saying something like "Moshtemi vileezhat".
This comes in at 1:34; it's a nasal, fast-speaking voice, pretty distinct from
the other voices in that part of the song (those I WOULD credit to J or P).But, and Im not kiddin you, this weird voice actually says "U can
lick my [ass]", only that he says it in the Slovak language. The sound in
Slovak transcribes to "Mozte mi vylizat", which really means what I
said: "U can lick my [ass]".
Ive
always wondered who the hell that could be. It simply cant be anyone of the
Beatles, as they dont speak Slovak:). Perhaps a studio engineer having
immigrated from Czechoslovakia and voicing his true opinion on the political
regime he had managed to escape? If that’s the case, what a lucky guy, coz
this is really funny and lots of people in my country have had a good laugh
about this, especially back then in communism. Plus it’s a real honour as he
may have been the only foreigner to actually appear in a Beatles recording,
except for Yoko I guess:-|
So,
I know this is an odd issue, but any idea about who that voice belongs to?
PS
If u cant help me, please feel free to forward this question to anyone
knowledgeable. But please do not accuse me (as a couple of people on the net
already did) of any sort of "hearing things", beatle-mysticism,
ignorance of the Beatles' recording techniques, ignorance of the basic beatles
facts, pro-western propaganda, etc, etc...:-) Thank U,
Paladin
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Subject:
An Observation
Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 00:55:09 EST
From: DDBLaLuna1@aol.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
This
evening driving home from work I stop at an intersection not far from
home to wait for a freight train to pass so I can continue on my way. An occurrence
that I usually find frustrating, as I can't wait to arrive home
to see my wife,Patty ,and have a nice dinner.
Next
to me on my right pulls up a White, battered ,1991,Mustang
convertible. Behind the wheel sits a young woman in her early to mid
twenties. As we exchange glances and a quick smile I notice she is happily
keeping time to the music coming out of the speakers in the Mustang.
Boppin'
to the Beat.
I
can barely hear the tune as I have my own radio tuned to the local NPR
affiliate,but the bass line is unmistakable.
Duh
duhduh duhduh duhduh duhda ! da !
I
turn down my radio to be certain, and yes, it's Brown Sugar . The Rolling
Stones hit from the 1971 album Sticky Fingers. Surely one of my favorite
Stones albums with the songs that hold some indelible memories for me.
In that period, amongst other popular groups and singers, The Stones were it
for me.
As
I continue my sideward observation, my audio voyeurism, a thought strikes
me.
Here
it is in the year 2001. Someone in her twenties is getting off to a song
popular 30 years ago. A song that was popular 10 years prior to her birth.
In the year 1971 I was 24 years old. I would have no more been listening to
the popular music of 1941 than I would have cut my shoulder length hair.
Sure,
I listened to "old music". I loved the blues of Muddy
Waters, Howlin' Wolf ,etc.
I listened to Cisco Houston and Woody and the other folk greats of the 30s40s and 50s.
but to many people of my generation that was still considered
popular music of our time.
The
music that was popular on the radio, the dance music of the late 30s and
early 40s was Swing. It was Jazz. It was the music of Louis Armstrong and
Ella Fitzgerald , Benny Goodman and a parade of others too numerous ,and for
me, as yet undiscovered to mention.
I
had to wait until the late 80s.as I was getting into my 40s to begin to
appreciate this music.
The
reasons for this aren't important. Let's just chalk it up to
"deafness".
But
at least now as I'm 53 years old I can sit behind the wheel of my 13
year
old Cadillac, next to the twenty something girl in her 10 year old Mustangand
bop to Louis and Ella dueting on "Let's Call The Whole Thing Off".
I'm
glad I had to wait for that train to pass.
DDB
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Subject: Weird Xmas Eve...
Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 16:31:21 EST
From: JonnyOfMunchkin@aol.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
Hahahaha, that is so funny! I have to study a Miles Davis
piece for my Music A-Level over in the UK, so I might just show that to my
teacher, see what he says! Thanks for having such a cool article on the site,
Yours
Jonny Roberts
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Subject:
Garcia?
Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2001 14:01:20 EST
From: GrateMGL@aol.com To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
hey,
Man, I really enjoy reading all your exploits with those hip people in the60's. So,
thanks for writing all of it. Things seemed liked they moved a lotfaster in
those days. As I'm 22, I find myself in the din of the year 2001.Not nearly
as combustial as the times you've described. There is a lack ofenergy in my
generation. And the energy that is there is focused in a morevengeful way
and that is not particularly good.
Anyways,
I remember reading a while ago an article you wrote that dealt withJerry
Garcia. Where could one find that if it was written by you. Sometimesthis
computer finds things and it gets hard to get back. If you could pointme in the
right direction. Thanks, and thanks again for all the wonderfulwritings. Be
well.
Matthew
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Subject:
Time for a laugh. Hunter Thompson is willing
Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2000 02:13:51 -0600
From: jo grant <jgrant@bookzen.com>
To: <Librarian@bookzen.com>
http://espn.go.com/page2/s/thompson/001211.html
State
of disgrace
By
Hunter S. Thompson
The
incredible dumbness of Sportswriters is a subject I thought I'dexhausted a
long time ago -- but let's hit it one more time, just for thefun of it.
... I have described them as "a rude & brainless subculture offascist
drunks" and "more disgusting by nature than maggots oozing out ofthe carcass
of a dead animal. ..."
But
they keep coming back for more, like pimps & real-estate agents, & ondays like
this I run out of patience. ... I have explained many times that I
am, by Profession, a Gambler -- not some jock-sniffing nerd or a hired humansquawk-box
with the brain of a one-cell animal. No. That would be youraverage
career sportswriter -- and, more specifically, a full-time Baseballwriter.
OK,
how's that for Rudeness? I can Play in this league. I don't like it --but when my
own editors at ESPN start asking me to get outraged about theHuge
Salaries being paid these days to Baseball Pitchers -- instead of the
truly Insane high-stakes Gambling that is going on right now in our nationalPolitical
Arena -- I know how Thomas Jefferson felt when he said, "I fearfor the fate
of my country when I reflect that God is Just."As for
Pitchers, they are as useless as tits on a boar-hog & should all beput to
sleep. Baseball's only hope for survival is the elimination of the"pitcher"
position completely. (see "Hey, Rube" on Nov 6, 2000.)
The
cure for White House Disease is not so simple. It is like a combinationof Blueballs
& malaria, an interminable Fever that is always Incurable &often Fatal.
The symptoms are blindness, freezing, sweating, weeping &delusions of
suffering beyond Death.
Hell,
a Presidential Candidate could barely buy Pittsburgh for $170 Million.
...
Let's face it: : The only true Blood-Sport in this country is high-end, Politics.
You can dabble in Sports or the Stock Markets, but when you startlusting
after the White House, The Joke is Over. These are the realGamblers,
& there is nothing they won't do to win.
Nothing
involving jock straps or sports bras will ever come close to it fordrama,
violence, savagery & over-weaning lust for the spoils of victory. ...
The Presidency of the United States is the richest & most powerful prize inthe history
of the World. The difference between winning the Super Bowl &winning the
White House is the difference between a Goldfish & a vault fullof Gold
bars.
The
very heart of the American electoral system now seems to be cracking.
... This is like a Super Bowl that goes into 99 scoreless overtimes, or anight when
the sun never sets. Even Congress is preparing for TrenchWarfare: The
GOP leadership is now daring Clinton to try to pass a Spending 7Bill before
the year ends. That would paralyze the Nation & prevent allpayments for
anything by the Federal Government. It is reminiscent ofPolitical
events that occurred just before the start of the Civil War. ...
Beware. There might be no Super Bowl this year.
It
is no accident that this vicious mess has come to a head in Florida. Iknow the
state well. Florida has been very good to me in many wild &beautiful
ways that still make my whole body hum when I think about them.
... I know Tallahassee & I know Palm Beach. I have run amok in Naples &suffered
terrible boat crashes in the waters off Miami & the treacherouschannels of
Key West. ... I have run aground at midnight on sandbars far outin the
ocean; I have lost control of my boat in many posh marinas & beenrescued at
sea by the Coast Guard so often that they came to recognize myvoice on the
short-wave radio. I have known great happiness in Florida & Istill have a
certain love for it.
But I also
know it to be the most corrupt & profoundly degenerate state inthe Union.
So many of its elected officials are so openly For Sale thatpolitics in
Florida is more like an auction than a democratic process. ItsCongressmen
have been jailed for Felony Fraud & its Senators have routinelycommitted
more heinous crimes than Richard Nixon was ever accused of. ...More murders
& rapes go unreported in Florida each year than in Corsica &Sicily
combined. The state has no Income Tax & essentially no Law. Itscities are
ruled by Depraved sots & its Universities are snake-pits ofcheating
& random sex in Public. The libraries are filled withBeer-Drunkards
looking for Skull sessions & beautiful girls who are proud &Eager to
oblige them. Oral sex is more common on the streets of Miami in thedaylight
hours than anywhere else in America.
Rude
people will now & then ask me why I think I know so much aboutPolitics. I
tell them it's because I'm Smart. ... But that is a lie: Thereal reason
is because I'm an incurable Gambling addict.
The
gambling habit is no different from any other acquired addiction (Crack,Nicotine,
Flogging, Lying, etc.) -- in that there are always two (2) verydifferent
types of addicts, the User & the Binger. The binge gambler isdoomed from
the start & so is a binge Flogger, like the infamous Marquis deSade.
It
was not the Vice, but the Binge, that destroyed him. If de Sade hadlearned
Moderation -- if he could have kept his brutal Floggings down to oneor two a
week, even three -- the cops might have left him alone. But no, theMarquis
wouldn't listen, so his legacy was to go down as the most ViciousPervert in
history.
At
least people are still interested in de Sade's crazed excesses. ... AlGore will
not be so lucky. He was Wrong from the Start & will forever beknown as
"the Loser" of the doomed 2000 Election. Bush is an Unhappy winner.He will be
beaten like a rat in a waste-basket & he will age 14 years in thenext Four.
The
Bush family has already Corrupted the Presidency & the U.S. SupremeCourt.
Millions of Americans will never again be Confident that their votewill be
counted in any election. All we need now is the squalid Spectacle ofJeb Bush on
TV, saying "I am Not a Crook."
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Dr. Hunter S. Thompson's books include Hell's Angels, Fear andLoathing in
Las Vegas, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72, TheProud
Highway, Better Than Sexand The
Rum Diary. His new book, Fear andLoathing in
America, has just been released. A regular contributor tovarious
national and international publications, Thompson now lives in afortified
compound near Aspen, Colo. ##
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