Pop Thoughts and Telephone Ideas

Dear Future Folk Fucks,
today I was surfing the radio looking for soothing sounds. I caught a couple goodies, then some sappy stuff, then I realized Michael Jackson owes his life to QUINCY JONES. Then I was listening to REM "Losing my Religion", and I remember liking it less than I used to, because I paid more attention to the lyrics, and really they are very whiny. Don't get me wrong- whining has its place, because after all life is very fucked. But that place is in your therapist's office, or on the phone with a friend or for being overly direct with a flakey stranger. I do not see it as necessary when I am pumping my jams crusin down the highway. Once again don't get me wrong- I like dark music, I like very dark music, but if its good it usually has a twist that either is so fucked up its psychotic or ironic. Case in point- next station next song I found "Daughter" by Pearl Jam, which I was totally digging- because even though the subject of the song isn't fit to be called "daughter" to some genetic father, it is all addressed with a very subtle tongue in cheek irony- not to mention Eddie Vedder is pretending to be a girl. But more important is that subtle irony that stabs the firmament of the eternal in tragic art.


On another note: I had an idea for Rod's proposed telephone game which is if someone is down to produce a beat I would try to "spit some raps". We could just agree on a bpm and I could email my acapella vocal to a willing mixmaster...if i can dooo it. In fact I could try the same thing with a improvisational guitar track(?) hit me up peeps