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yesterday, TMYLM spent lots of time being outraged, shocked, and variously consumed by dreams of cannibalism.  as letters to aig provoke strong reactions across the aisle, we got to thinking about the holiday of passover thats a-coming up for us jews.  if we can argue that pesach represented a perfect embodied example of proletarian revolution: the leaving in the dust, literally, of the accumulated capital of the egyptian empire and rising up in a strike to cross the river where labor was not converted to surplus value (hence the unleavened bread), we may offer in rejoinder: where’s our embodied revolt?  the perfect thing about pesach was its insistence on the non-ethnic divide of the egyptians and hebrews (remember that moses was, early 90s multiculti speaking, an egpytian although by blood a hebrew!) but rather class divide - class that could only be experienced through slave labor.  in every other biblical story, it’s an ethnic problem that causes bloodlust and suffering. in todays america the raped, however, the sitch is quite different, but bodies and slaves are no minor players in the creation and growth of the credit market.  We must reconsume the credit markets, for their speculation consumes us all.

Upstairs: Patti Smith singing “You Light Up My Life” on the perfectly named show, “Kids are People Too.”   Love the riff on punk not being a commodity. Hee.

SO… its really is becoming desperate out there. While the country burns, Obama fiddles with the knobs on his well-tuned neoliberal joke machine.  All is revealed for what it is, the cannibals roaming around - don’t they know they need to come home?  It may be raining, but there’s a rainbow above you.

Desperado - Langley Schools Music Project

Desperado - Johnny Cash

Radio Masala has some amazing shows/mixes up lately. Heard this jammie in one of them and searched high and low fer the track. Here it is.

Wilman de Jesus - Walk Like an Egyptian

via the bizarre Indian blog, Movie Duniya. Check also the bombay remix of the song on that link.

Welcome to Donkey Disco - the final days of the campaign.  First we go from a stale debate (which your correspondent couldn’t avoid) to a genuinely funny one where, nevermind the winner (McCain), the general consensus is that our first black president will inherit our tremendous financial collapse.  What is there to do but to rejoice that some kind of change is gonna come, and to be happy for the good things we have in life (namely, girls?).

Eleni Mandell starts off todays discussion.. A seemingly chickrock song actually is a pretty provocative digression on obsession and nostalgia, a welcome theme thats infected both sides (unfortunately, there are only two) in the election.  Baby Huey picks it up next with a psychedelic masterpiece version of the classic song.  We can only hope the candidates have as much sense as this tweaked out freakface.

I wonder how you feel when you kiss on election night?

Eleni Mandell - Girls

Baby Huey - A Change Is Gonna Come

Ok hai - we’re back.  Though many vacations and ups-and-downs have taken us, your resident geniuses, away from the computer, we thought we’d take the opportunity of this economic mindfuck to shoot you some songs detailing the economic relationships embiggening this perfectly cromulent country.

In the first, from the Republican aisle, TI enjoins the banks, indeed the financial institutions glueing this country together to do Whatever They Like.  Yes, they can have whatever they like.  They can go wherever you like.  TI will be there to bail them out: just pick up the telephone, Goldman Sachs, you want your $5 million dollar home?  You can do whatever you like, do the infectious beats and catchy hooks not convey this financial bailout to you?

BUT WAIT… doth exclaim Timberland & Little Lord Fauntleroy, darling butterflies of the revolution.  They are problematizing this distinction of the banks/commerce society AND the government on the one hand!  In this song, the US Government recognizes that they smashed the economy apart - and they’re a’gonna put it back together!  Through the pounding bassline, the fiction of the economic neoliberalist empire is revealed; indeed, the commerical industries are seen to ask, plaintively, to get the direction from you. Lets IMMERSE together, they shout in unison.

Well, we need a mediator.  And who’s a better mediator than a woman?  Eva Ayllon steps in (who wants to go with me to the show in November at Carnegie Hall?) to enjoin us that when the hour arrives, one must break up.  Time was good - oh, times woz very good - but in all the streets, listen to our voices, its time to just separate! Ultimately, government, the market loves you!

TI - Whatever You Like

Timbaland ft James Fauntleroy - Back Together

Eva Ayllon - Cuando Llegue La Hora

Spring makes us jump for joy, it really does, and as our neighborhood(ies) experience tons of growth, we have only to celebrate, count down the moments till that godforsaken spring break descends on us and listen to these fun, dancey songs.

Estelle - No Substitute Love
Fruko - El Preso

Spring beckons and TMYLM follows eagerly, abandoning multiday posting for whoa-whoa-whoa multistage-hidden identity assistant-magician tricks, school, family and friends experiences. Yes, the buds are out on the tree and you know what that calls for: some of the tweest shit you’ve heard in a while. So decalcify your espresso machine and listen to our songs (if you can avoid the various sex scandals)

Plants and Animals - Bye Bye Bye
White Rabbits - While We Go Dancing
Marianne Faithfull - Working Class Hero

Listen, we at TMYLM are quite lazy, but it doesn’t mean that we can’t appreciate when others are not lazy.  So (So) it comes as no surprise that we had to link to a double-plus-ungood unlazy link.  Its a page of covers of Leonard Cohen’s incredible Hallelujah.

My Old Kentucky Blog - Hallelujah Covers (Updated)

Fine, so we won’t bother you with more hilarious posts from the TSA’s blog (but for the diehard: today a post intended to laud the blogosphere for their hard work turns into a total asskicking. brilliant) but instead turn your precious attention, inspired by some random Spivak wandering, to the postcolonial realities encapsulated by this song. Wrought from the soundtrack to King of Scotland, a movie whose pretensions to antiracism actually amount to painting its idealist white lead as savior (with long hair no less), this song nevertheless shows us how music is able to travel much more than any kind of bullshit philosophizing.

Angela Kalule - Me and Bobby McGee