peaches - i feel cream review

Sleazy sex, perverted powerplays and throbbing electronica?  No one does it better than Peaches.  On “I Feel Cream”, she doesn’t disappoint.  IFC finds the horny-Canadian-one whipping listeners into submission with a heaping side of raunch dressing, gritty beats and sexy synth-work sure to piss off church goin folk everywhere. 

Traditional Peaches electro-bangers like “Mommy Complex”, Read more

toleration is the root of damnation

Like being miserable?  Fancy yourself a long term unhappiness junkie, but not sure how to get your fix?  Think you’re not worthy of satisfaction?  Well step right up, I’ve got just the thing for ya.  It’s a little something I like to call ‘tolerance’.  Tolerance is the diabolical act of ‘putting up with’ something that doesn’t truly make you happy.  Tolerance is also the Read more

“i swear i’m not perverted”

It was the subject line to an email I received from my dear Christie.  She’s always been somewhat of a cultural archeologist for me, digging up all sorts of amazing music, artists, and random video clips buried within the world wide web.  This time she came bearing the gift of Renzo Razzetto’s “Achromic Instantanist” blog.  It features his surreal, sexually Read more

“sperm of the moment decisions”

Decisions based on an amplifed state of horniness, with no deference to logic, common sense, or long term emotional consequences.  See also “idiotic”, “foolish”, “not a good idea”.

the best thing about young girls

I’m incredibly blessed to have several young girls in my life.  I’m talking young.  Yes, you perverts, legal.  Also yes?  Y-o-u-n-g.  When I reflect on what makes these darling girls so amazing to me, one thing in particular leaps to mind.

Their hearts are still alive with the sound of dreaming.

When women (and people in general I suppose) reach a Read more

cash on naysayers, assholes and heathens

“It’s better to be ridiculed for doing something spectacular, than ignored for doing something mundane.”

-cash

high end jeweler voyeur - dirty hands

Working where I do gives me a strange voyeuristic opportunity.  As anyone who’s known Cash awhile can attest; I do loves me some voyeurism.  Having an office downtown surrounded by high end jewelers makes me privy to some interesting, oft disturbing (see my piece here) information.  For those of you who don’t share my disdain for the very concept of squandering thousands and thousands of dollars on rocks dug out of the ground, here’s something Read more

suffer in solitude, celebrate en masse

I spend a lot of time thinking about power.  How to obtain it.  How to maintain it.  So much of it has to do with perception.  Namely, other people’s perceptions of you.  The more positive their perception, the more power you will have achieved; within your social circle, within your life, within the world itself.  Why?  People are always drawn to positivity (see my piece here).  Positivity is popularity.  Popularity is one of the simplest indicators of power.

One of the easiest ways to enhance your life in this regard is to stop adhering to that age old maxim ‘misery loves company’.  Most people dread answering the phone to a crying or otherwise upset friend.  The reasons are threefold;  first, no one wants to know their friends are suffering.  If they’re truly a friend, you want them to be happy.  Duh.  Next, your friends’ moods usually Read more

“perfection has its price”

I’ve noticed a new ad campaign cropping up in Denver that has a very nefarious underbelly.  Stella Artois (one of my favorite beers) has a new slogan.

“Perfection has its price.”

Do you want to know what that price is?  YOUR SOUL!!!!!

Seriously though, the pursuit of “perfection” is the surest path to misery you can follow.

Back in high school, long before TGOC was a glimmer of brilliance in its daddy’s eye, I had a notebook.  This notebook was one half of a pair.  The other half was held by my best friend Adam.  In it?  What we considered our most important thoughts on life.  Our personal philosophies at the time.  Much of it was humourous nonsense and inside jokes intended to crack each other up.  Some of it was actually significant.  We would exchange these notebooks, keep them for a couple of weeks while jotting down our “brainy” sayings and observations, and then return them to each other for review and discussion.

One of my lifetime mantras came out of this experience: “perfection is the greatest sin.”

To begin, anytime someone actually achieves ‘perfection’ in a given realm, they’ve immediately opened the door for someone else to improve on their performance.  Think of the Olympics, world records, that ‘perfect girl’ who turned out to be an insufferable bitch, etc.

In this way, the concept is very similar to my thoughts on ‘the reality of superiority’.

My next point may surprise you.

Human beings, at least sub-consiciously, aren’t impressed with perfection.  In fact, they both fear and mistrust it.  A great point in the original “Matrix” movie was the explanation of how the matrix evolved.  It started out as a heavenly utopia for the enslaved.  This vision of existance was rejected by the humans, and had to be redone.  People like challenges, mystique, intrigue.  Perfection is banal at best, tedious and tiring at worst.

People are fascinated by mistakes, and they are often more endearing than a perfectly executed (fill in the blank with anything on earth).

One example from my own life?

Depeche Mode’s awesome Albuquerque fuck up.

More specifically, Dave Gahan’s awesome fuck up.  2001, Exciter Tour.  Cash travelled to New Mexico to see DM @ the Journal Pavillion.  The show, though typically impressive (I’ve seen Mode nine times across four states and five world tours), was absolutely normal in every way.

Then came “Enjoy The Silence”.

One of their greatest hits.

This is a song they’d been playing, and Dave had been singing, for over ten years.  All told, they’d probably performed ETS five thousand times.  As the second verse started, I realized something was amiss.  Dave was singing the wrong words.  Glancing at Martin Gore I saw a look of disdain that could have stopped an army.  Dave himself?   He started laughing uncontrollably.  So did we.  The roar of applause, laughter and head shaking, finger pointing mirth is something I doubt I’ll ever experience again.  They had to restart the track.  From what I’ve heard, a first in their (at the time) 21 year history.

The Alburquerque performance is the stuff of legend in DM fan circles.  To the dismay of everyone but the 10,000 lucky fans in attendance that fateful night?  No bootleg of it exists.

Had the show been played to ‘perfection’, it would be lost in my blur of Depeche Mode concert memories.  Instead?  Unforgettable.

The pursuit of perfection is a sickness.  Heal thyself, TGOC readers.  Seek only to constantly improve upon what you’ve already done, and you will be on the path to peace.

Fuck you, perfection.

project monogamy - part 2

I’ve been following the progress of my dear Erica’s pursuit of monogamy via random text messages.  See part 1 of the story here.

Now, a few updates to the tale: Read more

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