truck driving on the internet
Friday, March 01, 2002
ill rub your face off the earth and kill your familys children / like amityville and / drill the nerves in your cavity filling / my insanitys building...
dead in the middle of little italy, little did we know that we riddled to middlemen who didnt do diddly
dead in the middle of little italy, little did we know that we riddled to middlemen who didnt do diddly
Thursday, February 28, 2002
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The Capeman
Music: Paul Simon
Lyrics: Paul Simon & Derek Walcott
Book: Derek Walcott
The Capeman, originally conceived by Paul Simon as a musical in 1989 when he was working on the Rhythm of the Saints album, tells the story of Salvador Agron, one of New York City's most notorious killers. In August of 1959, sixteen-year-old Agron, a member of a street gang known as The Vampires, murdered two teenagers on a New York playground. He became known as the "Capeman" because he wore a long, vampire-like black cape with a red lining while committing the murders.
The musical begins with Agron's childhood in Puerto Rico, then follows his family's subsequent move to New York City and explores the boy's unhappy home life, including frequent encounters with his stepfather. Although he is originally more interested in girls than gangs, Agron joins The Vampires after they come to his rescue when he is attacked by another gang. Later, when a friend is badly beaten, The Vampires go out looking for revenge, and although they never locate the rival gang that did the beating, Salvador ends up stabbing two innocent boys to death. Soon captured and sentenced to death, Salvador claims to be unrepentant.
The second act begins with a reprieve. Salvador's death sentence has been commuted by Governor Rockefeller. Forced to serve his time, the angry young Salvador begins to undergo changes in prison. He begins to grow up, and eventually decides to turn his life around. He writes to his mother, saying "I'll take the evil in me and turn it into good." He begins to correspond with a native american woman named Wahzinak, and when his feelings for her turn to love, Salvador escapes to be with her, but after having a vision in the desert, he turns himself back in. Three years are added to his sentence, and Salvador quietly serves his time, finally emerging into an unforgiving world that he soon learns will always see him as The Capeman--no matter how much he may have changed while in prison. His mother, however, receives him with open arms and, as the musical comes to an end, she tells Salvador of a dream she had in which an angel allowed him into heaven.
The Capeman opened on January 29, 1998, with a cast that featured Marc Anthony (young Agron) and Ruben Blades (older Agron) and a libretto written by Nobel laureate Derek Walcott. However, audiences had to make their way through picket lines because certain members of the community were upset that Simon had chosen Agron for the subject of his play. They felt that the musical was glorifying the life of a murderer, and they were determined to make their opinion felt. In addition, the play was attacked by the critics, especially the New York Times which seemed to launch a campaign against the play. Perhaps hitting the nail on the head, one critic from New York magazine wrote:
"The outlaw as hero is a ticklish topic ... Robin Hood gains a lot by being a medieval legend rather than a modern-day reality ... With Salvador Agron, aka 'The Capeman', the problem intensifies. He is fact, not fiction."
In the end, people were simply not willing to accept Agron as their hero, and although the play proved popular with the hispanic community, their support was not enough to keep the musical open. The Capeman closed on March 28, 1998, after only 68 performances. The songs on the cast album are performed by Paul Simon himself, with a few appearances by members of the original Broadway cast.
Music: Paul Simon
Lyrics: Paul Simon & Derek Walcott
Book: Derek Walcott
The Capeman, originally conceived by Paul Simon as a musical in 1989 when he was working on the Rhythm of the Saints album, tells the story of Salvador Agron, one of New York City's most notorious killers. In August of 1959, sixteen-year-old Agron, a member of a street gang known as The Vampires, murdered two teenagers on a New York playground. He became known as the "Capeman" because he wore a long, vampire-like black cape with a red lining while committing the murders.
The musical begins with Agron's childhood in Puerto Rico, then follows his family's subsequent move to New York City and explores the boy's unhappy home life, including frequent encounters with his stepfather. Although he is originally more interested in girls than gangs, Agron joins The Vampires after they come to his rescue when he is attacked by another gang. Later, when a friend is badly beaten, The Vampires go out looking for revenge, and although they never locate the rival gang that did the beating, Salvador ends up stabbing two innocent boys to death. Soon captured and sentenced to death, Salvador claims to be unrepentant.
The second act begins with a reprieve. Salvador's death sentence has been commuted by Governor Rockefeller. Forced to serve his time, the angry young Salvador begins to undergo changes in prison. He begins to grow up, and eventually decides to turn his life around. He writes to his mother, saying "I'll take the evil in me and turn it into good." He begins to correspond with a native american woman named Wahzinak, and when his feelings for her turn to love, Salvador escapes to be with her, but after having a vision in the desert, he turns himself back in. Three years are added to his sentence, and Salvador quietly serves his time, finally emerging into an unforgiving world that he soon learns will always see him as The Capeman--no matter how much he may have changed while in prison. His mother, however, receives him with open arms and, as the musical comes to an end, she tells Salvador of a dream she had in which an angel allowed him into heaven.
The Capeman opened on January 29, 1998, with a cast that featured Marc Anthony (young Agron) and Ruben Blades (older Agron) and a libretto written by Nobel laureate Derek Walcott. However, audiences had to make their way through picket lines because certain members of the community were upset that Simon had chosen Agron for the subject of his play. They felt that the musical was glorifying the life of a murderer, and they were determined to make their opinion felt. In addition, the play was attacked by the critics, especially the New York Times which seemed to launch a campaign against the play. Perhaps hitting the nail on the head, one critic from New York magazine wrote:
"The outlaw as hero is a ticklish topic ... Robin Hood gains a lot by being a medieval legend rather than a modern-day reality ... With Salvador Agron, aka 'The Capeman', the problem intensifies. He is fact, not fiction."
In the end, people were simply not willing to accept Agron as their hero, and although the play proved popular with the hispanic community, their support was not enough to keep the musical open. The Capeman closed on March 28, 1998, after only 68 performances. The songs on the cast album are performed by Paul Simon himself, with a few appearances by members of the original Broadway cast.
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
Bjork gets Chuffed
Tuesday, February 26, 2002
Chicago Cubs outfielder Andre Dawson on being a role model: "I wan all them kids to do what I do, to look up to me. I wan all the kids to copulate me."
New Orleans Saint RB George Rogers when asked about the upcoming
season: "I want to rush for 1,000 or 1,500 yards, whichever comes first."
And, upon hearing Joe Jacobi of the 'Skins say: "I'd run over my own mother to win the Super Bowl," Matt Millen of the Raiders said: "To win, I'd run over Joe's Mom, too."
Torrin Polk, University of Houston receiver, on his coach, John Jenkins: "He treats us like men. He lets us wear earrings."
Football commentator and former player Joe Theismann, 1996: "Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein."
Senior basketball player at the University of Pittsburgh: "I'm going to graduate on time, no matter how long it takes."
Bill Peterson, a Florida State football coach: "You guys line up alphabetically by height." And "You guys pair up in groups of three, then line up in a circle."
Boxing promoter Dan Duva on Mike Tyson hooking up again with promoter
Don King: "Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton."
Stu Grimson, Chicago Blackhawks left wing, explaining why he keeps a color photo of himself above his locker: "That's so when I forget how to spell my name, I can still find my clothes."
Lou Duva, veteran boxing trainer, on the Spartan training regime of heavyweight Andrew Golota: "He's a guy who gets up at six o'clock in the morning regardless of what time it is."
Chuck Nevitt, North Carolina State basketball player, explaining to Coach Jim Valvano why he appeared nervous at practice: "My sister's expecting baby, and I don't know if I'm going to be an uncle or an aunt."
Frank Layden, Utah Jazz president, on a former player: "I told him, 'Son, what is it with you? Is it ignorance or apathy?' He said, 'Coach, I don't know and I don't care.'"
Shelby Metcalfe, basketball coach at Texas A&M, recounting what he told a player who received four F's and one D: "Son, looks to me like you're spending too much time on one subject."
Oiler coach Bum Phillips when asked by Bob Costas why he takes his wife on all the road trips, Phillips responded: "Because she is too dadgum ugly to kiss good-bye."
New Orleans Saint RB George Rogers when asked about the upcoming
season: "I want to rush for 1,000 or 1,500 yards, whichever comes first."
And, upon hearing Joe Jacobi of the 'Skins say: "I'd run over my own mother to win the Super Bowl," Matt Millen of the Raiders said: "To win, I'd run over Joe's Mom, too."
Torrin Polk, University of Houston receiver, on his coach, John Jenkins: "He treats us like men. He lets us wear earrings."
Football commentator and former player Joe Theismann, 1996: "Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein."
Senior basketball player at the University of Pittsburgh: "I'm going to graduate on time, no matter how long it takes."
Bill Peterson, a Florida State football coach: "You guys line up alphabetically by height." And "You guys pair up in groups of three, then line up in a circle."
Boxing promoter Dan Duva on Mike Tyson hooking up again with promoter
Don King: "Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton."
Stu Grimson, Chicago Blackhawks left wing, explaining why he keeps a color photo of himself above his locker: "That's so when I forget how to spell my name, I can still find my clothes."
Lou Duva, veteran boxing trainer, on the Spartan training regime of heavyweight Andrew Golota: "He's a guy who gets up at six o'clock in the morning regardless of what time it is."
Chuck Nevitt, North Carolina State basketball player, explaining to Coach Jim Valvano why he appeared nervous at practice: "My sister's expecting baby, and I don't know if I'm going to be an uncle or an aunt."
Frank Layden, Utah Jazz president, on a former player: "I told him, 'Son, what is it with you? Is it ignorance or apathy?' He said, 'Coach, I don't know and I don't care.'"
Shelby Metcalfe, basketball coach at Texas A&M, recounting what he told a player who received four F's and one D: "Son, looks to me like you're spending too much time on one subject."
Oiler coach Bum Phillips when asked by Bob Costas why he takes his wife on all the road trips, Phillips responded: "Because she is too dadgum ugly to kiss good-bye."
Ice Ice Baby
Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball"
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine -- All I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, You, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, Yo -- I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!
Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball"
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine -- All I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, You, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, Yo -- I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!
Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Monday, February 25, 2002
Saturday, Feb. 23, 2002
Paging Through Kurt Cobain's Diaries
A new book reveals the person behind the Nirvana frontman
BY REBECCA WINTERS
Publishers got a sneak peak last week at the journals of former Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain, placed up for auction by his widow, Courtney Love, and widely expected to become a best-seller. Publishing insiders who have read excerpts from Cobain's 23 notebooks, about 800 pages written over several years, tell TIME the early buzz is warranted. The diaries include a handwritten draft of lyrics to Cobain's generation-defining single, "Smells Like Teen Spirit," with verses crossed out and circled. Cobain obsessively lists his 50 favorite CDs during various periods, often naming albums by fellow Seattleites the Melvins. There are also letters ? to bandmates, to lovers, even a note firing the band's first drummer.
Publishing sources describe the diaries as an intimate look at an artist who cherished his privacy. Says one, "I got a sense of him as a businessman, as a writer. His personality came through powerfully."
Several passages reflect Cobain's well-documented heroin addiction and bouts of depression (he committed suicide in 1994). Others ? like a huffy list of band rules ? reveal the surprising ambition of an artist who popularized a genre ? grunge ? that scorned popular success. ? reported by Andrea Sachs
Paging Through Kurt Cobain's Diaries
A new book reveals the person behind the Nirvana frontman
BY REBECCA WINTERS
Publishers got a sneak peak last week at the journals of former Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain, placed up for auction by his widow, Courtney Love, and widely expected to become a best-seller. Publishing insiders who have read excerpts from Cobain's 23 notebooks, about 800 pages written over several years, tell TIME the early buzz is warranted. The diaries include a handwritten draft of lyrics to Cobain's generation-defining single, "Smells Like Teen Spirit," with verses crossed out and circled. Cobain obsessively lists his 50 favorite CDs during various periods, often naming albums by fellow Seattleites the Melvins. There are also letters ? to bandmates, to lovers, even a note firing the band's first drummer.
Publishing sources describe the diaries as an intimate look at an artist who cherished his privacy. Says one, "I got a sense of him as a businessman, as a writer. His personality came through powerfully."
Several passages reflect Cobain's well-documented heroin addiction and bouts of depression (he committed suicide in 1994). Others ? like a huffy list of band rules ? reveal the surprising ambition of an artist who popularized a genre ? grunge ? that scorned popular success. ? reported by Andrea Sachs
