A Theory about Race, Personality, and Civilizational Trajectory with Assistance from Spengler, Schopenhauer, and Nietzsche

A great new and very long comment from someone who is apparently a new commenter. A fascinating theory about race and personality and how they tie in with civilizational trajectories, be they forward, backward, or flat. He utilizes and owes a debt to Spengler first, then Schopenhauer, and last Nietzsche to help flesh out his theory.

I’d really like to see what you all think of this post. Please feel free to comment if you can make it through and figure out what he’s talking about. It’s a bit dense but it’s not really that complicated and a lot of you ought to be able to understand it pretty well.

Brian: This is a theory that’s been turning around in my head for around a decade, and I won’t go over every detail, just the gist of it, since to think out every caveat would take too long, and it’s not like a primary interest of research for me, but suffice it to say there is Spenglerian influence here, and through him, Nietzschean and Schopenhauerian influence. I’ve often called it the “I think we’re turning Japanese” theory.

The idea here is that Whites are in the middle of a spectrum between Blacks and Asians, where Blacks are the most chaotic, as you say, and Asians are the most orderly and staid, personified by the Spock stereotype.

The Germanic peoples, who pretty much seeded all of Europe during the Migration and Viking period, were, 2000 years ago during Rome’s heyday, barbarians, quite wild, living for the day, warring with each other to the point where, aside from the Battle of Teutoborg Forest, they could not unite with each other to fight a common enemy, which made them easy pickings for Rome.

The Celtic culture never took off into a high civilization due mainly to the Roman conquests of Gaul and Iberia and also of much of Britain, which eliminated the source-lands and most of the territory in which the Celtic culture had grown. So the civilization that arose after the collapse of the western portion of the empire was seminally Germanic: even France is heavily Germanic (land of the Franks), though it lies in between the more fully Germanic Northern Europe and the more Mediterranean Southern Europe.

Through the Dark Ages and High Middle Ages, the tribal polities of Northern Europe gradually coalesced into larger nations with, it must be stated, the help of the stabilizing factor of the Catholic Church. And by the Renaissance, Europe was becoming, artistically and intellectually, the most dynamic place in the world so that by Early Modern times, European art and science had eclipsed anything that had previously existed in the world.

Note how Asians beat Europeans in math and science in terms of raw ability, but Europeans have produced more than the Asians, which led to the core Asian lands (mainly China, Japan, and Korea) being not directly colonized by European empires but certainly feeling colonialism’s effects and even, especially for China, its boot heels. From the wild and more primitive European stock of two millennia ago eventually arose a civilization more advanced than what Asia had produced over thousands of years.

I suggest that the reason for this was that, although primitive, the Germanic peoples were also like a ball of energy that, if properly tamed, which of course means diminishing some of their raw energy, could produce an explosion of civilizational progress, and this taming is exactly what happened over the course of the Medieval Period.

The Church was a great factor, with its universalist vision of all reality being centered on a single thing, i.e. God (basically it’s a rational vision of the cosmos as opposed to a fragmentary and irrational understanding of it).

But another factor in this shift is likely social selection.

Over that 1,500 years of interaction with Rome and then of forging their own kingdoms after the constant interference from Rome had ended with the collapse of the western part of the Empire, European societies were able to grow into nations, become more complex and therefore more demanding about the intellectual demands on their own people and, whether through sexual selection initiated by women or through some other factor, began “weeding out” those who were too dumb or wild from the gene pool.

So by around 1500-1600, there existed a civilization with much of the raw energy of a primitive people but now harnessed and directed to intellectual and artistic ends, ready to make a gigantic mark on the world.

The point is that primitive peoples are like stores of raw energy or pools of potential that can, in the right circumstances, be transformed into a flourishing of civilization that even outdoes what groups with higher (or previously higher) IQ’s have accomplished. The white IQ might have increased during that transition from tribal chieftainships to modern states, with the selection pressures that such a transition brings.

Spengler believed that Western civilization was becoming old and sclerotic, ready either to dissipate or, like East Asia, ossify for a very long time, its main ideas having already mostly been expressed. He saw Russia as the next civilization to rise, since it was in that nether phase of being quite brutal compared to Western Europe and its descendant nations overseas, but nevertheless already being quite tamed.

Perhaps this explains why Europe, for centuries, has had a visceral fear of Russia, from the Great Game in the 19th century to the Nazi invasion and destruction of the country down to the present-day Establishment fear of Russia and Putin. Perhaps there is a sense that if Russia can break free of the West and get its act together, its potential is great, and in time – centuries perhaps – Russia could eclipse the ever-more sclerotic West.

But even more long-term, if this theory is correct, I can see Latin America rising as a major civilization. It would have to go through centuries of real nationbuilding first as Europe did in the Dark Ages and High Medieval Period into the Renaissance, but there is certainly great natural vigor among Latin American peoples, already somewhat tempered by the widespread infusion of Spanish and Portuguese (not to mention some German and other European) genes in those populations.

Perhaps in a millennium, when the raw potential has been converted into actionable works through a combination of genetic selection and cultural controls, Latin America will be a great civilization offering new artistic and scientific insights to the world and perhaps being expansionist, as civilizations born of wild people getting their act together tend to be. There seems to be a golden mean when a people is no longer too primitive but not yet too domesticated when that people makes its mark.

Which brings me to Africa. Africa today is comparable to Germania in Roman times: getting the first inklings of advanced civilization from the West, which had often mistreated it, and struggling to form real nations in the face of their own enormous divisions and external interference. Africans are chaotic but also wildly creative, especially musically – and music is the closest thing to the human Will or Engine of Life, as Schopenhauer teaches.

Africa in the coming centuries and millennia could go through a filtering that eliminates from the gene pool many of the wildest elements, for example through frequent warfare and sexual selection by women who demand more intelligent mates, as it becomes obvious that the trajectory of society is toward greater complexity.

The continued presence of Christianity and Islam are likely also beneficial for taming the most wild spirit of Africa, whose people are truly at present the most primal version of mankind. But in the intervening centuries or millennia some new religion might come along in Africa as shape the minds of the people as Christianity did to the Europeans during Roman times.

I would think that the Africans, in maybe a millennium or two, after the Slavic nations and the Latin American peoples have “come online” so to speak in the procession of great civilizations, could become the culmination of human civilization, since they are starting with the most raw energy that, were it tamed, would entail the greatest outpouring of intellectual and artistic – i.e. civilizational – creativity that humans could produce.

But a great deal of selection pressure and cultural maturation would be required before this could happen.

Later this century, Africans are expected to comprise ~40% of the global population and with demographic decline occurring in many of the advanced countries, the West could be swamped with Africans and could, over time, even dissipate as a distinct culture. This event would be comparable to the barbarians overwhelming the western portion of the Roman Empire and precipitating the Dark Ages.

But this fits not only my thesis but also the Spenglerian model to which it is mostly in debt. The ensuing collapse of the West could be the opening that Slavic nations need in order to truly rise and express themselves fully. The development of Africa into a high civilization is a process I expect to take many centuries amid the vicissitudes of other civilizations rising and falling.

As for current White civilization which is headed by “The West” or those nations descended from or heavily influenced by the Germanic peoples, I think we are turning Japanese. We are past the Golden Middle Period and into a period where much of our primal nature remains but is channeled by genetic and cultural discipline and we are in effect slowly evolving into more staid, quiet, competitive – i.e. more Asian-like – peoples.

You can see it with the younger generations who are subject to far more social controls than even I was when younger, and I am not that old. The younger generations seem socially skittish, often autistic, and very different from kids even thirty years ago. Of course much of this is due to technology, but much is also due to our societies becoming increasingly rule-based and micromanaged.

And it is our culture itself that is insisting on this bureaucratization and rationalization of social life, with technology being merely a tool to push this cultural tendency forward.

As one final note, my theory might not work if indeed the different personality types and intelligence levels of the major races cannot change over a millennium or two in such a way that a wilder and less intelligent race can be pared down through social selection to a more disciplined and intelligent race.

If this is not a long enough span of time for such a transition to unfold, then the rise of the Northern and Western European peoples from tribal barbarians 2,000 years ago to the epitome of civilization just a few centuries ago was not due to a lack of enough intelligence to produce such a civilization.

Instead it occurred because this spark already existed during the Roman Empire, except that its expression was limited by a lack of social development until those cultural constraints needed to mold it into an advanced civilization had taken shape.

If this was true, then difference between the primitive culture and the high civilization it became was sociocultural, not genetic.

But even if this were true, it could mean that Africa could still rise as a high civilization, only that it will take longer, since a lot of not sexual but social selection would have to occur in order for this to happen.

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Alt Left: Pixies, “Where Is My Mind?”

Remember this great song from that awesome movie Fight Club? Wow, too much, man. The footage in this video is from another great movie, Trainspotting, which unfortunately I have not yet seen!

Pixies, a great late 80’s-90’s band. Described as Alternative, but I always thought they had a punk sound about them. Oh well, let’s call it post-punk and make it a day, ok? From their first album in 1988, Surfer Rosa. I think I remember hearing them for the first time in the early 90’s. See? Now here I am, nostalgic for the Goddamned 1990’s! WTH.

It must have been that great music. Couldn’t have been much else. Bill Clinton was president busy trying to be a Republican and triangulating his way to compromise after compromise with the Republicans. The decade when this clown issues his famous last words, “The era of big government is over” and “This is the end of welfare as we know it.” Remember NAFTA?

Obligatory political rant having nothing whatsoever to do with the video as usual follows:

Sometimes I think the best propagandists for Republicans are Democrats. The Republicans are always screaming, “The Democrats are stealing our ideas!” I agree that’s disgusting, but from the Republicans’ point of view, why does it matter, other than for vanity? I don’t get it. They’ve always got to be in the limelight?

The US of course wrote the book on shitty politics. And the way this particular atrocity of shitty politics goes is:

  1.  Republicans come up with some awful, shitty, and ultimately sad idea.
  2.  They pound it into the peoples’ head, Goebbels-style for however long it takes until habituation is achieved and the people salivate when the year the Republican bell sound.
  3.  Democrats come along and decide that the reason they are losing is because they don’t act like Republicans enough. Yeah I know? Dumb or what?
  4.  The living abortion called the DNC is spawned from Satan. Their motto, “We’re just like the Republicans, only cooler and not as square! We’re Number 2. We try harder. But please vote for us anyway. Vote for us, the fake Republicans. Please don’t be fooled and vote for the real deal.”
  5.  Democrat achieves Presidency back when we had fair elections.
  6.  Rightwing hate-storm steams up.
  7.  Democrat spends four years denying he’s a Democrat and insisting he’s really a Republican after all. Takes a bunch of the Republicans worst Big Lies, whittles them down a bit, draws cute things on them, and gaslights us by call them niceness and liberalism, and then actually implements these atrocities.
  8.  Then in the mid-terms the people decide that if there’s a choice between the fake Republicans called Democrats and the real Republicans called Republicans, why buy a fake when the real thing’s better and costs less? They vote for the real thing.
  9.  After the mid-term shellacking, the Democrats conclude (Again!) that they didn’t act like Republicans enough, so they bring in (((fakester))) Republicans pretending to Democrats like (((Tricky Dicky Morris))), triangulate away trying to split the difference between good and evil by acting evil half the time (!), thereby making their own people hate their guts, while the Republicans just keep hating them anyway.
  10.  The Republicans see how the Democrats nicened up some awful Republican idea and complain about policy plagiarism, then, because they must always be to the right of the Democrats, move the Overton Window to the right again. The things that were so horrible one could not speak of them in public before are now normalized, we’ve left Reality and entered the Matrix again. Insanity and evil become normalized and we think they’re sane and good. We tell ourselves we were being gaslit before and we came to our senses.
  11. Rinse. Repeat. Steal another election. Rinse. Repeat. Have another drink. Etc.

 

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Rolling Stones, “Paint It Black”

Set against footage from the Vietnam War. From their album, Aftermath, 1966. It’s actually about breaking up with a lover. Jagger took inspiration from James Joyce’s Ulysses, especially the novel’s theme of desperation and desolation (insert standard Doomer themes). That’s a sitar in the background. Jagger latter said that the song has a “Turkish” rhythm.

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Kim Carnes, “Bette Davis Eyes”

From her 7th album,  Mistaken Identity, 1981. Song was originally written by Jackie De Shannon in 1974 but never got big until 7 years later. Waddy Watchel on guitar, from Linda Ronstadt’s band. That’s the LA rock hippie crowd from the 1970’s. They lived it up in the canyons of the Hollywood Hills. Linda’s home was Party Central. The song is supposedly about cocaine, but I don’t understand that part.

Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She’s got Bette Davis eyes

She’ll turn her music on you
You won’t have to think twice
She’s pure as New York snow
She got Bette Davis eyes

She’ll expose you, when she snows you
Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you
She’s ferocious and she knows just what it
Takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she’s a spy, she’s got Bette Davis eyes

She’ll let you take her home
It whets her appetite
She’ll lay you on her throne
She got Bette Davis eyes
She’ll take a tumble on you
Roll you like you were dice
Until you come up blue
She’s got Bette Davis eyes

And she’ll tease you, she’ll unease you
All the better just to please you
She’s precocious
And she knows
Just what it takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo stand-off sighs, she’s got Bette Davis eyes

She’ll tease you,
She’ll unease you
Just to please ya
She’s got Bette Davis eye
She’ll expose you
When she snows you
Cause she knows you
She’s got Bette Davis eyes
She’ll tease yous

She’ll expose you,
when she snows you
Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you
She’s ferocious, and she knows just what it
Takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she’s a spy, she’s got Bette Davis eyes

Well, isn’t that just beautiful? Music doesn’t have to be serious. But the best music is always beautiful. That’s the whole idea of it. What is Aesthetics after all? The same as any disciple of science:

The Search for the Perfect Relationship*.

*Among things that is, not people.

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Alt Left: Patti Smith, “People Have the Power”

Patti Smith, 1979. From her debut album,”Horses.” With Fred “Sonic” Smith, late of the great MC5.

All right, that does it. Enough of this slacking off and lollygagging around.

Time to get back to some serious leftwing politics, back when that meant something sane and worthwhile. But beyond whatever Left distortion, contortion, freakshow, or Clown World du jour is playing in the Current Year, what is the Left really all about, since its very inception in the French Parliament, on the left side of the room, natch?

Left politics is about the spirit. The spirit of the Left. The dream. The dream of a better world. The dream of liberation. The dream of freedom. The dream of something resembling justice. And and even smaller something resembling equality. No matter how badly it was implemented, it was always the spirit that mattered.

Everyone likes to dump on East Germany. For all I know, maybe it did suck. But what was important about East Germany? It was the spirit, the dream, the rebellion, the fist on the air, the power of the people. Sure, it all came crashing down. But that’s not the point. The point was the death of the East Bloc was the death of a dream. These people dared to dream of a better world. Something we in the capitalist world don’t even bother to do because better worlds aren’t possible under capitalism. All you can is paint the turd, polish it up, put some fancy decorations on it. It’s always still capitalism and it always still blows in exactly the same way, like clockwork. Or physics, almost.

The only time it’s halfway ok is when it’s shot through with a huge dose of socialism to smooth out the shittiness and polish up the considerable good things.

Capitalists: A better world is not possible. This is capitalism we’re talking about, guys! Come on! This is as good as it gets. And it works. It sucks, it’s shitty, it’s evil, but it works.

The Left: A better world is possible. And if it’s not, we will dream anyway. Because the purpose of the Left is not the achievement itself but the spirit. And the dream. We at least dared to dream enough to try to create a better world. At least we tried. No matter what, you always had a roof, clothes, a job, and food. We let people survive. For this, the crime of letting, nay demanding, that people have the basics to survive, we are condemned as Pure Evil itself. It was good and it didn’t blow, nor was it shitty in the capitalist sense, but it doesn’t really work.

Pick your poison, boys.

Something evil that works.

Something good that doesn’t work.

And you only get to pick one, although I think right now the capitalist model is not only evil but it doesn’t even work. So as usual, we get the worst of both worlds.

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Pretenders, “I’ll Stand By You”

Genau.

Well, isn’t that just perfect? From 1994 no less! Here we go with the 90’s nostalgia again. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe a lot of non-shitty music actually was made in the 1990’s. Silly me. I got that decade confused with the sick joke decades that followed. The music made in which, don’t even get me started. This monitor cost me a pretty penny. I don’t want to break it.

Want to listen to one great, beautiful album? Check out their very first album, The Pretenders, released in 1980. A tour de force, with nothing missing. Not a bad song on it. Plus it all flows together like the best concept albums. That’s one fine goddamn album, man.

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Sheryl Crow, “If It Makes You Happy”

A truly excellent song. That’s some real rock and roll too! 1996. Apparently we were still making some good music all the way into the 90’s.

Obligatory Doomer essay follows:

Look in the comments section where many folks are harping on about their painful nostalgia for the 1990’s. The 90’s were literally the good old days! Sad!

Yeah, I know. That 1990’s. I don’t get it either.

Well, I guess no matter what decade it is, the time you came of age is always the good old days, and everything that comes after, no matter how good, never quite reaches that peak. That’s why most people’s musical tastes are formed from 15-30 and stay that way for life.

I must say that’s truly pathetic. I knew modern music was crap, but I had no idea modern life blew too. I dropped out so long ago I barely even know what year it is. Don’t even ask me for the month, much less the date or especially the day of the week. They all run together for me anyway, especially as every day’s a weekend, except it’s one where not much is happening. Oh well, could be worse. At least I am free! Free and broke, sure. But free nonetheless.

Recall when they say you can have Blacks, freedom, or security, except you can only pick two? As long as we are playing that game, remember most of us peons either have money or time but never both. Only the idle rich living off their rents can afford such hedonism. And they often complain of boredom. Maybe we need a little shittiness in our lives, just to stir things up, to clear the air, to make us see clearly again, no? But then life always steps in, piles it on, throws a turd in the punchbowl and wrecks the party.

Too much bread and circuses. Nah, that’s boring. Then we’ll just take dope every day and live in a haze and burrow away from life. No wait. We’re all already doing that. The overdose deaths tell us as much.

tl/dr: Modern life must truly be horribly pathetic if people are actually, literally nostalgic for the fucking 1990’s. The 90’s! No, really. I’m not kidding. Just when you think you see every bad movie that’s ever bad made, you look outdoors and realize that even the worst B-cinema can’t compete with the depths of shittiness to which “actually existing reality” can plunge, especially in the Current Year.

What a man to do as long as he’s moored on this Clown Rock? Don’t ask me. I never have any solutions to anything, mostly because there aren’t any. We’re lucky if we can settle for amelioration or more commonly, merely arresting of the decline.

Well, there’s always the dope. And the booze. Which reminds me. There’s a Tequila bottle sitting here next to me that’s calling my name. See ya all in a bit.

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Lulu “To Sir, With Love”

“To Sir, with Love” from the album, To Sir, With Love (1967). Also a soundtrack to a movie of the same name starring Sidney Poitier. Very, very nice.  She is a 19 years old girl in that video above.

in Incredibly,  here she is, 40 years later, at age 59. She looks as good as she did at 19 and maybe even better! She’s not only knockout dead gorgeous, but her voice is as good as it was three decades ago. I told you women my age can be hot. Well, a few of them anyway.

Those schoolgirl days
Of telling tales
And Biting nails
Are gone
But in my mind
I know they will still live on and on

But how do you thank someone
Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn’t easy, but I’ll try

If you wanted the sky
I would write across the sky
In letters
That would soar a thousand feet high:
“To Sir, with love”

The time has come
For closing books
And long last looks
Must end
And as I leave
I know that I am leaving my best friend

A friend who taught me
Right from wrong
And weak from strong
That’s a lot to learn
What, what can I give you in return?

If you wanted the moon
I would try to make a start
But I would rather you let me give my heart:
To Sir, with love

If you wanted the moon
I would try to make a start
But I would rather you let me give my heart:
To Sir, with love

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Rolling Stones, “Dead Flowers”

The Rolling Stones, “Dead Flowers” from Sticky Fingers (1970)

Great music from the Rolling Stones here from one of their best albums and in fact, one of the greatest rock and roll albums ever made. The Rolling Stones, the original bad boys.

From Elvis and Chuck Berry -> Rolling Stones -> Velvet Underground -> MC5, Stooges, Pink Fairies, Blue Cheer,  etc. ->  Glam rock  David Bowie, T.  Rex, Mott the Hoople, Queen, Lou Reed, Aerosmith, Roxy Music, Eno, Todd Rundgren -> Proto-Punk: New York Dolls, Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers  -> Punk Rock!

Well, when you’re sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talkin’ to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won’t see me
And my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

Well, when you’re sitting back
In your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
I’ll be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

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Jackson Browne, “Redneck Friend”

Jackson Browne, “Redneck Friend,” from the album, “For Everyman.”

Also very nice. We were really into Jackson Browne too back in the day. He was huge in the 1970’s.

We were hippies back then, and we really hated rednecks. I still sort of do, actually. Somehow the rednecks won the revolution, took over the government and ruled society. How the Hell did that happen. It could so easily have gone the other way.

This song sounds like the people Jason lives around ha ha.

Pretty little one
How has it all begun?
They’re teaching you how to walk, but you’re already on the run
Little one, what you gonna do?
Little one, honey, it’s all up to you

Now your daddy’s in the den shootin’ up the evening news
Mama’s with a friend, lately she’s been so confused
Little one, come on and take my hand
Well, I may not have the answer, but I believe I got a plan

Honey, you shake, I’ll rattle, we’ll roll on down the line
See if we can’t get in touch with a very close friend of mine
But let me clue you in
It ain’t like him
To argue or pretend
Well, honey let me introduce you to my redneck friend

Well, they’ve got a little list of all those things of which they don’t approve
Well, they’ve got to keep their eyes on you or you might make your move
Little one, I really wish you would
Little one, I think the damage would do you good

Honey, you shake, I’ll rattle, we’ll roll on down the line
We’re going to forget all about the battle, it’s gonna feel so fine
‘Cause he’s the missing link
The kitchen sink
Eleven on a scale of ten
Well honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend

Well honey, you shake, I’ll rattle, we’ll roll on down the line
I’m going to try to swing you up into my saddle
And then we’ll run but you’ll think we’re flyin’
Honey, don’t just stand there lookin’ like this dream will never end
Honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend
I said, “Honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend”

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Velvet Underground, “Rock and Roll”

Lou Reed, “Rock and Roll,” from the album “Velvet Underground,” 1969.

If this isn’t the greatest music ever made, I’ll eat my hat. Lou Reed is God.

Oh one more thing for all you capitalists out there. The late, great, short-lived Velvet Underground? You know, them? They never made a nickel. Hey capitalists, take your “success” bullshit and cram it up right up your greedy asses, ok?

Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin’ goin’ down at all
Not at all

Then one fine mornin’
She puts on a New York station
You know, she couldn’t believe what she heard at all
She started shakin’ to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by rock ‘n’ roll

Despite all the amputations
You know you could just go out
And dance to a rock ‘n’ roll station

It was all right (it was all right)
Hey baby, you know it was all right (it was all right)

Jenny said when she was just about five years old
You know why parents gonna be the death of us all
Two TV sets and two Cadillac cars
Well you know, it ain’t gonna help me at all
Not just a tiny bit

Then one fine mornin’
she turns on a New York station
She doesn’t believe what she hears at all
Ooh, she started dancin’ to that fine fine music
You know her life is saved by rock ‘n’ roll
Yeah rock ‘n’ roll

Despite all the computations
You could just dance
To that rock ‘n’ roll station

And baby it was all right (it was all right)
Hey it was alright (it was all right)
Hey here she comes now!
Jump! jump!

Jenny said when she was just about five years old
Hey you know there was nothing happening at all Not at all
Every time I put on the radio
You know there’s nothin’ goin’ down at all
Not at all

Then one fine mornin’
She hears a New York station
She just didn’t believe what she heard at all
Hey, not at all
She started dancin’ to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by rock ‘n’ roll
Yes rock ‘n’ roll

Despite all the computation
You know you could just dance
To a rock ‘n’ roll station

All right
All right
And it was all right

Well, listen to me now
And it was all right

Come on, man, listen
It was all right
It was all right
And it was all right

All right!
It’s all right
All right!
Yeah, it’s all right now
All right!
Yeah, it’s all right now
All right!
It is all all right
All right!
Yeah, all right now
All right!
And it’s all right right now
All right!
And it’s all right now
All right!
Oh baby all right!
Oh baby all right!
Oh baby all right!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All right!
Now it’s alright now
All right!
Ooh, it’s alright now
All right!
Oh, all right
All right!
All right now
All right!

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Blondie, “Dreaming”

Blondie, “Dreaming” from the album “Dreaming,” 1979.

My God, isn’t this a great song. I can’t believe I was around when this music first came out. Let me tell you, it was a special time.

Isn’t she sexy as Hell, too? Damn I can’t believe how sexy this chick is. She’s raw, pure, 100% sex, animal and flesh, rutting in the mud like pigs in the setting sun without a care.

When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what’s my pleasure
“A movie or a measure”?
I’ll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreamin’
Dreamin’ is free
Dreamin’, dreaming is free

I don’t want to live on charity
Pleasure’s real or is it fantasy?
Reel to reel is living verite
People stop and stare at me
We just walk on by
We just keep on dreamin’

Beat feet, walking a two-mile
Meet me, meet me at the turnstile
I never met him, I’ll never forget him
Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own,
something you can have and hold
I’d build a road in gold just to have some dreamin’
Dreamin’ is free

Dreamin’, dreamin’ is free
Dreamin’, dreamin’ is free
Dreamin’, dreamin’ is free

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The Damned, “New Rose”

Remember I played “Smash it up” by these guys a while back? Same guys.

The Damned, “New Rose” from the album, “Damned Damned Damned,” their first album from 1977. This was one of the all-time classic punk rock albums from the early days, up there with “Never Mind the Bollocks,” by the Sex Pistols.

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Thin Lizzy, “Running Back”

Thin Lizzy, “Running Back” off the “Jailbreak” album, 1976.

This is the original album cover for the Jailbreak album of that year. I remember that cover so well! I can’t believe how many great songs were on that album. This was originally supposed to be single, but they chose other songs instead. This song is rather slow, a love song. I like it.

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Thin Lizzy, “Cowboy Song”

“Cowboy Song,” by Thin Lizzy, from the “Jailbreak” album, 1976.

This is another great band from the 1970’s. I saw them once in LA, I believe opening for Aerosmith. Quite a concert, let me tell ya! The lead singer was a Black guy, a Black Irishman at that! We really loved this band back in the day. We played this album all the time.

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If We’re All Gonna Die Anyway, Let’s Go Destroy Some Shit First

We’ve been crying now for much too long
And now we’re gonna dance to a different song
I’m gonna scream and shout til my dying breath
I’m gonna smash it up til there’s nothing left

Oooh ooh smash it up, smash it up, smash it up
Oooh ooh smash it up, smash it up, smash it up

People call me villain, oh its such a shame
Maybe its my clothes, must be to blame
I don’t even care if I look a mess
Don’t wanna be a sucker like all the rest

Oooh ooh smash it up, smash it up, smash it up
Oooh ooh smash it up, smash it up, smash it up

Smash it up
Smash it up
Smash it up
Smash it up
Smash it up

Smash it up, you can keep your krishna burgers
Smash it up, and your Glastonbury hippies
Smash it up, you can stick your frothy lager
Smash it up, and your blow wave hairstyles

And everybody’s smashing things down
I said everybody’s smashing things down yeah

And this is Smash It Up, Part 2. Off the album Machine Gun Etiquette. Love the guitar on this version. It’s out of this world.

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We’re All Gonna Die! Perfect Song for a Pandemic!

One of the greatest songs ever written by one of the greatest bands that ever was.

If you squeeze my lizard
I´ll put my snake on you
I´m a romantic adventure
And I´m a reptile too

But it don´t make no difference
´cuz I ain´t gonna be easy, easy
the only time I´m easy´s when I´m
Killed by death
Killed by death
Killed by death
Killed by death

I´m a lone wolf ligger
But I ain´t no pretty boy
I´m a backbone shiver
and I´m a bundle of joy

But it don´t make no difference
´cuz I ain´t gonna be easy, easy
the only time I´m easy´s when I´m
Killed by death
Killed by death
Killed by death
Killed by death

Killed by death
Killed by death
Killed by death
Killed by death

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The Ronettes, “Be My Baby”

The night we met, I knew I needed you so
And if I had the chance, I’d never let you go
So won’t you say you love me
I’ll make you so proud of me
We’ll make ’em turn their heads every place we go

So won’t you please be my, be my baby
Be my little baby, my one and only baby
Say you’ll be my darlin’, be my, be my baby
Be my baby now, my one and only baby
Wha oh oh oh

I’ll make you happy baby, just wait and see
For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you three
Oh since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you
You know I will adore you ’til eternity

So won’t you please be my, be my baby
Be my little baby, my one and only baby
Say you’ll be my darlin’, be my, be my baby
Be my baby now, my one and only baby
Wha oh oh oh oh

So come on and please be my, be my baby
Be my little baby, my one and only baby
Say you’ll be my darlin’, be my, be my baby
Be my baby now, my one and only baby
Wha oh oh oh

Be my, be my baby, be my little baby
My one and only baby, oh oh
Be my, be my baby, oh
My one and only baby, wha oh oh oh oh

Be my, be my baby, oh
My one and only baby, oh
Be my, be my baby, oh
Be my baby now

From 1963! Sometimes I think this song is better than either of the previous two. I had no idea they were making such great music in 1963 for Chrissake.

From the complete psycho but legendary genius Phil Spector. He was always nuts. He was even nuts back in the 60’s. People hated working for him because he was so crazy and unstable. And he’d been into guns for a long time before his bizarre murder conviction in 2009.

He treated Ronnie Spector like complete crap and almost ruined her life. He did weird sexual things with his sons like forcing them to simulate sex acts on his girlfriend. They’re probably screwed up by this idiot too.

In 2009 he shot a woman dead in his mansion for no apparent reason. But he’d had a habit of pulling guns on women for some time. I hate to say it, but I really think that men like Phil Spector hate women. If you love women, why would you pull guns on them all the time?

How many times have I told you that artists are crazy? And the real geniuses are often the craziest of them all.

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Roy Orbison, “Crying”

I was all right for awhile
I could smile for awhile
But I saw you last night
You held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say, “Hello”

Oh, you wished me well
You, you couldn’t tell
That I’d been crying over you
Crying over you

When you said, “So long”
Left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying
Crying, crying

It’s hard to understand
But the touch of your hand
Can start me crying

I thought that I was over you
But it’s true, so true
I love you even more
Than I did before

But, darling, what can I do?
For you don’t love me
And I’ll always be crying over you
Crying over you

Yes, now you’re gone
And from this moment on
I’ll be crying, crying
Crying, crying
Yeah, crying, crying
Over you

Another great song from the exact same year, 1961, as the previous one from Elvis. 58 years ago! And this one is incredibly great too. I had no idea they were making such great pop music in nineteen fucking sixty-one! Damn! From the legendary, never to be defeated, one and only, Roy Orbison!

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Alt Left: Elvis Presley, “Can’t Help Falling in Love”

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand
Take my whole life, too
For I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you

I can’t believe how perfect this song is. They didn’t call him The King for nothing. I also can’t believe this song is from all the way back in 1961! I was four years old then. My Mom was 39 when this song came out. She always hated Elvis and all rock and roll for that matter. His first music was in 1954, so she would have been 22 then. It’s odd that she didn’t find popular music good at age 22.

However, Elvis was an immensely divisive character when he first came out. He swung his hips in a sexual way. They said he was making “Black music” or I guess more appropriately “nigger music.” Black music was seen as immoral, base, vulgar, obscene and obsessed with sex. Whites were supposed to be above all of that.

And in that sense, Elvis was probably one of the first true wiggers. Well God bless him.

I assume my Mom was on the side of the good White girls” who were upset by Elvis rude and dirty music. Probably only a slut or a poor or working class person would like a song like that.

My Mom actually grew up rich. She literally lived in a mansion! Her class of upper, upper middle, and middle class White women very much looked down on Black and Hispanic women and working class and poor White women, as they were thought to not be able to control themselves and they basically acted like disgusting women and whores.

  • No woman in my Mom’s circle would pick a fight with her husband.
  • None would attack his masculinity.
  • It was quite rare that my mother raised her voice at my father.

Good, White, classy wives didn’t do that low class, niggerish stuff. The worst thing you could act like in my Mom’s generation was a “woman of the streets.” And that’s how my Mom’s circle of women saw loudmouthed, obnoxious, combative, screechy, rude, disrespectful, husband-fighting Black, Brown and low and working class White women.

A proper woman was supposed to control herself and in general these types of women were “out of control” and “women of the streets (whores).” Somewhat disgusting, low class women (no matter their income) who couldn’t control themselves and respect their husbands like decent and proper classy White wives.

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Michael Jackson – Part of a New Race of Humans?

Polar Bear: MJ eventually became raceless. Many people of every race and gender start to look like him after too much plastic surgery. Should’ve kept his natural black face IMO. Not sure how he triumphed over White men. I can maybe how he did it with White boys, though at least one accuser lied. He was more into being “human” than Black or White in any case.

I actually felt this way myself and I believe I even remarked on it. And this was way back in the day before I was, um, racially aware, race-wise, or race realist. I think I said:

Michael Jackson isn’t part of any race anymore. He’s not really Black and he’s not really White.

And the people I said it to all nodded their heads and laughed. This was before this latest ultra-radical brand of PC/SJW BS and you could say stuff like that without people freaking out and calling you racist or trying to shut down the conversation.

I think instead of forming his own race though as the title said, MJ simply became as Polar Bear implies, “raceless.” That’s kind of a neat word, “raceless.” I rather like it. But the SJW’s will insist that people always have a race, except for White people since our race doesn’t exist while everyone else’s does ha ha.

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Paul McCartney, “Too Many People”

Paul McCartney, “Too Many People” from Ram (1971). This was his second solo album. It was seriously panned when it first came out but it has subsequently undergone a reassessment along with a lot of his solo material and it is more appreciated nowadays. I must say that Paul’s guitar solo on there is one for the ages. I would even call it timeless, at the risk of pretension.

A very nice song. This song was an attack on John Lennon. Lennon followed it with, “How Do You Sleep?”, an attack on Paul. Paul responded later on the Wings album Wild Life with “Dear Friend,” a peace offering to John.

The feud between Paul and John broke up the band. Two huge egos. Furthermore, this is little known, but John was probably a pathological narcissist. Yoko was a lot saner. He was a great artist but he wasn’t the most wonderful human being.

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A Lot of Artists Are Crazy or Terrible People, But That’s Not Important

The thing is though that many artists of all types are crazy  to one degree or another. Trust me, I have spent a fair portion of my life intensely hanging around large groups of artists, writers, and musicians, and most of them are nuts in one way or another.

Actually they’re all crazy in different ways, but they’re still all crazy.

Writers and tend to be quite self-destructive. A lot are depressives and boy do they drink. They’re introverted but not as introverted as the poets or especially the artists.

Artists are just very shy and neurotic. A lot are depressives. An artist party is 100 people in a house and no one is talking to anyone because they’re all too shy. It’s actually pretty funny. I went to a number of them.

Musicians are very self-destructive, but they’re not neurotic at all – more like wild and crazy extroverts. Some musicians are depressives, but that aspect of them tends to be more hidden behind the wild partying exterior. Still, musicians often seem to be battling deep pain. They love to drink and hey, don’t forget the dope! Musicians and drugs are like peanut butter and jelly.

Poets are way crazy, totally neurotic or worse, manic-depressive or more commonly just depressive, plus a lot of them really drink hard. I’d say the poets are the nuttiest of them all. Are you sort of a weird, offbeat, neurotic, introverted person who doesn’t fit in anywhere and is rejected by most Normies? Head on over to your local poetry reading. You’ll be right in style there. Most of them are just as nuts as you are. Don’t feel bad.

Furthermore, many artist types are  lousy to terrible people.

Shakespeare was a monster as a human being. But that’s not what we remember him and the others for. It doesn’t matter that Shakespeare was a mean old miser.

All that matters is that he was probably the greatest writer of English prose in history, probably still unsurpassed to this very day. That’s all that matters. Artists stand on their art, the only thing that lasts. That they may have been crappy people is lamentable, but it that’s not why we remember them and ultimately it’s simply not important.

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Paul McCartney, “Every Night”

Paul McCartney, “Every Night,” from the album, McCarthy (1970). This was off of his very first solo album. I remember seeing this album on the store shelves, but I wasn’t into rock music when this came out. “Maybe I’m Amazed” is on here too. Another great, classic song. I never even knew what this song was called or even knew it very well until I started hearing it a lot lately. I can’t believe I missed this song.

The album itself was widely panned but it has gained a bit more respect in later years. The entire album is characterized by effortless simplicity. That was the source of both the original critique of and subsequent praise for the album.

The lyrics are quietly, effortlessly simple also. They’re also quite perfect.

Every night I just want to go out
Get out of my head
Every day I don’t want to get up
Get out of my bed
Every night I want to play out
And every day I want to do

Ooh ooh oh oh
But tonight I just want to stay in

And be with you
And be with you
Ooh…
Ooh…
Believe me mama

Every day I lean on a lamp post
I’m wasting my time
Every day I lay on a pillow
I’m resting my mind
Every morning brings a new day
Every night that day is through
Ooh ooh oh oh
But tonight I just want to stay in

And be with you
And be with you
Ooh…
Ooh…
Believe me mama ooh…
Ooh…

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Derek and the Dominos, “Layla”

A great song from 1970. Derek and the Dominos was Eric Clapton’s band after Cream broke up. This is one of the all time great rock and roll songs of all time. If you don’t like this song, I dunno. Something is wrong, sorry.

The lyrics mean nothing at all, of course. Not that it matters. Listen to that guitar singing away, wailing in the wind, soaring to the heavens, whistling in the canyons, screeching in the sky, wistful reminiscing about days gone by never to return but in a memory, moaning with joy, cheering with agony.

It’s midnight and all the people have left their homes. There they are, in their bathrobes and nightclothes. They’re all here in the streets. And they’re all singing, the same tune, in perfect harmony, in the full moon, at the precise moment of the solstice.

The city itself, the towers, the plunging canyons formed by the high rises, the dank alleys, the traffic that never stops…seems to sway to the beat. If you stand very still and look very closely, you can almost see the towers seem to move, ever so slightly, to the beat of the music in the streets. Or is it all a dream?

That guitar is a musical chorus right there, as good as 20 humans singing in tandem. That piano is pretty damn killer, too. Adds some nice pathos towards the end.

What’ll you do when you get lonely
And nobody’s waiting by your side?
You’ve been running and hiding much too long
You know it’s just your foolish pride
Layla, you’ve got me on my knees
Layla, I’m begging, darling please
Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind
I tried to give you consolation
When your old man had let you down
Like a fool, I fell in love with you
You turned my whole world upside down
Layla, you’ve got me on my knees
Layla, I’m begging, darling please
Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind
Make the best of the situation
Before I finally go insane
Please don’t say we’ll never find a way
And tell me all my love’s in vain
Layla, you’ve got me on my knees
Layla, I’m begging, darling please
Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind
Layla, you’ve got me on my knees
Layla, I’m begging, darling please
Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind

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