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The Jesus Lizard
The Art Of Self-Defense

Perfect music for the right-now me. I can only add the word, raspy, to this excellent description of what Sims’ bass playing sounds like to me. Heavy rasp.

weselec:

I’ve seen quite a number of heroes since my early show-going days; in fact, I can’t think of any band that existed during that (this) period that I really obsessed over and didn’t get to go see in person. It’s been a privilege and an honor to see so many of these great musicians and/or personalities in the flesh.

But this one’s different. Exactly twice have I actually felt like I was in the presence of Majesty, that I was really blessed to be able to do this thing, that I was watching someone who really got me and what I was looking for. It happened to be the same guy both times.

It’s an interesting thing, I suppose, to be so enthusiastic about the particular sound of a particular musician’s gear and way of playing. It is the personality sometimes. It’s not about virtuosity, it’s about delivery. A good comedy analogy: Steven Wright isn’t Steven Wright without the dead, tired monotone. He’s a guy who says marginally funny one-liners. You lay his reading over the top of that and you get a weird, vaguely creepy, and undeniably unique perspective on life. The delivery effectively alters the meaning.

If you’ve ever played a bass guitar—a good, resonating bass guitar—you know that it feels a very certain way. It growls in your hands, and you feel it in your skull. Most bass rigs just don’t sound like that. They sound too round, too whole. Too plastic. The bass, rolling on your hip and vibrating at a pace you can almost measure, is organic and sexual.

David Wm. Sims brought a noise that wasn’t entirely unique; others before him had managed to nicely capture what I thought a bass was supposed to sound like based on how it felt, but Sims nailed it. He sounds like it feels to play a bass. That’s the easiest way I can put it. And when I first heard it, it hit me deep. The Jesus Lizard was an amazing band in so many ways, but I’m certain that without that particular sound I never would have latched onto them the way I did. It’s magnificent.

There are others, of course, and it’s basically impossible to choose so I didn’t work very hard on it, but from the 2009 remasters, here’s one of the tracks that I always felt offered one of the best presentations of the Sims sound-and-style combination that the band wouldn’t be the same without.

The Jesus Lizard : The Art of Self Defense : Liar

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everythinginthesky: I get it, okay: high school sucked.The spit-balls, the wedgies, the names - all of these things simply because you enjoyed learning. Because you didn’t like team sports and you liked technical things instead.I know. I’ve been there.And now you’re in an office and you seem to be the one person who’s bothered to read the manual, or you’re a programmer and the bullies who dunked you in the toilet are now assholes with Business Communication degrees who’re messaging you on LinkedIn because they have a great idea but they’re lacking a “tech-wizard to put it together”.“It’ll be like Facebook but with pets! You can probably put it together in no time,” they say, condescension dripping off their every word.I know. I’ve been there.And you come home to your family at Christmas and the first thing they mention is that their printer isn’t working. Or their friend’s printer isn’t working. And they’ve already said you’ll take a look at it. ”You don’t mind, do you?” I know. All this because you like making things.But here’s what I want you to do: don’t buy this t-shirt. Buy another one. A sunny, happy one. One with a cool design on it or even just one with your favourite website on it. If you absolutely must buy a black tshirt with white writing on it, make it an inside geek joke, because you can explain that to people and, while they almost certainly won’t laugh, they’ll understand a little more about who you are. And other geeks will appreciate it.But don’t buy this t-shirt, because I can guarantee two things if you do: the bullies will have won. Carrying your wounded, delicate intellect around on the front of an ugly, arrogant t-shirt is scientifically and absolutely the quickest way to show anyone within reading distance that you’re an unhappy, unhelpful person who has been hurt and is only happy when they’re broadcasting how much they know and how little they’re willing to share this knowledge that no-one’s asked for. the only people who’ll find this t-shirt amusing will be the same wounded, smug assholes like you who give the rest of us geeks a bad name. And newsflash: odds are good they won’t sleep with you either. You really want to not be seen as simply someone who fixes computers? Buy a sunny t-shirt. Smile when people ask for help. Gently remind them it’s your time. Firmly say no, and remind them that you’re just a person like them who wants to keep their work at work. They might be a little unhappy, but they won’t be able to fault you for it. And the office people? They might just also realise that the grumpy IT guy is actually just human, and tasked with fixing problems that, ultimately, they’re usually the cause of. They might start talking to you at office parties. You might make a few friends. You might not eat lunch alone. But here’s the most important point. The real reason I want you to not buy this t-shirt, besides the fact it’s doing you, and the rest of us geeks, absolutely no good.Every single time I see a guy (and it’s always a guy) wearing this t-shirt, I want to find every girl they’ve ever liked - every cool barista they’ve crushed on, every sparkly receptionist they’ve never had the guts to talk to, every hot next-door neighbour they’ve only ever seen briefly in the hallway - I want to find them and I want to buy them a bright, fuckoff neon tshirt with “NO, I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH YOU” in giant, goddamn letters right on the front.And honestly, who has that kind of time.

everythinginthesky:

I get it, okay: high school sucked.
The spit-balls, the wedgies, the names - all of these things simply because you enjoyed learning. Because you didn’t like team sports and you liked technical things instead.
I know. I’ve been there.
And now you’re in an office and you seem to be the one person who’s bothered to read the manual, or you’re a programmer and the bullies who dunked you in the toilet are now assholes with Business Communication degrees who’re messaging you on LinkedIn because they have a great idea but they’re lacking a “tech-wizard to put it together”.
“It’ll be like Facebook but with pets! You can probably put it together in no time,” they say, condescension dripping off their every word.
I know. I’ve been there.
And you come home to your family at Christmas and the first thing they mention is that their printer isn’t working. Or their friend’s printer isn’t working. And they’ve already said you’ll take a look at it. ”You don’t mind, do you?” 
I know. All this because you like making things.
But here’s what I want you to do: don’t buy this t-shirt.
Buy another one.
A sunny, happy one.
One with a cool design on it or even just one with your favourite website on it. If you absolutely must buy a black tshirt with white writing on it, make it an inside geek joke, because you can explain that to people and, while they almost certainly won’t laugh, they’ll understand a little more about who you are. And other geeks will appreciate it.
But don’t buy this t-shirt, because I can guarantee two things if you do:

  1. the bullies will have won. Carrying your wounded, delicate intellect around on the front of an ugly, arrogant t-shirt is scientifically and absolutely the quickest way to show anyone within reading distance that you’re an unhappy, unhelpful person who has been hurt and is only happy when they’re broadcasting how much they know and how little they’re willing to share this knowledge that no-one’s asked for.
  2. the only people who’ll find this t-shirt amusing will be the same wounded, smug assholes like you who give the rest of us geeks a bad name. And newsflash: odds are good they won’t sleep with you either.

You really want to not be seen as simply someone who fixes computers? Buy a sunny t-shirt. Smile when people ask for help. Gently remind them it’s your time. Firmly say no, and remind them that you’re just a person like them who wants to keep their work at work. They might be a little unhappy, but they won’t be able to fault you for it. And the office people? They might just also realise that the grumpy IT guy is actually just human, and tasked with fixing problems that, ultimately, they’re usually the cause of. They might start talking to you at office parties. You might make a few friends. You might not eat lunch alone.

But here’s the most important point. The real reason I want you to not buy this t-shirt, besides the fact it’s doing you, and the rest of us geeks, absolutely no good.
Every single time I see a guy (and it’s always a guy) wearing this t-shirt, I want to find every girl they’ve ever liked - every cool barista they’ve crushed on, every sparkly receptionist they’ve never had the guts to talk to, every hot next-door neighbour they’ve only ever seen briefly in the hallway - I want to find them and I want to buy them a bright, fuckoff neon tshirt with “NO, I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH YOU” in giant, goddamn letters right on the front.
And honestly, who has that kind of time.

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Gonna take a chainsaw to the top of my car and drive home with this blasting.

Nice breakdowns and a very straightforward message to a very special someone make this scream summer directly into my tanhole.

tbmimsthethird:

This is absolutely not biographical or in any way personally related. Don’t get me wrong, my future ex-wife can fuck right the fuck off. This just isn’t our story. That said, I can’t close the YouTube window where this is occupying real estate. It’s got everything a good R&B song needs: an asston of backbeat, Hammond accompaniment, a nice breakdown bridge, and a timeless presence that sets a hook in your soul.

He should have released this in May, not October. This deserves convertible airtime.

Enjoy. And fuck her, too.

(via thedailywhat)

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Hell Yeah! I think we used to cover Descent into the Maelstrom, but I’m too scattered and aged to remember, if it was that Radio Birdman song or another.

indefensible:

I’ll stop posting old rock right now because I’m mining a damned rich seam and I’m going to get insanely self indulgent and I should stop that. But if you’ve never heard Radio Birdman doing New Race then you’re still inside the chrysalis. This ought to bust you out.