The Only Rock Critic that matters
Ronald Thomas Clontle won't steer you wrong.
UPDATE!
Here/hear the man himself speak:
| Scharpling & Wurster - Rock, Rot & Rule | ||
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| Found at skreemr.com |
Ronald Thomas Clontle won't steer you wrong.
UPDATE!
Here/hear the man himself speak:
| Scharpling & Wurster - Rock, Rot & Rule | ||
| | ||
| Found at skreemr.com |
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Label: clontlism, lou reed, Richard Rockies, selfish rockfishes, WFMU

(That's a rockfish. I ate one Saturday night.)
There's a guy who's working on a movie about his 5000 km walk from Madrid to Kiev, as suggested offhandedly by Herzog in the book Herzog on Herzog. Called "more shoes."
Interested to see it. The dude got's devotion. Motivation. Play it on the guitar every Saturday night.
It's raining in Seoul. For some reason I wanted to eat ice cream and drink a beer. I hurt my jaw joint eating the ice cream bar I bought. Serves me right.
Anyhow, Herzog said that a 5,000 km walk on foot from, say, Madrid to Kiev would be worth more than five years of film classes. I imagine it would be cheaper too. So more power to this dude.
I invite the bloggers to more shoes too. I mean, the confederate bloggers. And if you haven't been invited to blog on Angry and Sloppy, please email me at solardriftwood at geemail to rectify the sloppiness. And poets, add your angry and sloppy poetry. Because there's nothing sloppier than poetry; and the best poetry is angry.
And those who have become confederates, please feel free to be sloppier. And damnier, angrit. That's what this is for.
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Label: angry poetry, herzog, poetic anger, poetry, poets, rockfish, selfish and impractical, selfish anger, selfish rockfishes
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars