Kid No Cock looks like a pussy in those shorts. Also if this 'concert' was for Amerikkka why were they asking for donations...ah, grifters gotta grift. All those rich fucks should donate their own fucking money...fuck them and what they stand for!!!
We went a few weeks ago to see Carmina Burana performed by the NC Symphony Orchestra and Master Chorale. It's sung in Latin and German and I don't know more than a few dozen words in either language. It didn't matter.
Later this week we'll go to see an Irish American folk band named Solas (Gaelic for "Light") who perform mostly in English but also som Gaelic songs which I speak not a word of. I doesn't mater. We've seen them 4 times and have their complete catalog and they are -- in my humble opinion -- criminally under appreciated.
The day after Solas we got to see Dropkick Murphys. Boston Irish punk with bagpipes. I can't always make out their lyrics, but if you haven't seen the video for their newest single "Who'll Stand With Us?" you should remedy that as soon as possible.
Next month we get to see Santana -- a band I grew up with but somehow have never seen live and *gasp* they sing a lot of their songs in Spanish. I know slightly ore Spanish than I do Latin, but not enough to be considered remotely fluent. Will I still rock out to Oye Como Va? You better believe I will.
Then at the end of the month we'll see local favorite Rhiannon Giddens, in an abbreviated one-night version of her "Biscuits and Banjos" festival from a year ago. We didn't make it to the inaugural festival because my partner had just started her chemotherapy and couldn't really handle activities like multi-day music festivals, but obviously she's better now. She'll be playing with several other noted folk and blues artists, including Mavis Staples, which means we can be almost assured they will team up on Freedom Highway, which is one of my favorites from the Civil Rights Movement era, and Giddens covered it on her album of the same name. No foreign language involved here but a vastly difference in lived experience.
From probably the dawn of human existence music has been with us. It's practically imprinted on our DNA. It's been the language of love, of strength, of anger, and of prayerfulness. It transcends every boundary we would put in its way. It inspires us, invigorates us, and puts color in a monochrome world. It crosses every boundary -- race, age, nationality and language and reaches something elemental in us that most inputs can't.
It's also the language of protest, of righteous fury and determined purpose. Bruce Springsteen's "Streets of Minneapolis" debuted at #1 on the Billboard all-platform download charts despite only being available for 2 of the 7 days of that reporting week. It was the first time Bruce had a song debut at #1 on that chart. It speaks to the pain, the sorrow and the anger of the city and its people and to their unity and determination. The people of Minneapolis are showing us how it's done, and The Boss is providing the soundtrack.
There is so much false patriotism in this country. Most of it is built around something we saw with the alternative halftime show. Even from people who know I'm a veteran say I'm unpatriotic because I choose not display the flag on my home. Do we have to listen to "God bless the USA" to be a patriot? I say nope.
I love music. Its language does't matter. The Fado from Portugal is beautifully haunting. I don't get the lyrics. The song and singer carry all that I need. I felt the same with Bad Bunny's performance. To me a patriot is inclusive and welcoming; someone who stands for what's right when called upon to do so. Patriotism is not about putting on a show that shames others because you haven't taken the time to listen. The not lip-syncing in Kid Rock's performance was ironic.
Kid No Cock looks like a pussy in those shorts. Also if this 'concert' was for Amerikkka why were they asking for donations...ah, grifters gotta grift. All those rich fucks should donate their own fucking money...fuck them and what they stand for!!!
We went a few weeks ago to see Carmina Burana performed by the NC Symphony Orchestra and Master Chorale. It's sung in Latin and German and I don't know more than a few dozen words in either language. It didn't matter.
Later this week we'll go to see an Irish American folk band named Solas (Gaelic for "Light") who perform mostly in English but also som Gaelic songs which I speak not a word of. I doesn't mater. We've seen them 4 times and have their complete catalog and they are -- in my humble opinion -- criminally under appreciated.
The day after Solas we got to see Dropkick Murphys. Boston Irish punk with bagpipes. I can't always make out their lyrics, but if you haven't seen the video for their newest single "Who'll Stand With Us?" you should remedy that as soon as possible.
Next month we get to see Santana -- a band I grew up with but somehow have never seen live and *gasp* they sing a lot of their songs in Spanish. I know slightly ore Spanish than I do Latin, but not enough to be considered remotely fluent. Will I still rock out to Oye Como Va? You better believe I will.
Then at the end of the month we'll see local favorite Rhiannon Giddens, in an abbreviated one-night version of her "Biscuits and Banjos" festival from a year ago. We didn't make it to the inaugural festival because my partner had just started her chemotherapy and couldn't really handle activities like multi-day music festivals, but obviously she's better now. She'll be playing with several other noted folk and blues artists, including Mavis Staples, which means we can be almost assured they will team up on Freedom Highway, which is one of my favorites from the Civil Rights Movement era, and Giddens covered it on her album of the same name. No foreign language involved here but a vastly difference in lived experience.
From probably the dawn of human existence music has been with us. It's practically imprinted on our DNA. It's been the language of love, of strength, of anger, and of prayerfulness. It transcends every boundary we would put in its way. It inspires us, invigorates us, and puts color in a monochrome world. It crosses every boundary -- race, age, nationality and language and reaches something elemental in us that most inputs can't.
It's also the language of protest, of righteous fury and determined purpose. Bruce Springsteen's "Streets of Minneapolis" debuted at #1 on the Billboard all-platform download charts despite only being available for 2 of the 7 days of that reporting week. It was the first time Bruce had a song debut at #1 on that chart. It speaks to the pain, the sorrow and the anger of the city and its people and to their unity and determination. The people of Minneapolis are showing us how it's done, and The Boss is providing the soundtrack.
There is so much false patriotism in this country. Most of it is built around something we saw with the alternative halftime show. Even from people who know I'm a veteran say I'm unpatriotic because I choose not display the flag on my home. Do we have to listen to "God bless the USA" to be a patriot? I say nope.
I love music. Its language does't matter. The Fado from Portugal is beautifully haunting. I don't get the lyrics. The song and singer carry all that I need. I felt the same with Bad Bunny's performance. To me a patriot is inclusive and welcoming; someone who stands for what's right when called upon to do so. Patriotism is not about putting on a show that shames others because you haven't taken the time to listen. The not lip-syncing in Kid Rock's performance was ironic.
“May we all be spared the fate of shouting our truths so loudly that we forget to embody them.” 🙏 yes
Absolutely pathetic. What was viewership like 5 million compared to 146 million?
It’s pitiful that the right chose poorly done lip syncing of tired, whiny ‘Merican tropes over joyful, live celebration. Joylessness vs. Authenticity.