Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole (not like you)
why i have nominated Jonathan Richman for the Nobel Literature Prize over and over and over again but the Swedish Nobel Academy keeps sending my letters back NO SUCH ADDRESS RECIPIENT UNKNOWN but I don't care
Pablo Picasso
by Jonathan Richman
performed on the soundtrack to "Repo Man" by JR & the Burning Sensations
(a Dutch site will sell you the Ringtone)
Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the color of an
avacado
when he would drive down their street in his
El Dorado
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright
Well he was only 5'3"
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not obnoxious,
Be not bellbottom hemmorhoid bummer asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it
Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called ...
posted by Vleeptron Dude | 12:19
6 Comments:
Dear Bob,
this is all to spaced out for me.Maybe I got the wrong socialization,was born at the wrong place or should have drunken dimple instead of hennesy during my career as a chef.However you can write what ever you want-what you do-anyway you wont lose me as a reader.If the comments which I leave show a lack of substance that´s an other point.Okay this were my narcisstic ten pence for the day. Uwe
"Repo Man" (I suspect the deutsches is also "Repo Man") was one of the first movies with a Punk theme -- Existentialism on Steroids. A Los Angeles suburban punk Otto needs some money (his parents have given all Otto's college $$$ to a TV Evangelist), and is tricked into helping a "Repo Man" -- a bounty hunter who works for car companies and banks to steal back a car the owner has not been making payments on. Usually in the middle of the night, or by trickery, sometims with threatening a little baseball bat violence -- people do not like it when you steal their cars.
Meanwhile the US government is searching high and low for the radioaktiv corpse of a UFO alien which was stolen from Area 51 by a scientist and driven away in the trunk of a car. The government offers a $$$$$$$ reward to all the Repo(session) bounty hunters if they can recover the car.
The movie is unbelievably funny. Harry Dean Stanton (one of the mechanics in Alien) is one of our finest actors. The music track to the movie is mostly punk and Very Strange. The title song is by Iggy Pop.
My favorite part of "Repo Man" happens over and over and over again: Otto is just 17, but whenever he is trapped in a car with an adult, the adult starts to tell Otto his Philosophy Of Life, and poor Otto just wants to leap out of the passenger side at 100 kph. But that's what happened to me when I was stuck in a car with an adult. Life Story, followed by Philosophy of Life.
RM delves very very deeply into Class and Race issues in America, Urban Blight, drugs, sex, breakdown of Western Civilization, Nihilism, economic depression, psychiatric depression, crime, Weltschmerz, l'Ennui, le Nausea -- Sartre on Steroids.
"Pablo Picasso" among some circles -- the people who hang out all night in front of convenience stores -- is a classic song.
The writer and director is Alex Cox ("Sid and Nancy"). The Producer was Michael Nesmith, Mike of "The Monkees," a Beatles clone ripoff for TV. Nesmith's mother invented Liquid Paper / White-Out in her kitchen sink and made a fortune.
Oh I forgot to say: Rent This Movie. Lachen ohne Ende.
Okay, this song, any of Jonathan Richman's songs ...
You're not missing anything. None of his songs make very much sense.
Many of his songs sound like they were written by an 8 year old. But an 8-year-old who truly believes he/she has written a WONDERFUL song and sings it Very Proudly and Very Loud and Very Often.
If you keep listening to Jonathan Richman's songs, and then you begin to think you DO understand what they mean and what Jonathan is trying to tell the World ...
... you could be heading for a lot of trouble. Soon nobody in Berlin will understand YOU.
(Except maybe those Goths and Punks, the grrls with the purple pink spiked hair.)
Bob,
thank you for your plentyful information.Seems as if I´ve missed something.As soon ,whenever I ask myself ?,as we ´ll have a TV again we´ll rent the movie.I am curious now.Maybe an off cinema shows it once.Btw went to see "Who is Ray Johnson" yesterday.I knew I knew Ray Johnson as a lot of people do and did , but who is Ray Johnson?Uwe
Are YOU asking MOI -- der Postal Kunstclown von der Velt -- to tell YOU about Ray Johnson?
Well, okay, you know I worship Donald Evans.
But the Other Half of the American (and maybe World) Mail Art people worship Ray Johnson.
And if you look at my Mail Art -- hmmmm maybe my Kunst is more like Ray's. Ray seems to have no Academic, Formal Art Skills, everything looks like the kind of doodles you make on a paper napkin/serviette in a restaurant.
Donald Evans clearly was trying to follow in the classic tradition of Visual Beauty.
Ray Johnson was up to Something Else -- like punk music -- the Democratization of Art, the idea that ANYONE can (and should) make Art.
I guess you could call punk music and Ray's Mail Art: Post-Talent.
(You can certainly call my Mail Art: Post-Talent.)
But he had a wonderful sense of humor. He seemed to believe that the True Purpose and Ultimate Objective of Art was for everybody to have Fun.
Alas, I am a bit more of a Puritan/Calvinist ... Ray does not offend me, I like him very much, the more I click on Ray Johnson websites -- there are many many from USA and Europe, he has admirers everywhere -- the more I get a big kick out of Ray.
But my Heart and Soul still are drawn hypnotically to what Donald Evans was trying to do.
Fortunately I do not have to cry because I cannot paint and draw as well as Evans. I can write pretty good. No Museums for me -- but Libraries, my stuff ends up in high-class Libraries.
And once in a while, my Mail Art gets a hitch-hike ride in Museum shows that lean more toward the Ray Johnson restaurant napkin School.
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