Blog From Esoterica

Companion Blog to the web music magazine, Echo From Esoterica, created by its editor Jason Thompson.

Friday, April 05, 2002

I'm sure a lot of people will be writing about this item today, but apparently in 878 years, a big motherfuckin' asteroid COULD hit the Earth, but they say the chances are 1 in 300. I need something to worry about today, so I think I will worry about that. Of course, I won't actually be around to witness the damn thing happen when/if it does, but I'll feel bad for the reporters if I don't worry about this, because that is undoubtedly why they wrote the report to begin with. I can't imagine this kind of news being useful right now. You know, I'm sure NASA and whoever else tracks this kind of shit all the time. Let me know if it's happening possibly tomorrow, and then I'll start shitting my pants. Otherwise, the sweat's not going to start for a while.

Wednesday, April 03, 2002

Movie snobs. Who needs 'em (yes yes, go ahead and ask "who needs music snobs?" and point at me - FUCK YOU). I was just thinking that we need a large contingency of reviewers and critics out there who feel that Pauly Shore's cache of flicks are the best in comedy, and that something such as The Gumball Rally or Super Fuzz is more important and greater than Citizen Kane. I mean, I know there are folks like that all over the net who pride themselves on that kinda thinking, but I want some kinda dude who's as popular as Roger Ebert to come out and declare these things!

Ah, fuck it.

Mmmm...dig it...the Frito Lay MUNCHIES snack. For the times when you get the munchies and you're not stoned. A fine incorporation of Sun Chips, Doritos, Cheetos, and Rold Gold pretzels. This shit is better than any lousy trail mix or anything like that. The taste sensation created when the Sun Chips meet the Doritos is like having a massive orgasm. No, wait...it's nothing like that at all.

Here's a spontaneous poem:

"Touch My Ass"

by Jason Thompson

Wiggle that thing
and bake a cake
I feel like
a dentist's drill
when you move and shake
cake on a block

Chantigs are a great band from San Francisco. Their last album Four Hats is a must-own piece of indie rock greatness. Check 'em out at the Rodent Records site.

Tuesday, April 02, 2002

Did I ever tell you kids how much I despise Tori Amos? Well, I do. If you happen to like her music, take two of anything and make it go away. See, I have this BT album and there's this horrible song with Tori whooping and wailing all over it ("Blue Skies")...it's a great album save for that one damn song.

And if you really wanna see how much I detest Tori, then dig in to this review for Strange Little Girls that I wrote a while back.

My mom always used to bitch about how much she hated the scent of musk. Well, she'd love me today, as I seem to have fucking drowned myself in a bit too much cheap ass musky after shave after, erm, shaving today. It's the really good musk, too. The dollar fifty kind. It had been sitting in my medicine cabinet for years, and instead of wearing the wonderful scent of Joop! that I usually douse myself with, I went for the cheap, nasty alternative. It's permeated my every fiber. I stink like cheap ass musk and I can't get enough of it! Lemme go down to the supermarket and see if the old ladies find me irresistable.

The fact that a band like THE ORCHESTRA (used to be ELO PART TWO) exists is mind boggling. This is worse than Foghat doing the county fair circuit. There are fans for everything though, including second rate carbon clones like this. Yeah, hold on tight to your dreams boys.

I once knew this dude who was obsessed with owning a Viper (the car, not the reptile). He already had like 3 other cars, but he had this huge obsession with getting a Viper. He had models of the thing, posters, jizz stained pages in car mags and everything else minus a fucking altar made out of a Viper to pray at. I never liked that guy.

On another note, I think I'd like to write a play entitled There's More to Me Than Just Spinach! I am not known for any connection to the plant.

Who decided that it was time to bring back ALF? The 10-10-220 commercials are nothing but a haven for has beens. OK, maybe not Toby Keith, but he has had a lot of annoying songs like "Big Ol' Truck". ALF is one of those '80s artifacts that is best left long forgotten. But here's a bit of trivia for you. ALF also had a Saturday morning cartoon, the theme to which was a rewrite aof Todd Rundgren's song "Hodja" from his A Cappella album retitled "Gordon".

Monday, April 01, 2002

The Pernice Brothers. The indie pop geek's love of loves. Blah. Sick of hearing about them, myself. I heard the songs and wasn't impressed. Greater success shall elude them.

And I saw Panic Room tonight, adding another vote for its popularity. It fucking ruled. 'Nuff said. Ah, and Jodie Foster's still a hot mama.

I suppose what gets me most about this kind of thing is how upset people do actually get. If you notice, the negative reviews I write on EFE are often tongue in cheek in their honesty. A shitty album's a shitty album, why chalk it up any other way? The one person in those ramblings got mad at me for criticizing the album's artwork, and asking shouldn't I be focusing on the music? Pfft. When you get an album, you often review the whole package as it were. And that thing truly had some bad art in it. Then there's the other person who assumes I must enjoy the pop rock flavors of the moment that are played incessantly. Not so. They obviously didn't check out my equally honest review for N Sync on the site. Something they'd probably agree with, ironically (and no, the photos of that "other guy" on that review are not me, either). But these people fail to see that. They get upset because you dislike something they love, yet can't see them exuding the very same so-called "faults" in themselves when it comes to shit they don't like.



Music reviewing is a blast. Everyone loves to hate a critic. They love to tell us how we should write our reviews, and that they could always do it better. But these reactions are merely spontaneous knee jerks. Does it really matter if I think Majandra's album reeks? Hell, no. No more than it matters that people decided that Panic Room was the best movie this past weekend. It's just another slice of entertainment. I get very nice emails alongside all the nasty ones, but it's the nasty ones that are the ones I enjoy because people get so irate about an opinion. They forget that that's all it is - an opinion. So you get called a dick, told to fuck yourself, and have hatred spewed out at you from every pore in a fan's body who thinks you suck because you didn't like their favorite album. Sorry, folks, but that's how it goes.



I don't recall getting pissed off the last time I heard someone say that they didn't like Lou Reed, one of my very favorite artists. But once you get into this business of reviewing, you quickly learn to relax. A lot of people hate Lou Reed, and that's cool. I can't stand U2 and Radiohead. I'll never understand why their shit sells so much. But to allow yourself to seethe with actual anger over a review for a piece of product is amusing at best.



How dare I say such things about this album! Oh c'mon, like you've never had a moment where you just pissed on something someone else liked. It's human nature. Could I have been "kinder" about it? Yes, but it wouldn't have made any difference. Some people will read so far into a review...they'll get to "I didn't like this CD" and then still get angry. So you have to give them something else to keep them reading...something to entertain them. You know you're doing well when people talk about your work. Bad press is great press, even for the critics. It makes people curious in your other work, and gives them a reason to see what else you say. Ironic how a lot of people on that board made assumptions about me based on that one review, when they were simultaneously bitching about me making assumptions about their favorite artist. Look, unless you personally know these people (and not in an, I saw so and so in the parking lot of Hardee's and shook their hand way)...you don't know them at all. So it's best to not get caught up in that mode. Sure, enjoy the music, enjoy the artist as an inspiration. But never make the mistake that just because you know all the words to every song and own every album and saw every concert...that you "know" them. Chances are you don't know squat.

Oh, and by the bye, I still get shitloads of hits for that review from people searching for "Majandra Delfino nude". I can't imagine all the uproar for such a crummy album, but you know, people buy a lot of bad music. Just look at MTV.

Let me tell you kids, having logfiles for your website is great! Check out this stunning thrashing I received from a group of concerned Majandra Delfino fans. And they assume I like pop like N Sync. Ah, they should get out out more or read the rest of the site. And demands for my email address! Hahaha...oh, and they think the face in Majandra's t shirt in the pic on the review is either of me or an old Chinese lady. God damn, that's a good laugh.

All righty, it's already been an extremely busy morning, what with trying to get various PopMatters writers set up for interviews with the likes of the Who, Les Paul, John Hiatt, Mary Wilson, Nik Kershaw, and Rialto. I'm definitely going to be glued to the console for a while here and...looks like I just got another interested interviewer. It's gonna be a busy day indeed.

Sunday, March 31, 2002

OK...someone explain to me why the people get so fucking scared in MTV's lameass show Fear. It's great to see these dorks let their imaginations get the better of them. Tonight's episode is especially grand, as it contains a real corn pone of a dude who sounds like he's from the sticks. I'd love to be on that show and either a) pretend to freakout..and SCREAM every ten seconds or so - make em think I was a real basket case, or b) just act as bored and uninterested as possible and scrape up a lotta cash. Woooo...completely dark, supposedly haunted places and crawling into dirt pits and all that fucking trite shit. Just gimme the goddamn money. I can't imagine networks piss cash away on shows like this and dole out more to pansy-ass contestants.

Dudes like Lundy Lewis and Peter Trappen should not be allowed to make albums. Their brand of music is the kind of shit that makes muzak sound beautiful.