JubJubTheRhino – Sweaters of Youth & Misery
By: Scott Sousa
JubJubTheRhino - Sweaters of Youth & Misery
JubJubTheRhino is not an artist you can easily tame. He's also not an easy one to find. I'm serious. Ask any douchey hipster if they've heard of JubJubTheRhino and they'll all say no. And if they say yes they're fucking lying. Unless you know him personally you probably haven't heard any of his music, until now. Here's a small sample of his work packaged together as a digital EP I like to call Sweaters of Youth & Misery.
Not sure whether or not you want to spend 5 minutes downloading a 25 MB zip file? Here's an even smaller sample to wet your beak.
JubJubTheRhino - Method To Your Madness
Tracklisting:
1. Method to Your Madness
2. Hey, Don't You Wish I was Smarter
3. Loneliest Man in Town
4. Blue Skies and Rhino Fries
5. Countryfest in Pink
The Photons of Our Being
By: Scott Sousa
"These lights flashed in the sky and I swear it was a U.F.O."
"A U.F.O.? How do you know?"
"They were big lights. Trust me. I know it sounds crazy but they zig-zagged and changed colors and then they disappeared."
"Look, Mr. Sellick, it seems like you're describing a fighter jet, or perhaps a weather balloon."
"A ha! A weather balloon. That's how you government men describe it on T.V."
The shrooms were kicking in and watched the lights on the RFK twinkle. A few weeks ago I started a clerical job with the United States Postal Police and now I'm being labeled a government man like I actually give a shit about lights.
"They talked to me, man."
"What do you mean?"
"They spoke to me, telepathically or telekinetically or what ever the hell it is. And even though I didn't want to respond they forced me to."
"Did they waterboard your sense of integrity?"
"It was like deep down, I formulated a response, but I didn't want them to hear it but they heard it anyway."
"How did the conversation go?"
"They said, 'We have come from Uranus'," he said laughing uncontrollably.
"You son of a bitch."
We laughed some more and the occasional person would walk by and see us sitting on the roof of this black car and they would hear us laughing and talking and they would stare at us but we didn't care.
The lights on the RFK began to sway and they lifted themselves, changing shapes.
"Holy shit..." I said.
Dilettante & Tyro (A Series. In Conversation): Feel Like Making Love
By: Jonathan Briggs
-We made love.
-You did what?
-Love. We made love.
-You don't make love anymore. It's the 21st century.
-Call me nostalgic. I prefer to make love.
-I'll call you old-fashioned. You can't be nostalgic for a euphemism that died out before you were born.
-I refuse to use any neologisms of our generation. That includes whatever ingenuous word, or words, or abbreviations we're substituting 'making love' with now.
-We don't substitute it with anything. We call it sex. Last night, you had sex. That's not a euphemism or a dysphemism. It is what it is.
-I think it takes the magic away.
-It's just the natural progression of language. Some people call it 'hooking up.'
-That's even worse. It's vague and it's something you do with a cable box or DVD player.
-We'll at least hooking up appliances has some symbolic imagery. What's 'making love' say? You can't make love.
-So you're telling me that the natural progression of language heads in the direction of artless words and phrases.
-Yes. There's a minority of people who are already tired of having sex, hooking up, and certainly well beyond making love. This group fucks.
-Fucks? What comes next then?
-Nothing yet. That I know of. Soon enough someone, somewhere, if he or she already hasn't, will popularize a locution that's cruder than 'fuck' and that'll be used for some time as the pejorative version before moving on as the accepted term.
-And that will eventually be replaced by another, more vulgar word or phrase?
-Precisely.