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    Virus of the Mind


    Oh, no… I completely missed this song by Heather Nova.

    It would have been great to have had “Virus of the Mind” for the dissertation….

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    HEATHER NOVA
    South 2001
    Virus of The Mind

    Well I was watching this talk show the other day
    And on it there was this guy and he was saying
    When you let other people tell you what’s right
    When you leave your instinct and your own truth behind he said
    That’s a virus of the mind. that’s a virus of the mind
    I guess it’s kind of like losing your sight; for a
    Second you think that they might be right, and it
    Feeds the doubts you have inside, and it
    Almost starts to feel like a crime
    To follow your own rhythm and rhyme

    Yeah I’m pretty happy living in my own sweet time I’m pretty happy
    And I don’t need your virus of the mind

    Well I went to this party thing last night
    A lot of people I hadn’t seen in a long time
    And they wanted to know about my life,
    But making me feel like it wasn’t quite right
    Like where’s your kids and where’s your car?
    I said I don’t have either but I have a guitar
    And I ended up feeling like I was a freak
    So I found some wine and something to eat
    And I talked to a dog to pass the time
    Told myself I’m doing fine,
    It’s just a virus of the mind
    It’s just a virus of the mind

    Yeah I’m pretty happy living in my own sweet time I’m pretty happy
    And I don’t need your virus of the mind

    It’s in the deep of your soul
    It’s on the tip of your tongue
    It’s the feeling you get when you feel young
    It’s in the sound of the beat
    It’s in the base of your spine
    It’s in your gut reaction, yeah every time
    But they tell you what you should have,
    They tell you who you should be
    It’s in the pictures and ads and in the magazines
    I’m kicking it off like a bug in the breeze
    ’cause is anyone out there inside me?
    I said is anyone out there inside me?
    I say is anyone?

    Language is a Virus


    Didn’t have a chance to blog yesterday, but here is the Laurie Anderson Saturday video post – one day late.

    To make it up to you, I’ll post the one that – overall – meant the most to me. This is what happens when Laurie Anderson is exposed to William Burroughs….

    Language Is A Virus

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    Paradise
    Is exactly like
    Where you are right now
    Only much… much…
    Better.

    I saw this guy on the train
    And he seemed to gave gotten stuck
    In one of those abstract trances.
    And he was going: “ooahh…ooahh…ooaughh…”

    And Fred said:
    “I think he’s in some kind of pain.
    I think it’s a pain cry.”
    And I said: “Pain cry?
    Then language is a virus.”

    Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
    Language! It’s a virus! ooo…oo

    Well I was talking to a friend
    And I was saying:
    I wanted you.
    And I was looking for you.
    But I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t find you…
    And he said: Hey!
    Are you talking to me?
    Or are you just practicing
    For one of those performances of yours?
    Huh?

    Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
    Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo

    He said: I had to write that letter to your mother.
    And I had to tell the judge that it was you. (It’s a charm. It’s a job)
    And I had to sell the car and go to Florida
    Because that’s just my way of saying
    That I love you. And I
    Had to call you at the crack of dawn (Why?)
    And list the times that I’ve been wrong.
    Cause that’s just my way of saying
    That I’m sorry. (It’s a job.) Sorry?

    Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
    Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo

    Paradise
    Is exactly like
    Where you are right now
    Only much… much…
    Better. (It’s a shipwreck. It’s a job.)

    You know, I don’t believe there’s such
    a thing as TV. I mean -
    They just keep showing
    The same pictures
    over and over.
    And when they talk
    they just make sounds
    That more or less
    Synch up
    with their lips.
    That’s what I think!

    Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
    Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
    Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo

    Well I dreamed there was an island
    That rose up from the sea.
    And everybody on the island
    Was somebody from TV.
    And there was a beautiful view
    But nobody could see.
    Cause everybody on the island
    Was screaming: Look at me! Look at me!
    Look at me! Look at me!

    Because they all lived on an island
    That rose up from the sea.
    And everybody on the island
    Was somebody from TV.
    And there was a beautiful view
    But nobody could see.
    Cause everybody on the island
    Was saying: Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!
    Look at me! Look at me! Why?

    Paradise is exactly like
    Where you are right now
    Only much… much…
    better.

    Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed


    In Santa Fe, Michael told me that at some point Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson had gotten married. Huh? Whew. Can anyone confirm? I guess they’ve been an item for some time – I don’t know how I could have missed that. Two of my favorite talents, but so very different.

    I’ve been listening to a lot of both of them in the last few days. I’ve really been enjoying the music from Anderson’s “Strange Angels.” Then I discovered her series of public service announcements. Heh-heh. I’m going to post one a week.

    Until then, here’s some of my faves.

    I think my favorite is “The Dream Before” – about fairy tales (Hansel and Gretel here), Bellamy’s angel of history, and “progress”:

    And I adore “Strange Angels”

    I couldn’t find “Closed Circuits” – which I also love, but no blog post on this – at VirusHead – would be complete without…. “Language is a Virus from Outer Space.” (grinning)

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    And “Smoke Rings” – que es mas macho?

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    And of course – “O Superman.” Two versions – I like the delivery of the first (close up) one better, but it looks like it was part of some kind of documentary. Oh hey – does anybody know what the name of this was or where I might get it? The second video is the full version -a very powerful performance.

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    I’m lingering on Lou Reed, too, especially the tracks on “New York.” I’ve always thought he had a really sexy voice. When we saw him in Paris, I wore black boots and a mini-skirt (and looked at an Parisian audience swearing tee shirts and jeans – so disappointing).

    Here’s an interesting video that was made of “Satellite of Love.”

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    Lou Reed and John Cale singing “Nobody but You” (about Warhol) on the Letterman show.

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    And a Reed classic – “Sweet Jane”

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    I couldn’t find a video of “Sick of You” anywhere. It has always been my very favorite Lou Reed song. It’s a bit dated now in terms of the references, but I still enjoy it just as much as I always did. Note the Rudy Giuliani comment – hmmm. The bit on the President’s head works a little differently now than it did for Reagan.

    I know this song stone cold – I’d love to perform it sometime, but it’s not the kind of song that is likely to show up on karaoke, and I doubt I could put together a back-up band anymore (lol) – so I sing it on the deck, iPod to my ears. My neighbors must really wonder about me. Anyway, here are the lyrics (emphasis added).

    “Sick Of You,” Lou Reed

    I was up in the morning with the TV blarin’
    Brushed my teeth sittin’ watchin’ the news
    All the beaches were closed
    The ocean was a Red Sea
    But there was no one there to part in two
    There was no fresh salad
    ‘Cuz there’s hypos in the cabbage
    Staten Island disappeared at noon
    And they say the midwest is in great distress
    And NASA blew up the moon

    The ozone layer has no ozone anymore
    And you’re gonna leave me for the guy next door?
    I’m Sick of You, I’m Sick of You

    They arrested the Mayor for an illegal favor
    Sold the Empire State to Japan
    And Oliver North married William Secord
    And gave birth to a little Tehran
    And the Ayatollah bought a nuclear warship
    If he dies he wants to go out in style
    And there’s nothing to eat
    That don’t carry the stink
    Of some human waste dumped in the Nile

    Well, one thing is certainly true
    no. one. here. knows. what. to. do.
    And I’m Sick of You, I’m Sick of You

    The radio said there were 400 dead
    In some small town in Arkansas
    Some whacked-out trucker
    Drove into a nuclear reactor
    And killed everybody he saw
    Now he’s on Morton Downey
    And he’s glowing and shining
    Doctors say this is a medical advance
    They say the bad makes the good
    And there’s something to be learned
    In every human experience

    Well I know one thing that really is true
    This here’s a zoo and the keeper ain’t you
    And I’m sick of it, I’m Sick of You

    They ordained the Trumps
    And then he got the mumps
    And died being treated at Mt. Sinai
    And my best friend Bill died from a poison pill
    Some wired doctor prescribed for stress
    My arms and legs are shrunk
    The food all has lumps
    They discovered some animal no one’s ever seen
    It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire
    After running over Rudy Giuliani

    They say the President’s dead
    No one can find his head
    It’s been missing now for weeks
    But no one noticed it
    He had seemed so fit
    I’m Sick of it!!!

    I’m Sick of You
    I’m so Sick of You!
    bye, bye, bye
    bye, bye, bye

    Language is a Virus


    I was looking at my dissertation today, wondering if I can yet make a readable book out of it. Now that I’ve got a little distance from what was an agonizing process (at least until the last bit, when I actually started enjoying it), it seems better than I thought at the time. Today I’m posting a very select few of the quotations I used as a kind of shorthand that helps me remember the train of thought that’s at the back of a novel I’m writing. Between mommy-brain and constant distractions, it might be helpful to keep this here – as a touchstone of sorts.

    My general theory since 1971 has been that the word is literally a virus, and that it has not been recognised as such because it has achieved a state of relatively stable symbiosis with its human host; that is to say, the word virus (the Other Half) has established itself so firmly as an accepted part of the human organism that it can now sneer at gangster viruses like smallpox and turn them in to the Pasteur Institute.
    - William Burroughs

    This Snow Crash thing–is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
    Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?
    - Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

    How does Gemüt, the mind, speak, how does the heart speak, how does the voice of the blood speak in the time of AIDS? Does the virus expose this voice to a cacophony, a cacophony that does not even form a negative unity within which it still resonates? How is such exposure possible? Can the voice of the blood recognize itself in the cacophony caused by the virus?
    – Alexander Garcia Duttman

    About all, we need to resist, at all costs, the luxury of listening to the thousands of language tapes playing in our heads, laden with prior discourse, that tell us with compelling certainty and dizzying contradiction what AIDS really means.
    – Paula Treichler

    Discourse, alas, is the only defense with which we can counteract discourse, and there is no available discourse on AIDS that is not itself diseased.
    – Lee Edelman

    If Amanda had cancer or a brain tumor, they’d be bringing her casseroles and cakes.
    – Alice Hoffman

    Sh*t, do you realize that only about a tenth of infected Americans can get these new drugs? It kind of makes you wonder about the other thirty million people on this planet with HIV. I mean, how many people in Africa or Asia do you think are able to get any of these cocktails?
    - R.D. Zimmerman, Hostage

    The brain works like a collection of viruses, the Consensus said one hundred and fifty years later, when viruses were difficult to avoid.
    - Geoff Ryman, The Child Garden

    For each illness that doctors cure with medicine, they provoke ten in healthy people by inoculating them with the virus that is a thousand times more powerful than any microbe: the idea that one is ill.
    - Marcel Proust

    The life of the flesh is in the blood.
    – Leviticus 17:11

    But you must strictly refrain from eating the blood, because the blood is the life; you must not eat the life with the flesh.
    – Deuteronomy 12:23

    Drink from it, all of you. For this is my blood, the blood of the covenant, shed for many for the forgiveness of sins.
    – Matthew 26:28-29

    Think on the nature of this great invisible thing which animates each one of us, and every blood drinker who has ever walked. We are as receptors for the energy of this being; as radios are receptors for the invisible waves that bring sound. Our bodies are no more than shells for this energy.
    - Anne Rice, Queen of the Damned

    It is along the frontier of blood – on the red line between pure and impure – that the inexhaustible drama between the sacred and the profane is played out: between the history of the divine, and the history of the human element that would struggle free of the human.
    - Piero Camporesi

    Medicine is magical and magical is art
    The Boy in the Bubble
    And the baby with the baboon heart
    . . .
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don’t cry baby don’t cry
    Don’t cry
    - Paul Simon, The Boy in the Bubble, 1986

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