If Music Be the Food of Hate…Play On


The world is awash in despair. Dreaming Mestizos forced to wait long hours for US Congresshags to nibble the brie between their toes. And across the world, conniving Ukrainians are again terrorizing jewish ingenues.

And merriment finds no refuge in the technology world, where we learn that evil robots have their own designs on dystopian global domination.

Through bleak reflections such as these, I am generally imbued with a pessimism so abundant that half of it simply goes to waste each night. And very soon we will return to this sentiment’s cool embrace–but not this night. This night…we dance.


It’s fascinating how a collection of notes can be so emotionally evocative. How we can almost rekindle the rush of emotions from an ancient event just by the sound of a nearly forgotten song. When in an accommodative frame, music can be a portal to briefly revisit our younger lives. And sometimes a window into the mind of our older ones. And at others…a conduit to contemplate the lives that almost were. Though often enough, there is simply the pleasant exhilaration of a silly tune triggering a furtive jig. So despite the fear of doing my hateful reputation grievous injury, here are some (mostly) modern era selections I enjoy.

What about you?

And to conclude with the most beautifully feral white music group since those who painted caves. Fronted by legendary prohibitionist Shane MacGowan…The Pogues.


24 thoughts on “If Music Be the Food of Hate…Play On

  1. A great selection. You have a musical taste very similar to my own, though there’s a lot there I haven’t heard but will try now you’ve posted them.

    This is one of my recent favourites. Guaranteed to stir the most slothful of recalcitrants into action:

  2. That Johnny Cash tune is a beaut, though I don’t like the clip.

    Here’s one I feel compliments it. From my youth of after school TV; one of the best TV shows ever.

    “The nature of monkey was…irrepressible!”

  3. To go with the Shakespearean theme, I recommend Felix Mendelssohn’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream”. The whole thing is brilliant.

    I only heard it recently and was amazed. He composed this at the age of 17 after being inspired by a translation of the play. From it comes the famous wedding march.

    It sits up there with Wagner’s “Bridal Chorus” from Lohengrin.

  4. It is little secret that Pat sports limey green ‘Beats By Dre’ (BBD for short) headphones in his uphill battle to mimic teenage sensibilities. Meanwhile, my Sennheiser 280s are of the finest Teutonic stock.

    Tchaikovsky? A known fag.

  5. Well, that’s ruined the thread. Wait…I can feel it coming on…glow sticks at the ready! Hot pants! Check. Tin whistle and shirtless…let’s dance!!!

    Someone get me some methamphetamines, stat!

    • I got a glowstick right here for you to grab, no homo. Here’s a snippet from one of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, oh wait no it’s Tiesto in Norway playing White music for Whites back before he (and Norway) turned full-gay.

      This set will always be evocative for me, sensually. I used to pop this CD into my dad’s car and drive toward Rutgers to have interracial sex with my jewish girlfriend, my high school crush. The whole thing is foreplay; by minute 35 I would be already pretty much arrived and having actual sex. Amazing that I didn’t get more speeding tickets (toward my own destruction).

      • lol imagine a cop on rt 18 pulling me over and writing an $88 ticket for attempted miscegenation. “friends don’t let friends” dot dot dot

  6. Ha, I’ve been late to several concerts but never a day late. Sounds like you had a better night anyway.

    May I recommend our very own ABC Classic FM, which streams online. Can’t say it has helped my love life but it has saved my sanity.

    Saturday afternoon concert is on now which is sounding good, no idea who it is. You could listen to Classic Breakfast (your late dinner) with Emma Ayres of the plum posh accent, viola playing, bicycle riding dyke from England. She is pretty witty, and pleasant, especially for being a muff diva.

  7. As Nietzsche said…

    “God’s advocate am I with the devil: he, however, is the spirit of gravity. How could I, ye light-footed ones, be hostile to divine dances? Or to maidens’ feet with fine ankles?”

    “Have ye now learned my song? Have ye divined what it would say? Well! Cheer up! Ye higher men, sing now my roundelay!”

    “Verily, no cyclone or whirlwind is Zarathustra: and if he be a dancer, he is not at all a tarantula-dancer!—
    Thus spake Zarathustra.”

    Indeed even the most pessimistic must make time for levity for…

    “He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.”

  8. If I may be bold bold as to offer two more 🙂

    For those of you who like classic music you may be satiated by this brooding, yet ecstatic masterpiece
    (listening advice: give it time, listen all the way through)

    and for those who like poetry…

    • There is a resignation and helplessness in that song that I find poignant, compelling and utterly realistic. I would hazard that most separation doesn’t occur in a fit of passion but as a slow distancing where one stands as an observer; any felt passion finding no mark or outlet, perhaps turning inward on itself and becoming melancholic as it did in this song. A sentiment evoked by the music too.

  9. If I may be so bold as to offer two more 🙂

    For those of you who like classical music you may be satiated by this brooding, yet ecstatic masterpiece
    (listening advice: give it time, listen all the way through)

    and for those who like poetry…

  10. Apologies for the double post in an effort to correct a spelling mistake and a double word resulting from a cut and paste I neglected to notice that there is ostensibly no delete function.

    Oh well those pieces are so good as to warrant two entries 🙂

  11. Wow – amazing synchronicity! Last night was a night for dancing in my house as well. And two of the four tunes my three-year-old and I danced to were Johnny Cash tunes. My son asked to hear the “Ring” song again just a few minutes ago.

  12. It would seem that my second comment April 19, 2014 at 2:42 pm is awaiting moderation. Not to worry it was merely a spell-checked duplicate of the previous one April 19, 2014 at 2:37 pm but only the NSA knows for sure 🙂

  13. And, to celebrate the Northern Hemipshere spring, and the Risen Lord (even though we here in the South head off into Winter) here is Handel’s “The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba”, again fully brass.

  14. Excellent selection. What genre is this, Indie Pop?

    Good up tempo, uplifting stuff on this sunny Easter morn’.

    Taking my BBD headphones off for a tick, and in further attempts to hang cool with the kids (is that the right term, hangin’ cool yolo!) here’s one in a similar vein my eldest girl recommends:

  15. I use this as a ringtone on my Pixar phone:

    Funny story about this track: some baboon in America wanted to use it (in its entirety) on his rap-fusion album for another primate to croon over. His record label’s offer of $50k was refused, so… he used it anyway. It’s not like it was some obscure ditty; it made all the top-ten lists in Europe that year (2011), so somebody was definitely going to notice. Probably just a classic case of an over-inflated negro ego and a jowl-faced, cigar-chomping jew who rubber-stamps every one of his desk items, separated in the chain of command by any given incompetent, star-struck, underpaid intern (likely male) whose best credential is sucking cock. I assume some limited restitution was eventually made to the victims, and a few LOLs were had as the chimps brayed at their zookeepers, but like most black-on-White crime, the whole thing was largely swept under the rug.

    Here is a groovy anthem for any K-selecting suitors left out there:

    I once spun this choon for my own Lucrezia Borgia in a brief moment of weakness, but she still was not convinced to have me again:

    Finally, while I could absolutely stand a refresher on tonal theory, this song just rings out as aesthetically-pleasant to me. Devil’s magic, the stroke of genius, or perhaps just 12 monkeys banging on MOOG boards, forever.

  16. Nelson Mass by Haydn. A lot of names here that would make Yeager froth at the mouth (not that it takes much).

    Heil the White West, Heil Whites united, Heil unification. Sieg Heil:

  17. Coalition celebrates a religious Easter: Eight of 19 cabinet members are Catholic

    The Jew-Prodo coalition has no problems getting all sectarian in Oz. How many Jewes in the upper echelons of the Oz Business Review Weekly top 10 rich list? How many Jewes in charge of anti-discrimination state boards? How many Jewes in the judiciary? How many Jewes lobbying with their endless streams of funds our politicians?

    And do the prodos have just a little pip-squeek about that? How many of those vampire-squid Anglos ever rear their ugly heads and proclaim their number in our national demise?

    We still live under an Anglo-Jewe coalition of hatred, spite driven parasitism, as they nail us on the cross of their eternal spite. Usurers. Pornographers. The harlot riding the beast slaking the wine of our creation into our death.

    • Nick Cave is a pseudo Catholic, spent the last several decades playing his gin-rummy junkey for prodo jollies, citing proverbs and Gospel quotes, getting his mates’ kids to whore themselves on his clips, and his buddies slapping his back, the big sell-out flake who never bought in.

      He can take his King James Bible and stick it up his arse.

      Australians make me sick. I mean that. As much as I hate the Judeo-Americxan coalition of internecine, fratricidal, disaster, Australians take the cake when it comes to stabbing your brother in the back.

      How many trips have you accepted on behalf of nationalist Israel, Mr. Bolt?

      Why aren’t you vehement on a national Australia the same way you are for Israel?

      Do you require me to provide you a trip somewhere in Oz for you and your family so you can start to think of us the same way you think of Israel?

      Carr saw the writing on the wall and it struck home seeing, as aloof and uncaring as he is, he still held some scintilla of love for us, and himself. You, on the other hand, still infomercial our nation into death to strut up your cheap holiday destinations.

      Australia is not a toss up between Muslims and Jews, Mr. Bolt. We are.

      It’s about time you chose us.

      Henderson: September 11 turned Carr against Israel

  18. Led Zeppelin – Immigrant Song

    Ah, ah,
    We come from the land of the ice and snow,
    From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
    The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
    To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!

    On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

    Ah, ah,
    We come from the land of the ice and snow,
    From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
    How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
    Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

    On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

    So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
    For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing

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