In the historical context, you can yield to new ideas without becoming communist or whatever people were scared of in the 60's. In the personal context, it means you can give a little, still be you and change at the same time.
Embracing new ideas and realizing that the current way of life isn't the only way.
For example (and I don't want to start a serious conflict debate): We, as humans, can survive without certain luxuries, but we continue to use and waste things. Primarily, because we think we're the end-all and we can do as we please.
Ishmael really had a profound impact on me...sorry
PBM
"We paced ourselves and we didn't rush through it and we tried to be as creative as our collective minds would let us be over some course of time instead of just trying to rush through a record"
Embracing new ideas and realizing that the current way of life isn't the only way.
For example (and I don't want to start a serious conflict debate): We, as humans, can survive without certain luxuries, but we continue to use and waste things. Primarily, because we think we're the end-all and we can do as we please.
Ishmael really had a profound impact on me...sorry
PBM
PMB, dont worry. This isnt the Moving Train.....:)
I gotta read this book. You reference it often and it sounds like it has a large part in the mood of Yield.
All that's sacred, comes from youth....dedications, naive and true.
PMB, dont worry. This isnt the Moving Train.....:)
I gotta read this book. You reference it often and it sounds like it has a large part in the mood of Yield.
Read it! It is great. I loaned my copy to a friend and never got it back. I think I will have to buy it again.
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way it treats its animals. Ghandi
Riverrunner, I think I believed everything in the book before I read it, it just help cement certain beliefs.
There are three by Quinn worth checking out (although I've only read 1 and part of a second):
Ishmael My Ishmael Story of B
PBM
"We paced ourselves and we didn't rush through it and we tried to be as creative as our collective minds would let us be over some course of time instead of just trying to rush through a record"
Quinn also has a book called After Dachau which is sick and disturbing, but very interesting. Not like Ishmael at all.
Speaking of Yield literature...Bukowski is also someone to read.
As is The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov.
All these belong to the great Yield literary tradition.
In fact, I wrote an article about it, supposedly appearing on Two Feet Thick in the near future.
Back to Brain of J.
So we're convinved this is an intro to the theme of the record and not just an outlier or something that got placed up front becuase it rawks?
Who got next? PBM? Riverrunner? Pilate? anyone...???
Who ever gets here first on Monday...go for it.
PBM
"We paced ourselves and we didn't rush through it and we tried to be as creative as our collective minds would let us be over some course of time instead of just trying to rush through a record"
i think most of his brains were splattered about the limo. and on jackie's dress. and on the street. it was brutal.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
I wonder why this was the last post in the thread...
because the truth is disturbing. my bad.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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Embracing new ideas and realizing that the current way of life isn't the only way.
For example (and I don't want to start a serious conflict debate): We, as humans, can survive without certain luxuries, but we continue to use and waste things. Primarily, because we think we're the end-all and we can do as we please.
Ishmael really had a profound impact on me...sorry
PBM
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I gotta read this book. You reference it often and it sounds like it has a large part in the mood of Yield.
I loved Ishmael. It reinforced what I already thought, but it was nice to get reinforcement.
Read it! It is great. I loaned my copy to a friend and never got it back. I think I will have to buy it again.
There are three by Quinn worth checking out (although I've only read 1 and part of a second):
Ishmael
My Ishmael
Story of B
PBM
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Speaking of Yield literature...Bukowski is also someone to read.
As is The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov.
All these belong to the great Yield literary tradition.
In fact, I wrote an article about it, supposedly appearing on Two Feet Thick in the near future.
Back to Brain of J.
So we're convinved this is an intro to the theme of the record and not just an outlier or something that got placed up front becuase it rawks?
-Eddie Vedder
6/24/06 Cincinatti, Ohio
6/14/08 Manchester, Tennessee
Who ever gets here first on Monday...go for it.
PBM
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i think most of his brains were splattered about the limo. and on jackie's dress. and on the street. it was brutal.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
because the truth is disturbing. my bad.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green