"Jazz is a word they use to sell our music,
but to me that word does not exist."
John Coltrane
Preppers always talk about water filters, self-defense, and food, but they never talk about music videos. But the discerning culture warlord will have at least one copy of this video in their arsenal, preferably in 240p. They can take our life, but they will never take our freedom.
Hermeto Pascoal is the albino Ramone. Here he is jamming with a jug band in a river in Brazil.
Hermeto Pascoal is also the negative image of Joey Ramone. They both have crazy, massive hair, but where Joey Ramone is emaciated and dark, Hermeto Pascoal is heavy and white. He also bears more than a passing resemblance to Santa Claus.
All of which is very interesting, but it doesn't answer the most important question.
Is he a punk rocker?
I call it the "yuppie moment," and always wondered when my generation would hit it. The yuppie moment is when you become the teacher from Charlie Brown, droning on like a muted trumpet until your subjects fall asleep.
The yuppie moment is inevitable. There is no way to avoid it. But if Peppermint Patty is falling asleep because her teacher sounds like a boring jazz instrument, does that mean she's a punk rocker, like Sheena and Hermeto Pascoal?
"Punk rock is a word used by dilettantes
and heartless manipulators."
Iggy Pop
I don't know. All I know is that the Soccer Matriarchy has co-opted the world, and that Hermeto Pascoal is the negative image of Joey Ramone.
What's the "soccer matriarchy," you may ask?
A tool of social control and compliance, of course. Everything that is anathema to the free, individual spirit of man.
From The Punk-Rock Soccer Matriarchy (and how to avoid it):
The Soccer Matriarchy does not maintain control by means of culture, WASP-y hairstyles and addresses, or money. It stays in power by
Excluding Undesirables.
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Usta be, the undesirables turned into punk rockers to survive the pain and rejection of cultural exile. For awhile now, the punks have been the exclusive, preachy soccer moms, droning on about feminism and social justice like a boring, muted instrument in the hands of an old person standing in the front of the room. Punk has hit the yuppie singularity. Awhile ago.
What's a self-respecting sombrero'd punk-rock dinosaur to do?
From The Punk-Rock Soccer Matriarchy (and how to avoid it):
It is time for the monsters on the edge of town to stay where they are. NOT to unite, but to celebrate their monster-ness, alone, in the woods, in the desert, out to sea, away from the incorporated cults, whether they be towns, groups of enslaved, unimaginative people who are religious about their politics, or stores at the mall with all the cool merch I like. The monsters need to be grateful for their exile, NOT as a juvenile, pained reaction to being “excluded from the scene” (which reaction is only natural, but harmful), but rather as a quiet, pro-active acceptance of their own individual identity, whatever it may be. Whether the cult is a bunch of jocks, punk-rockers, film-savvy hipsters, intimidatingly-attired rich kids, cheerleaders, rodeo clowns, or mutant carnival freaks,
The true monster must be glad to not be burdened with being forced to jump through the golden hoops of the Soccer Matriarchy, in all its terrible forms, and eat frozen beans in solitude, for years if necessary, until total immunity has been achieved
From the debilitating disease of the religion of community.
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I don't think it's possible for a culture or individual to survive the yuppie singularity without an appreciation of both the droning, muted trumpets and the punk-rock river jug bands jamming to Tom Waits in a cartoon urban landscape. Preppers always talk about water, self-defense, and food, but they never talk about mental and spiritual self-defense, or music videos. Why not?
What's the point of surviving a zombie apocalypse
If you forget to bring your favorite music videos?
Yaknow?
