CHEERS to the NEW...
- Thread starter Aerwen
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autumnsphere
Dreamer
Oh... that's nice!
Well, mates, you didn't scare me THAT much with your war.... Shit happens... It's just virtual reality, don't take it too serious! 
toolsofthetrade
Member
yeh, seems a bit like survival of the fittest eh
where's Meddy, Dhatura, the auld bunch?
alrite you rookies?
where's Meddy, Dhatura, the auld bunch?
alrite you rookies?
Achernar
Ego-Boosted Southlander
Bastet
ironing...
Drynwhyl
infp
hello, mates
i'm not really e new one, just started to post recently.. keep a close watch on you for a long time now
i'm not really e new one, just started to post recently.. keep a close watch on you for a long time now
toolsofthetrade
Member
yeh, he told me the same thing actually
well, i reckon one of these days we all will grow past this UM phase hehe
well, i reckon one of these days we all will grow past this UM phase hehe
DragonLady1
Firesoul
ah I dont think its so bad here actually, a little distract from work from time to time anyway, I prefer to meet people in real, its always better
anyway, I prefer to meet people in real, its always better 
Susie
Member
Yeh i'll second thatDragonLady1 said:ah I dont think its so bad here actually, a little distract from work from time to time
Justo Peralta
pinche viejo loco
Thanks all!
I've been followin the board for a long while now...FINALLY de-lurked.
Also helps that i FINALLY have a computer of own for the past few months.
And hopefully I'll have time to post every now and then...
Thanks for the warm welcome! :Smokedev:
I've been followin the board for a long while now...FINALLY de-lurked.
Also helps that i FINALLY have a computer of own for the past few months.
And hopefully I'll have time to post every now and then...
Thanks for the warm welcome! :Smokedev:
Strangelight
steak(knife) no more
DragonLady1
Firesoul
Strangelight
steak(knife) no more
Strangelight
steak(knife) no more
We mock and deride them, dismiss them as trash or low life, in order to disassociate ourselves from the ethos that compels them to give themselves away to total strangers. Groupies, as they are eponymously known, are chicks that follow, fawn over and offer themselves to rock stars. And while the phenomenon dates back to the 1950s, groupie behavior has been explicit since the dawn of man, when our primal predecessors were waxing savage over wild game in the African savannahs or fighting for cave space in the cliffs of les- Eyzies (France). Back then, females, to optimize survival for themselves and future offspring, would gravitate toward the most powerful, territory-toting males. Males, too, would attempt to forge asexual bonds with their betters to better ensure their chances at survival. Over time, these survival patterns -- expressed as primordial impulses that compel someone towards someone better -- found their way into our DNA, and since then has accounted for our abiding fascination with persons exercising power.
What is striking is that until recently in our history the prototype of the groupie was envied for giving herself (her eggs) away to the alpha male, while today, her modern counterpart invites universal scorn for the exact same comportment. A development which underscores the importance we attach to the rites of courtship which the groupie insouciantly flouts and for which she is stigmatized: the smallest price to pay for a chance at the big prize. Which is to say in the grand evolutionary skein of things, the bio-force urging the groupie to tender herself to the rich and famous takes precedence over any rite of courtship. Or, with all due respect to able bodied latrinists and their kind without whom society would be in the deep, the groupie wants what is (genotypically) best for her eggs.
That too many of us have convinced ourselves we are superior in kind may be a self-serving delusion that begs further investigation, especially among males who secretly long for the unconditional adoration and ovarian rights conferred by the guileless groupie. Can the case now be made that the groupie phenomenon conceals a universal truth that designates Becoming (a groupie) prior to and a condition of self-hood? And those of us too proud and prude to assume our groupie inheritance imperil not only our peace of mind, but condemn the fugitive quest for the self to a series of defeats and recessionals. Perhaps women in all cultures outlive men because they have the courage to acknowledge the groupie within? -- a little part of us in every one,' -- pace Neil Young, professional rock star.
Enlightened males (pardon the oxymoron) who are in touch with their groupie patrimony can be observed performing the acrobatics of self-vassalization while miraculously maintaining acceptable self-esteem indices. Like flies to fresh fertilizer, they seek out and take advantage of existing hierarchies established by powerful males, but unlike females, social custom obliges them to disguise their groupie instincts, so instead of admitting -- outside of their fantasy life -- to their desire/dream of meeting with and getting connected to a Bon Jovi, Tiger Woods, or Brad Pitt, they approach the object of their adulation through, for example, the rite of the autograph request (always for someone else, of course) or engineer the desired association through non-fawning conventional means: practical doctor-dentist-financial advisor, career consultant relationships.
Rob: I was thinking, Mick, that maybe we should place that small speaker more to the left, so your voice and Keith's guitar are more separate.
Mick: (Offering thought to Rob's suggestion). That's probably a good idea, Rob. You're talking about 5 feet, 10 feet?
Rob: Not sure. Maybe we should do a quick soundcheck?
Mick: Absolutely. Fans deserve the best. (Conferring in low voices, Rob and Mick approach the concert stage).
That the ultimate power is creative and not political or territorial - which is what Nietzsche means by the Will to Power, shorthand for the Will to re-invent oneself -- explains why the rock star is by far the first choice of the groupie. Compared to music - and the pleasurable drugs with which it is often mixed -- the content of political discourse, despite its occasional theatricality, oscillates between the soporific and anal retentive, not to speak of the age differential between groupie and politician, on top of which it is now politically incorrect for politicians to cultivate groupies. Beyond that, music is that perfect friend outside oneself that invites the listener to indulge his/her (unedited) feelings without ever having to articulate them. For every emotion there is a musical counterpoint, a private place where the listener can go and confess his/her anger, frustration, hatred, self-hatred, alienation, and desire to be understood. Like no other art form, rock music provides for the inner life of mostly teenagers trying to find themselves and their way in a mostly indifferent world. If power is the measure of someone's ability to command the attention, awe, respect, fear, love-adoration of large numbers of people, rock music reigns supreme, because unlike any other art form, from Mali to the Mekong Delta, it has found a home in every corner of the world.
Is it any wonder that rock stars are enjoying unprecedented global adulation, a groupie-quantifiable fact that prompted John Lennon to declare the Beatles were more popular than Jesus Christ, which, if nothing else, demystifies the unspoken conceit that being able to create something out of nothing is tantamount to playing God with a small 'g.' So that when we find ourselves inexplicably drawn to the gods who created the B Minor Mass and Abbey Road it is because we are drawn to and want to participate in the very mystery of creation itself. By preserving and transmitting the artists exceptional gifts, we are signing on to the notion that what isn't transmuted into art won't survive, or, taking liberties with Mallarmé, and with all due respect to Rap and its monophonic siblings, the aim of the universe is the creation of melody.
Which leaves you and I in the unmediated presence of the groupie in the truth of her being, confident and fully rehabilitated, a steady calm in the discontent of our pride and prejudice.
For when all is said and done, the groupie, without apology, is simply and frankly expressing his/her devotion to the principle of creation. That young women will continue to give themselves away to lead guitarists in tight pants, total strangers known only through their music, confirms the exceptional status of the artist, who by making exceptional demands on himself, commands the means (the groupie) to genetically preserve and transmit his gift.
What is striking is that until recently in our history the prototype of the groupie was envied for giving herself (her eggs) away to the alpha male, while today, her modern counterpart invites universal scorn for the exact same comportment. A development which underscores the importance we attach to the rites of courtship which the groupie insouciantly flouts and for which she is stigmatized: the smallest price to pay for a chance at the big prize. Which is to say in the grand evolutionary skein of things, the bio-force urging the groupie to tender herself to the rich and famous takes precedence over any rite of courtship. Or, with all due respect to able bodied latrinists and their kind without whom society would be in the deep, the groupie wants what is (genotypically) best for her eggs.
That too many of us have convinced ourselves we are superior in kind may be a self-serving delusion that begs further investigation, especially among males who secretly long for the unconditional adoration and ovarian rights conferred by the guileless groupie. Can the case now be made that the groupie phenomenon conceals a universal truth that designates Becoming (a groupie) prior to and a condition of self-hood? And those of us too proud and prude to assume our groupie inheritance imperil not only our peace of mind, but condemn the fugitive quest for the self to a series of defeats and recessionals. Perhaps women in all cultures outlive men because they have the courage to acknowledge the groupie within? -- a little part of us in every one,' -- pace Neil Young, professional rock star.
Enlightened males (pardon the oxymoron) who are in touch with their groupie patrimony can be observed performing the acrobatics of self-vassalization while miraculously maintaining acceptable self-esteem indices. Like flies to fresh fertilizer, they seek out and take advantage of existing hierarchies established by powerful males, but unlike females, social custom obliges them to disguise their groupie instincts, so instead of admitting -- outside of their fantasy life -- to their desire/dream of meeting with and getting connected to a Bon Jovi, Tiger Woods, or Brad Pitt, they approach the object of their adulation through, for example, the rite of the autograph request (always for someone else, of course) or engineer the desired association through non-fawning conventional means: practical doctor-dentist-financial advisor, career consultant relationships.
Rob: I was thinking, Mick, that maybe we should place that small speaker more to the left, so your voice and Keith's guitar are more separate.
Mick: (Offering thought to Rob's suggestion). That's probably a good idea, Rob. You're talking about 5 feet, 10 feet?
Rob: Not sure. Maybe we should do a quick soundcheck?
Mick: Absolutely. Fans deserve the best. (Conferring in low voices, Rob and Mick approach the concert stage).
That the ultimate power is creative and not political or territorial - which is what Nietzsche means by the Will to Power, shorthand for the Will to re-invent oneself -- explains why the rock star is by far the first choice of the groupie. Compared to music - and the pleasurable drugs with which it is often mixed -- the content of political discourse, despite its occasional theatricality, oscillates between the soporific and anal retentive, not to speak of the age differential between groupie and politician, on top of which it is now politically incorrect for politicians to cultivate groupies. Beyond that, music is that perfect friend outside oneself that invites the listener to indulge his/her (unedited) feelings without ever having to articulate them. For every emotion there is a musical counterpoint, a private place where the listener can go and confess his/her anger, frustration, hatred, self-hatred, alienation, and desire to be understood. Like no other art form, rock music provides for the inner life of mostly teenagers trying to find themselves and their way in a mostly indifferent world. If power is the measure of someone's ability to command the attention, awe, respect, fear, love-adoration of large numbers of people, rock music reigns supreme, because unlike any other art form, from Mali to the Mekong Delta, it has found a home in every corner of the world.
Is it any wonder that rock stars are enjoying unprecedented global adulation, a groupie-quantifiable fact that prompted John Lennon to declare the Beatles were more popular than Jesus Christ, which, if nothing else, demystifies the unspoken conceit that being able to create something out of nothing is tantamount to playing God with a small 'g.' So that when we find ourselves inexplicably drawn to the gods who created the B Minor Mass and Abbey Road it is because we are drawn to and want to participate in the very mystery of creation itself. By preserving and transmitting the artists exceptional gifts, we are signing on to the notion that what isn't transmuted into art won't survive, or, taking liberties with Mallarmé, and with all due respect to Rap and its monophonic siblings, the aim of the universe is the creation of melody.
Which leaves you and I in the unmediated presence of the groupie in the truth of her being, confident and fully rehabilitated, a steady calm in the discontent of our pride and prejudice.
For when all is said and done, the groupie, without apology, is simply and frankly expressing his/her devotion to the principle of creation. That young women will continue to give themselves away to lead guitarists in tight pants, total strangers known only through their music, confirms the exceptional status of the artist, who by making exceptional demands on himself, commands the means (the groupie) to genetically preserve and transmit his gift.
Allan
New Metal Member
Conclusion: You are indeed father Strangelight.
I've always been very honest about my desire to meet Bon Jovi though.
I've always been very honest about my desire to meet Bon Jovi though.
Strangelight
steak(knife) no more
Allan said:
I'd like to meet Bon Jovi too and Lemmy, but not because I wanna brag that they wanted to shag me. "Ooh Lemmy smiled at me" *coo*
Allan
New Metal Member
