Culture 10

Is this my blood dried upon my face?
Or is it the love of someone else?
It tastes so sweet, just like you used to
So rescue me my love, splice us together

— Faith No More, “The Morning After” (1989)

Culture 9

Well I’m a nervous wreck
But what would you expect
From a fella with a girlie that’ll never neck?
Ooh, she’s a little queen
But she’s very mean
And every evening in her parlor
There’s a battle scene
I just want her to be nice and chummy with me
But she don’t wanna
She don’t wanna

“She Don’t Wanna” by Orrin Tucker and his Orchestra (1941)

Culture 7

Watched Porfirio Jimenez paint a Pink-Floyd-themed spray-paint painting. I love taking the time to watch one of his videos every so often. He’s a Mexican Bob Ross. In that he makes it look so easy. He’s like a Mexican spray-painting Bob Ross who routinely uses a flame thrower to cure the paint. His obvious, childlike enthusiasm for what he is doing really comes through in the videos. Just like Bob Ross. Makes for really therapeutic viewing. Here’s the video I watched. Fifteen minutes.

Culture 3

Hello, I love you
Won’t you tell me your name?

— The Doors, “Hello, I Love You” (1968)

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I don’t know your fucking name
So what? Let’s fuck!

— Korn, “A.D.I.D.A.S.” (1996)

Culture 2

In a seedy karaoke bar
By the banks of the mighty Bosphorus
Is a Japanese man in a business suit
Singing ‘Smoke Gets in Your Eyes’
And the muscular cyborg German dudes
Dance with sexy French Canadians
While the overweight Americans
Wear their patriotic jumpsuits

— Cake, “Wheels”