A Puzzle.

 A very good song for Friday)) No, this is not 1973. 

A Little Bit With Jackie Venson ...

 ... she is a genius, simple as that. 

Haven't Done Fridays ...

... in a while. Here is classic from the bygone era;) G'n'Rs never sounded better.

Does It Remind You ...

 ... something? Nero is said to have played his lyre while Rome was burning. It is Friday and a reminder of my dear friend Anton Ovcharenko's piece called Nero. It often opens my videos. 

This Never Gets Old.

Friday. 

About Porn ...

 ... my evening was going fine until I stumbled upon this. 

This is hardcore, this is the best 69 I ever saw. The moment of clarity when one understands, suddenly, what has been missing in one's life. Now I want this, bad. This is sheer electromechanical porn. 

Two And A Half Hours ...

 ... of Tchaikovsky. Russian service dogs are very cultured, Krasnoyarsk Philharmonic is wonderful))

It is Friday, after all. 

To Enjoy Life A Little Bit...

In the midst of a horror. One is a stunning beauty in everything. 

Others, my cuto-o-meter just broke by going off the scale)) 

That's what civilization does--creates a culture, which speaks to everyone.

Oldies But Goldies...

It is Friday and time to reminisce about happy childhood in early 1960s...

Getting into christmacy mood early...
 

Friday...

 ... Andre delivers, again. With Pakistani Donald Trump, no less))

 

Thank You For The Music, Gabriella...

... and for this Giokonda smile. Friday...

For Aqua, LOL--I am NOT a fan of "girl groups". Only two of them I hold in high esteem, both Japanese, Jazz Avengers and Love Bites. And, of course, Gabriella. Ah, wait, there is another one I love--The Shaggs;)) 

Friday...

My ASMR (one of) to which I get to sleep. Trains are good too, but this is the best.

I used to be able to get to sleep to albums of Tangerine Dream or to Genesis or Pink Floyd. Not anymore, damn age--this, however, is perfect. 

P.S. Guys, give Tucker a break--he had enough courage and integrity to give a platform. In our times--it is almost the feat of heroism. 

Bonesey Wrote An Importnat Post For Friday.

Our buddy Bones, after being stunned, as we all have been, with the depth of Megan Fox's "poetry", especially as delivered by incomparable Candace Owens, wrote some very important things, which cannot be ignored.

It's funny, once upon a time, for me, that Jim Morrison could do no wrong. It's also funny how much band hype and record company promotion enter the public record as truth. There was once a time when not every musical release was hailed as genius like they do nowadays but the Doors were one of those bands, like the Beatles, whose every release was hailed as a product of genius. Truth or hype? Who knows. What I do know is that something I used to live my life by now seems almost laughable in retrospect. Overblown, overdone, over serious, over rated, and other similar words spring to mind now. We haven't even gotten to Jim's "poetry".

Let's put it this way--if not for Ray Manzarek and his intro nobody would really care what kind of fire Jimmy wanted to light on his wire. He could have, as well, sang the telephone book. 

As Bonesey notes: "Loads of bad poetry, and some good............it has it's moments, coupled with some poor musical choices for a post disco Doors release." And keep in mind, Jim was a son of admiral and his "struggles" have been "struggles" of this kind of kid:

But Bonsey makes a good case:

Rimbaud's life was real. He was not rich, he wasn't immediately popular in a big way. He didn't have the powerhouse of Elektra records behind him. Jim worked in a safety net. He had managers, handlers, lawyers, you name. Rimbaud didn't have any of these things. He really had no advisers at all and had he, would he have listened? Rimbaud lived his own life and carried very little, if at all, what others thought. For all his bluster, I think Jim cared very much about what others thought. His "revolutionary" image was well considered, well thought out, and calculated. Later in his career, via the live albums, you can hear Jim lose his power over the audience. You can hear them speaking over his poetry. To regain control Jim starts yelling at them to shut up. Jim ended his life in much the same way as the Fat Elvis did. Bloated, self absorbed, surrounded by idiots, and reduced to a caricature of himself.

And that's all you need to know about much of counter-culture of 1960s and 1970s, much of which, not all, was created by Fortunate Sons. 

I Cannot Stand...

... Nirvana (Grunge, in general), but just for Gabriela's disarming smile in the end, I can endure.  

Friday it is.
 

Well, Friday.

 Gotta love Rick.

Go at it.

In The Eye Of The Beholder...

 ... or a very dangerous topic for Friday. After this:

The question, bypassing Jordan Peterson's reasonable psycho-biological explanations, is simple--these types of women are not just Karenesque mental, which they are, it is a deeper issue of being undesirable. This psycho knows it, she is driven by it despite having a family and kids. I deliberately omit here posting those photos. Her husband looks like... well... I also abstain here. 

Yes, she is extremely colorless and unattractive woman and not because she IS unattractive, which she is, but because she is not feminine and projects dominance compensating for what she will never get. Well, I call it a low fuckability index, but this is all tongue in cheek, because in the end even some physically attractive women can easily turn any non-consistent masturbators and alpha males off. Woman must have femininity, which does not necessarily equal physical beauty, and intellect first of all, the rest is negotiable. People of low cultural level, which are most of celebrities and creative class, do not know the difference, hence manipulation of ugliness as IN lack of any femininity into the standard of beauty.

 

Because third wave feminism is about failing to get the intimacy, as opposed to being fucked, sometimes in a humiliating way. Intimacy is a projection of the future of relations, being only sexually appealing is mostly about regret the next day, or month. This is how developed men find wives and real women find husbands--by avoiding this paradigm. Charlize Theron is a stunningly beautiful woman, she also projects a lot of things normal men will find disturbing and repulsing.  And only perverts like Sean Penn could have found an explicit whore like Madonna attractive. So, here it is--the Friday topic on a controversial subject, granted, that the beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 

I envy the young guy who will fall, or maybe already, in love with Gabriella, in her almost Giokonda's semi-smile and incredible inner beauty which manifests itself in musical and physical way so profoundly. As it happened with me almost forty years ago. 

BTW, never found Cindy Crawford attractive. Beautiful? Yes! Absolutely cold and repulsive, everything was on her face--easily read. But that's just me. 

It is Friday... go at it...

Somehow Panie Maryla Rodowitcz still makes so many Russian hearts tremble since 1977. 

That was in Sopot... 46 years ago...

OK, It's Friday.

I should have listened to my mom and went to music school. Damn, I was a maroon with all that boxing, martial arts and missiles. How I wish I could take music lessons, then blow $7,000 for this magnificent instrument and play like Aki Raymond Lefevre's immortal La Reine De Saba;)  

Electon, actually, is a fantastic instrument. Go at it, it is Friday.

Friday, Tolstoy, Tanks And Shit...

Thanks to our very own s marsh who unearthed this wonderful tour de force by Leo Tolstoy's great grandson who tore a new one to a collection of French media combat chihuahuas. Enjoy this:

You see, they cannot conceive that they are being outclassed everywhere, literally, from diplomacy, to culture to intelligence, to military, economy et al. Poor, poor dears.

Here is me speaking tanks.
 

And here is angelic Lucy Thomas making late Whitney's hit her own. 

Enjoy, it is Friday...

A Little Bit Of A True Beauty On Friday.

And I mean musically and physically. This rare combination--a detox from satanism of the latest Grammy. 

Yes, Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits wrote and played this magnificent piece. Gabriella just blesses us with her beauty in and out.

On A Lighter Note For Friday.

If Billie Jean was Irish. Delightful))

Enjoy... I did))