This Blog is hereby resurrected. I'm still busy with my short story portfoilo, but when I write, well now, I write tons. Anything posted here is a draft and the author retains full ownership thereof...word to all the "Vader haters" out there.
I owe almost everthing to this odd little band. Their radio debut in the grand old 90's was "Low Five," and that's when I remember feeling the tidal pull of an alternate universe pulling at my feet. It would take me two years to finally track down the CD itself, and it would take my dark paramour to buy it. But once played, it's one of those rare CDs, one of those strange moments in life where you don't need stimulates to make the trip to "somewhere else." Every song on the CD is a masterful work. And that's when I understood the agony of writing. Nothing is ever good until its Sneaker Pimp good. And that's a near suicidal anguish to endure as a dreamer of words, but it's my anguish, my private anguish that only you know (not even my family has a freaking clue).
I don't have an evaluation, a reading, a critique of "Spin, Spin, Sugar" to present. It's world is like this one, only, one iota different, and its that difference that makes the song, and the band, positively unique. You can't call it grunge, you can't call it Goth, you can't legally call it rock. Some critics refer to the band as trip-hop, but that's just a label. What the hell is trip-hop, right? And don't say: "Oh, Portishead!"
Like I said, it's because of the SPs that I discovered the underground music audioverse. Sure, I love Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Garbage, but that's only an aesthetic high for me. My true soul belongs to the Sneaker Pimps, The Cure, Autumn, and the list goes on. Thus, I salute you SP. Isn't Kelli great?
I needed this song to make me continue the journey with Mildred. I'll update that one today as well. "Watch this space..." (Yeah, that's a little lyric from "Low Five"). Doesn't it strike you as strange? I span the stream of SPs and the land of classic movies? "Low Five" to my left, and Mildred Pierce to my right? I am not right in the old head.