The Mountain Goats could easily turn this into a song - bravo!

the video is an obvious ploy to reduce shoplifting by showing viewers that there are more productive things to do in supermarket aisles, such as dancing.

If it's not that, it's definitely to educate viewers that all dance moves look better with bright white hi-tops.

Had to come back to this post again - there's too much to take in on first read: youth, art, drugs and death. I also wanted to listen to the song again - great piece.

Upon reading again, I like your word choice of 'urgency' more and more to describe the zeitgeist that Dash (and others) play upon. The root word, urge, pretty accurately describes the vague-but-compelling sense of momentum that seems to drive individuals from youth to death (and hopefully to drugs and art somewhere between them). I can't decide though, whether I see Dash as a casualty of this urgency, or as someone who truly managed to reject its grip on him.

If I'm to take anything from Dash's death, or his life, or his work, it's that as long as my urges are there to keep me company, I'd like to get to know them better. I plan to start with the urge to have some water and the urge to pee - which came first anyways?

Yess, I get to be the first person to coin the slang term for a sandy vagina: "Dune Tang".

BTW - it was never mentioned whether or not Jack's bike was a fixed gear.... I have my suspicions

The influence on Jim Morrison is all too obvious, but don't forget the influence this had on Van Morrison. Have you ever listened closely to "Brown-eyed girl".

LOL (_*_)

if this is, indeed, the missing kyle and not his captors - great song, and a thoughtful prompt on the desire to leave it all behind. I heard Cambridge is a great place to go if you're looking to get away from it all.

"Talking about music is like dancing about architecture" - the source of the quote is disputed, but the message is no less valid.

So what to make of talking about talking about music (aka. music journalism journalism)? The only reason I listen to music anymore is so I know what the hell people are talking about.

apologies if my contribution to the meat-music dialogue is comparatively low-brow, but the first thing that comes to mind is Gwar's "Meat Sandwich" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjXOpQxL5f0

Also, I'd like to make a song/video that chronicles the meat consumed by a roommate of mine I affectionately call "Meatwad".
Scene 1: parents' fridge
Scene 2: ground handfuls (wads) wrapped in cling film, placed in our freezer
Scene 3: hot pan, no oil
Scene 4: up in smoke - "Meatwad" awakes from post-wank slumber to the celebratory call of smoke alarms.
Scene 5: down the hatch
Scene 6: www.ratemypoo.com
~ Fin ~

wow, pretty gritty stuff - not sure what to make of it yet, but I like it.

On the issue of being in chest cavities, Bear Grylls sez: if you're caught in a Sahara sandstorm, you can weather the storm in the chest cavity of your camel. Probably only a good idea if you have a camel to spare tho.

First of all, how fitting are those black leather gloves in the picture? (pun intended) The literary cliche of black gloves really jumps out at you (think Dr. Strangelove http://www.imdb.com/media/rm3181944064/tt0057012, or either Skywalker - Anakin or Luke). No aspiring fascist would be caught without them.

Secondly - batons?? seriously?? They don't read Freud at the police academy? I'm all for police carrying batons if it means they don't carry guns, but if they're going to run around swinging their prosthetic phalli, count me out.

Lastly, way to go Aaron - wielding the non-literary, non-Freudian device (camera phone) and turning Big Brother on itself. There's nothing more aggravating to aspiring fascists than freelance surveillance.