Elvis Costello Fan Forum

come clean Elvisios, and tell me you're deepest darkest secret, and I'll tell you why you're wrong.

Anyone here heard of COINTELPRO? bet you haven't, and i know why.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/COINTELPRO

Of course they do! A friend described shuffle as like shining a torch into a vast, dark trove of half-forgotten treasure. I love shuffle in the car. The excitement of what's next. My 8 hour playlist was similar as I could barely remember what I'd put in it. Sure marriage, kids, etc. are matters (mo...

MP3's are great, but do they give more satisfaction that say a walkman?

Jeremy Dylan wrote:My iPod is like a radio with good sound quality and only good music on it, plus no irritating DJs.

It’s not question of equating the trivial with the profound, Rather that the very ubiquity of choice both in the economic and social spheres is actually altered how we are and how we live our lives. Lets take the point about parenthood and by association marriage as a useful example on this. 50 or 6...

you've kind of hit the nail on the proverbial My angst is that even if we opt out of making certain 'advantages' economic choices, we feel we must be missing out on something, our laziness costs us. By not taking the time to shop around we miss an opportunity, when in fact no such opportunity exists...

have we made a fetish of choice? Has modernity brought with it a millstone? I don't just mean in terms of affluence, lifestyle choices too-religion or not, parenthood or not, promiscuity or not, in fact increasingly many aspects of our lives are filled with what i see as a series of burdensome and p...

i'll miss Hitchens too, and he has a great speaking voice, i guess the fags helped, (irony barely sums it up) , but he has such a great sounding voice.

[quote="bambooneedle"]I do appreciate your stupidity, but only to a point. It is of very limited comical value to me. it wasn't meant to be comedic, it's a comment on the state of your sobriety or inebriation and your obvious inability to be coherent in either state. You're way out of you'...

I’ll keep this simple so you can make sense of it,
lay off the booze mate, it’s clearly fucking with your brain-hey look, no long words, i hope you appreciate
my condescention!

i'm not sure consciousness is always in constant flux, the 'i'm a million different people from one minute to the next' dictum, is inherently contradictory, if we're different 'people' from one minute to the next, how can any concept of mind or personal identity make sense at all? To understand cons...

Have to say, i think Bowie's latter day output was pretty dreary, apart from the excellent drum and bass based 'Earthling' and the cultural sampling par excellence of 'Outside'. ~Though i think these owe a great deal to musicians he was working with, Reeves Gabriel, and Mike Garson (i think) etc, st...

ha ha, you 'drink therefore you are', bambooneedle, I love to drink too, though i think i'm a lightweight compared to you. But it strikes me that there's a kind of inevitable trade off between the amount one drinks, and the extent to which it can be maintained as an altered state. If a person were a...

songs aren't poems, this is true, but i think the distinction between recorded music-pop music and songs, is at least as important. The combination of music and words, or even just the sound of the voice, where the words are un-discernible, act upon the nervous system in an entirely different way, t...

Jerusalem by Blake. And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow...

Jerusalem by Blake. And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow ...

Happy Birthday ARL, go and alter your state of conciousness, in other words, get pissed- and have one on me

It's really cute how you take it so seriously. Ask an impossible question, get an impossible answer. "Why is there air?" - Bill Cosby, 1966 If it's an impossible question, with an impossible answer, why do you keep trying to answer it?, come on boy, think! Oh, and 'why is there air?' easy...

What a silly question. Thanks for asking. Brains form bundles of nerve endings and create pathways of communication between them. The more evolved a brain is, the more likely the owner is going to sense a "consiousness". The sensory organs attached to the brain create an illusion of "...

Rene is the lead for me on this- I simply cannot deny the existence of my mind- my sheer thinking presupposes my mind exists-however I can doubt the existence of my body because I can imagine I might be an incorporeal spirit-not a far step to your notion of artificial intelligence. As Rene said &qu...

Whether it's 'I think, therefore I am, 'I speak...' or 'I have goosebumps...', it's all effectively the same thing. Or in Samuel Johnson's case, 'the stone hurts when I kick it, therefore I am.' I do love this story: Refutation of Bishop Berkeley After we came out of the church, we stood talking fo...

Cannot credit a recent sublime musical experience as Otis for such an awareness but will throw my lot in with Rene instead- "Cogito ergo sum". Yeah, a lot of people would also follow Descartes on this, though one could doubt the concept of the 'I', for my money consciousness itself is und...

Sorry to break it to you Otis, but you're a brain in a jar! what you perceive as reality is nothing but me electromagnetically and chemically stimulating your brain-Joanna is someone i created to keep you entertained for a while. On the plus side, since you know it's not real, you no longer have to ...

any thoughts, do tell......

Morrissey Christian Dior Christian Dior You wasted your life On aroma and clothes Fabric and dyes Christian Dior You wasted your life On grandeur and style And making the poor rich smile You could have run wild On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille Reckless and legless and stoned Impregnating wome...