LUCASONIC FEATURING VIRGINIA L - CD BITCHY

Popis - BITCHY:
There are millions and millions of people in the city. There are people arguing in the streets. There are people staying late at work. There are people planting trees. People living in trees, on the sly. People looking out their windows to see what all that noise is about. People driving cars, riding bikes, walking, staying put, people moving just because they can't stand to stay still. Cowboys doing tai chi in the park. Hippies jamming out to a wicked drum circle. Cops giving tickets. Haters hating. Old Asian ladies playing hacky sack. Kids throwing fits on the bus. Old ladies drinking on their porch. Baristas getting hit on. Hipsters listening to This American Life. Teen girls wearing pajama bottoms and flip flops. People are putting their trash outside of their houses, cuz Earth Day is once a year but trash day is every week. Some people are taking that trash home, sleeping on it, dusting it off, eating it, hanging it on their wall and then throwing it away again after a week. This one lady traveled the world all her life and is alone in old age, planting flowers every spring. This one dude is going to get totally wasted tonight. This one girl has no direction, only momentum of a push that started before she remembers. This one guy goes to church every week. These guys are pumping Kool Keith from their tricked out ride. This one guy is apologizing desperately, quietly, into his cell phone. This one kid was killed by a cop who meant to taser him. People are rioting because of that kid. This one girl is saying that it’s lame they should torch some innocent stranger's car and this one guy is saying that some white artist hipster slumming it up in what she thinks is the ghetto being more concerned about the destruction of property than the violence against youth of color is a part of the reason that kid was killed. Oh snap, those people aren't talking to each other after that shit! Someone is just going to work, minding her own business. Someone around the corner used to be in a popular band in the 90’s, The Counting Crows I think. Someone is trying to get his flirt on, but is told he ain't got no game. Someone is quietly doing charity work. Someone is spitting on the liars and hypocrites in the name of Jesus Christ. Someone fell asleep on the bus. People are playing music. They’re making music with computers. They’re walking down the street, rapping. They’re performing for elementary school children. They’re making country music, city music, fifth wave ska, traditional Balkan dance songs exactly like they have been played for centuries (they imagine). They’re putting on shows in abandoned buildings. They’re taking old music and adding electronic dance beats, beats antique. They’re making the newest noises. They’re imitating their favorite bands. Everyone is playing music alone in their bedroom. Everyone is downloading music for free. Everyone’s painting graffiti. Everyone’s watching lots and lots of TV shows on DVD. Everyone’s littering like crazy. Everyone drives up from the ’burbs on the weekends to hit up the bars. Everyone’s wearing oversized white t-shirts and baggy jeans so the cops can’t tell them apart. Everyone’s jaywalking inhumanly slow. Everyone’s stealing any bike that isn't locked up with two different kinds of locks to an extremely stable post. Everyone’s having unprotected sex. Everyone’s putting up signs saying they reserve the right to refuse service for any reason. Everyone’s painting over graffiti. Everyone’s playing dice on the sidewalk. Someone’s saying its a pity. Someone’s gonna call the cops if you don’t get out of here this very second. Someone’s going out for the night in the hopes of going home with a stranger. Someone’s spray painting 'driving' on stop signs. Someone’s half yelling, half singing, 'Street Spirit! Can You Hear It?' on the corner of Center and Shattuck. Someone else lives here too, you know. She’s getting the shit kicked out of her. She’s singing Dead Kennedys songs while she bikes home. She’s teaching yoga. She loves the Lord, Lordy Lord. She walks into a restaurant, sits down at a table that still has food on it and eats. He’s applying for a job at every goddamn corporate eatery on this goddamn street. He’s waiting for the library to open. He’s telling every young woman who walks by that she’s beautiful, but in the most obnoxious ways possible. He’s going to night school so he isn’t pushing a broom when he’s forty. He just got hit by a fucking car!!! He’s selling bootleg DVDs and drugs. They’re reading The Koran, books on how to hook up with girls, Found magazine, free Hare Krishna literature, the whole Harry Potter series for the 3rd time and the newest issue of Cometbus. They can't see any stars at night. They are being racially profiled. You have to get a second job. You’re dressing up like a goblin for your jug band’s concerts. You’re looking good! You can't believe she believes every lie out of that goddamn stoner's mouth. You’re running for the train. You’re hooking up with people from the internet. You aren’t racist or anything, but you won’t go to certain parts of town after dark. You’re walking the kids to school. You’re just looking for a decent cup of coffee. You have the right to remain silent.