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Annex Antarctica

That’s right, annex Antarctica! It’s Christmas Eve and freezing cold in my House, so I have some Perspective on this issue. What looks like a maxi-chunk of ice is in fact an integral part of America’s Defense Posture. For entirely too long, this vital link in America’s chain of World Domination has been blithely and willfully ignored. Fortunately, there are Republican politicians who truly understand President Donald J. Trump’s fixations and they are willing to go that Extra Mile in understanding just how essential Antarctica is to our National Security. Let us take a Voluntary Position to make Antarctica an integral part of the U.S.A. Any Sleazeball Democrat bleeding-heart Antifa scum who opposes us should be tried for treason! Congress must ratify the selection of a Special Envoy to the icy south, rather than throw out the baby with the bath water. Yes, it’s cold down yonder, but if it is worth doing, it is worth doing right!  

Five different species of Penguins be damned. They have been Ripping Off America entirely too long! Yes, they are cute, but they are also totally worthless when it comes to manning machine gun nests or firing HIMAR anti-tank missiles. We have run tests. Nor do they spend anywhere near 3% of Antarctica’s GNP on their own defense. All that penguin guano is chock full of nitrates which could be fertilizing soybean fields in Iowa. It’s shameful that we have let them hitch a Free Ride on America’s coattails for far too long, but we are Good People and, as the Ice Shelf melts, we will save their sorry asses from oblivion.

Don’t let the Southern Elephant Seals fool you, they are all Radical Left Lunatics!

Instead of getting their house in order, the whale, seal, petrel and penguin denizens of Antarctica’s frozen wasteland have depended on International Treaties that claim Antarctica as a nuclear-free zone and pacifist redoubt. No one wants to live there! You have to pay people to overnight. Poo-poo on your international treaties, you softies at the U.N. You typically Fuzzy-Headed Bureaucrats! It is time for you to put the horse before the cart and ensure the survival of the Snowy Albatross. Read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge for details. As Coleridge wrote, “I fear thy skinny hand!”

Redemption is at hand! Redirect the Seventh Fleet. Ship Heavy Weapons to McMurdo Sound and preserve the ice sheet. What’s not to like? The driest, coldest place on the planet, they have nine months of winter and a volcano. We already have a footprint in the region: There are burger bars, pizza ovens, stir-fry and burritos in the cafeteria at McMurdo Station. Grab your moon boots and an AR-15! We must protect the civilian population of research scientists and our $110 million yearly investment. We can use Christchurch, NZ as a staging area. If Pakistan can sell more than $4 billion in military equipment to Libya, what’s the problem? Besides, if we don’t do it, China will label Antarctica as the Final Destination on the Silk Road and invade. We have the aircraft and we have the storage lockers, it is only the will to Invest in Antarctica’s Future that is currently lacking in Congress and among the American people. This will change! I am certain of it.

“Nothing on a Sunday”

Yesterday was a Sunday. Continuing to showcase some of realPfft’s best tracks from their back catalog, it is truly a pleasure to present the haunting instrumental “Nothing on a Sunday” from March 2023.

The cover art is a homage to Norwegian artist Edvard Munch’s world-renown painting “The Scream.” Mutte’s pal Patrick J. strikes a similar pose on a wharf in the Uppland archipelago. Even the two dudes in the background are part of Munch’s original masterpiece.   

“Back in the Pandemic”

No way is this “Best of…” A total train wreck, it has curiosity value. Released in June of 2020, recorded live in the Uppsala studio, the boys were joined by wailing guest guitarist Björn B., guest drummer Micki Lightstream, and a guest producer— who shall remain nameless. Also, their audio engineer had issues. This is take 9 of 16 takes recorded over a three-day period. By the last take, all the noisy blemishes had been cleaned up, Björn’s impossible guitar had been tamed and the Chinese gong no longer blew out the walls. Unfortunately, the song was no longer any fun.

Boring.

Despite the coronavirus, realPfft’s business manager at the time was visiting from the States. He had gotten a good price on his plane ticket. Now he was unhappy. Insisting on his right to listen to all sixteen takes, he came to take number 9 and said “There it is. That’s the song! What have you dudes been doing the last day and a half?” Like, there went mucho hours of Herculean effort flushed down the toilet.

Bands have broken up over less, but these are Swedes and they like one another. Agreeing that take 9 needed more treble, that’s all they added, leaving everything else alone. Unrefined, with a nod to the Beatles, a punk rock sense of rebellion and singer Clive Flatenbad channeling Joy Division, here is realPfft’s messy but fun “Back in the Pandemic.”

The cover art, from Clive’s personal archive, shows how our boy looked as a punk singer in the steamy 1980’s.

Back in the Pandemic

[ Sound of an airplane landing ]

Here’s a piece of concrete art:                                             

Crushed out promises, a broken heart

Face up to truth wherever it finds you

Face up to love whenever it blinds you

Ten more years

And we’re all still here.

Escalating germs off of the plane                               

My brain’s cookin’, I’m goin’ insane

Time is measured in a crystal ball

The time clock sits at the end of the hall

She’s no friend, no, no friend…

You pretend… but she’s gone!

Patriotic songs by a patriotic fool                               

Gun-toting protesters think that it’s cool

Circles on the grass at the edge of the park

I wear a mask and a broken guitar

It’s your country, my country…

All our countries… gone.

Retail apocalypse, empty malls                                           

Unemployment and the Stock Market falls

On the TV, the— evening— news

Happy talk by the prez just gives me the blues                            

Trump’s your man… lies all he can…

Until… he’s… gone!                                                                                 

Irreduceable summation                                             

Of this once proud nation!

I hide behind my thumb

And eat up all of my ration!

Rocket ships leaving for outer space

Desert us to live in the same old waste

They’re gone… ten more years…

Of fear… Will we still-l-l… be here?

Open a packet of biscuits and a packet of beef        

My light is waning, I’m not a thief

Church bell country ringing the changes

The Virus— Task— Force plans and arranges

Clueless… they’re a joke…

One more press conference… Then they’re… pzzzzzzt!

Parking lot examinations for Covid-19                       

I dig the vibe but dislike the routine

Trump says— the coronavirus

Will disappear by the end of the year

In quarantine, both you and me

People complain… this is tyranny!

“Social distancing?” you— may— well— ask            

Six feet apart behind a mask

Everybody comes with the same old chant

“Wash your hands with soap and disinfectant”

It smells awful… Life’s no fun…

People crowd the boardwalk…Then, they’re… gone!

A blackout Sunday and I’m sleeping late         

My parents died early but my brother can wait

March to the Capitol with all the other guys

Everything Trump tweets cannot be lies 

Lonely funerals, dead rock stars…                                                          

And it’s all… they’re all gone!                                                                  

My country, ‘tis of thee                                                

It’s happening to you

It’s happening to me

You’re the one, I’m the one

Ten more years

And we’re all… all go-o-one

Lonely funerals, dead rock stars…                            

Then it’s all… we’re all gone!

Best of realPfft – “Fettuccine Western”

In October of 2021, during one of their most productive periods, Swedish rap duo realPfft released “Fettuccine Western.” Their take on Sergio Leone’s glorious spaghetti westerns, the vocal may sound like it was recorded off a DVD, but that’s actually Clive channeling Clint Eastwood. “Hang him by his bootstraps! Lazy varmint!”  When it comes to theatrics, Clive is always available.

Great cover art by Kuny.

Beatles Forever!

Eviga Beatles är en hyllning till Fab Four. “Beatles Forever” is a tribute to the Fab Four.

Sexy song bird Maria is a Mary Hopkins throwback. All the boys here in the studio want to bed her! When constructing a playlist, place Eviga Beatles— “Beatles Forever”— alongside “Those Were the Days” or similar Apple releases. Doubling Maria’s voice in the mix has created a nice ABBA effect.

The lyrics are the usual realPfft combination of brilliant insight and hopeless sentimentality. The phrase “We are all Beatles” wins the prize for hokey drivel. Read the English translation below.

Cover artist Kuny used Copilot to create lettering based on Rubber Soul and to show Paul and Ringo in living color while John and George are spooky, ghostly apparitions in black & white.

Beatles Forever

A lonely heart beats in 4/4 time

A simple rhythm, in child-like glee

From the gray streets of Livepool

A dream of boundless summer fun.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” echoes in a chorus

Of simple joy, free of sorrow

We search for truth in a beat

A bridge of sound, a musical refuge.

But the world turns, tones become brittle

And the sun’s rays beat down

“Yesterday” whisper quiet memories

Of all that was, now soon gone.

Psychedelic dream in color

Lucy with diamonds in her soul

“All you need is love” sung in harmony

But what is love, is it true, is it complete?

“Strawberry Fields” in perpetual fog

A place where nothing is as it seems

“Across the Universe” a star shines                                                       

Jai guru deva om,” an eternal conclusion.

We travel through time and space

Toward the horizon in a yellow submarine

A collective meditation

A spiritual journey, beyond spontaneous.                                                                                 

But the world turns, tones become brittle                                                              

And the rays of the sun beat down

“Yesterday” whisper quiet memories

Of all that was, now soon gone.

Psychedelic dream in color

Lucy with diamonds in her soul

“All you need is love” sung in harmony                                                            

But what is love, is it true, is it complete?

“Eleanor Rigby” cleans the church

A mirror of our loneliness

“Let it be” a wisdom, free of cost

An acceptance of our shared existence.

We seek answers in a melody

But the answer is a question, never ending                                                                    

The mystery of music is our philosophy

A search constantly disappearing.

The beat goes on, a ceaseless pulse

From a simple “She loves you” to “Abbey Road”

We are all Beatles, in a chaotic waltz

A journey without end, a timeless coda.

We are yesterday, we are today

We are a dream, we are a song

A melody that never dies

In the limitless stream of time.

Best of the Best – “Classic”

Hi! Waiting for TuneCore to finish distribution of realPfft’s latest hit song, I continue to curate their back catalog. My blog gives me daily reports on which music files you readers are downloading and what countries you come from. This allows me to direct your attention to sometimes forgotten gems. I woke up this morning and thought, “Classic! That’s a great instrumental. Why aren’t I showcasing it?”  

Taking his inspiration from Mason Williams’ April 1968 hit “Classical Gas,” Mutte has created his own symphonic pop masterpiece. It’s a classic.

In 1967, the same Mason Williams created an art installation titled “Bus.” A life-size color photograph of a Greyhound bus in 1:1 scale, this unusually large poster mural measures 10 feet by 36 feet.

In celebration of Williams’ artwork, Kuny— who does realPfft’s cover art— designed, photographed and labeled his “Classic” box. Dimensions: 4 inches in height by 5 ½ inches wide by 3 ½ inches deep. Kinda puny, no? Signed prints are available.