Radio Stations Hacked to Play “Fuck Donald Trump?”

Someone is hacking radio stations across the US to play ‘Fuck Donald Trump’

Other radio stations have also found themselves unwittingly playing “FDT (Fuck Donald Trump)” ever since Trump’s inauguration, including a San Angelo, Texas R&B oldies station; a Murfreesboro, Tennessee Spanish station; an Evansville, Indiana Christian station; and a Louisville, Kentucky local music station.

 

Catchy refrain.

The Women’s March Has an Anthem #icantkeepquiet

 

We are the goon squad, and we’re coming to town.

Trump’s horde:

“USA! USA! USA! USA!”

 

Here’s your Halloween music video

 

 

Make America Great Again: The Musical

 

 

Perfect Songs

It can’t get more subjective than this. Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin is NOT a perfect song. It’s too long. Its lyrics are bonkers and sort of contradictory. It’s self indulgent… but it does rock out at the end.

Don Henley’s Boys of Summer has been called a perfect song by others, and I can’t find fault with that.

I find Poe’s Haunted to be a perfect song that sends chills down my spine at the climax every single time. What more of a litmus test can there be?

A perfect song is introspective and revelatory. Sly and coded, the subject is human vulnerability.

Similarly, Patty Griffith’s Little God blows my little mind. This is about content, about structure, about range and about purpose. These songs stand as works of art beyond the boundaries of fleeting pop culture.

I wrote about Bowie’s final masterpiece Lazarus.

Bowie was, of course, a master songwriter who touched the entire planet.

Freddy Mercury was too, and put them together and lets’ hope that future generations don’t relate to the greatest song about inequality and homelessness ever written by way of fucking Coca Cola ads…

Speaking of the vicissitudes of pressure:

Perhaps it’s my own personal fantasy about beautiful singers like Tina Dico, but Euphoria’s Blue makes the list, as does Zero Seven’s Home.

To stay honest, I’d have to mention several from Thievery Corporation, starting with Lebanese Blonde.

And Alison Goldfrapp would need several spots, if we’re talking original songwriting. Several of her songs work wonders tunneling through tcorners of the mind.

Sarah McLachlin would score several too.

Peter Gabriel would snatch half a dozen spots.

As would Massive Attack.

I feel I’ve only just begun the counterattack. With the barrage of vapid dance/pop/hip hop/corporate metal idiocy pumped at me at my local gym these days, the above list may just be enough to save a few souls.

 

And a song for today

Point, Assange

Last week we had a song tuned to the Trumpster’s inauguration. Today, a little different. Play this on the convention floor…

 

 

“If Hillary’s dastardly DNC disciples will do this to one of their own like Bernie Sanders, what the hell will they do to everyone else?”
-Piers Morgan