sire 0-40211.
It's Saturday. Let there be noise.
Written by Alain Jourgensen and Gibby Haynes, with Haynes providing vocals as guest contributor, this is almost as good as the Butthole Surfers. Almost, but no cigar.
This is the extended 12" version not found on the later album release.
Play loud.
▼ MINISTRY: JESUS BUILT MY HOTROD (REDLINE / WHITELINE VERSION) from "Jesus Built My Hotrod" 12" 45 / CD (Sire) 1991 (US)
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"Where you come from is gone. Where you thought you were going weren't never there. And where you are ain't no good - unless you can get away from it."
A sage bit of advice (and an excellent sample!) that I've offered on more than a few occasions.
Yes. But where does that sample come from ? If I ever did know, I've now forgotten. It states on wiki that it contains samples from Brad Dourif as Hazel Motes in John Huston's "Wise Blood" (1979).
My memory here is truly appalling on this one. I can't even remember if I've even seen the film, though it does ring a distant bell.
Ah man, we're in the same boat. If I ever knew, I've now forgotten it.
Never was much a Ministry fan, though this song always made me turn up the radio.
You're right there. Ministry were a tad too mainstream for my taste, too. This was a great song though.
It's the only Ministry song I know at all!
Quick story: The first (and only) time I heard it was at a strip club. It pounded me so that I stood up, yelled out to the stripper "Who does this?", wrote it on a cocktail napkin and bought the CD the next day.
Listened to the CD once, but listened to the track countless times.
Ha! By a related quirk of fate, wzjn, I heard Fatboy Slim's Rockerfeller Skank in a bar and thought Mark E. Smith had come over all camp and as a result had a hit on his hand. Bear in mind I had been drinking fairly steadily.
I asked the barmaid - who I'd seen slipping in the CD, and was in the throes of dancing grotesquely to it - if she had anything else by the Fall. The blank expression I recieved in reply was enough to tell me I was barking up the wrong tree.
Last Orders!
I was staying in Holland when Ministry were beginning to get big licks in the British music press. An English guy there - an ex psychiatric nurse called Jackie - tried to engage me in a discussion of their merit.
If I explain the place where I was staying began life as a squat, and was by then responsible in supplying all the coffee shops south of Amsterdam with their tourist friendly ready-rolled menu, it might help put the conversation in perspective.
The only trouble was, in my pig headed (and very stoned) condition I was convinced Jackie was referring to a faintly goth band, the Mission. My only - and much repeated - response to all his attempts to inform me was the one word,
"Shite!"
While there is nothing better than a good discussion of music, good discussions are so rare as to seem impossible in most situations. "Shite!" is a pretty good response to most attempts at musical chit chat.
Yes. A healthy sprinkling of "Shite!" will very often suffice. However, I am very often deeply embarrassed these days on recalling my proclivity toward needless negativity.
I don't know why films keep coming up when I talk about music. I finally saw "The Decline Of Western Civilization", the punk rock documentary on the early LA punk scene. What a bunch of negative little shits! I wanted to punch every one of them. Unfortunately, I was just like them. It was such a fucking relief to be able to say it out loud: I fucking hated everything. I swear, that was the beginning of wisdom. I don't hate everything anymore, but it was grim to live in the early seventies and see no alternative to being nice and wishing everyone a nice fucking day. Kind of like the Beats and their penchant for going crazy. It seemed like the only alternative to the horror of fifties American 'sanity'. Kind of like John Trudell's drunken Indians come to think of it.
I know. As much as I detest Mao and his betrayal of those who mistakenly forged an alliance with him, the appropriation of "Year Zero" is a necessary one when considering the social revolution punk forced on popular music and reflected behaviour in the 1970s. I was a negative little creep for years too. Still am, sometimes, come to think on it.
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