Topsy-Turvy
Posted by Esteban
I was talking to dandellion about economics. Money is another one of those things, like a smell, right? What is it again? Something that’s worth nothing that we all pretend is worth everything? Oh come on now! Digits speeding through a wire? Don’t stop believing! Remember that nightmare? A mountain falls into a hole. Sweet Jesus, why am I naked? This wasn’t here an hour ago!
That can’t be right. You need an alchemist to explain the transformations. A hundred bodies turn into Christmas ornaments. The ugly become beautiful, and the beautiful grotesque. I become a tree. A tree becomes a log. The log is shredded into bits. The pulp flows out like cream. I’m shipped in rolls, cut and bound. I look up at you from the best-seller table.
Everywhere, we’re turned into money, our thoughts slotting like coins into parking meters. Don’t confuse desire with demand. God damn the Lindens. Everyone else does the work — and then you tax them for it! Who built this house? Who lives here? ‘Tis “an enchanted, perverted, topsy-turvy world.”
Everyone knows that the opposite of money is art. Take it apart. It’s worth nothing if it’s free. I want nothing in return. Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
funk for the masses | 29 October 2007: play or right click here to download the podcast.
Set list:
The Pimps Of Joytime: PJT’s High Steppin
Earth’s Delight: Junkie’s Hustle
Earth, Wind & Fire: Mighty Mighty
Lil’ Lavair & The Fabulous Jades: Cold Heat
Stevie Wonder: Don’t You Worry ‘Bout A Thing
The Isley Brothers: I Turned You On
Black Street feat. Dr. Dre: No Diggity
Big Audio Dynamite: Rush
Basement Jaxx: Do Your Thing
Bastian: Sturdy
Simian Mobile Disco: Hustler
CSS: Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex
David Bowie: Fame
Average White Band: Person to Person
Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings: Nobody’s Baby
Cheryl Barnes: Easy to Be Hard














You say you want nothing, yet
you don’t turn your mind off.
Even idling, it wastes gas,
charges the battery, wears down
and pollutes everything you are.
Too often that’s true.
art on esteban
give
take
breathe
A true artist cares more for expression than money.
A craftsman takes art and churns it out again and again to sell it.
How many musicians, painters and writers fit that description?
I’ll give you nothing motherfucker. Thanks for another delivery from Monday.