Billy Childish is an older used bookish type hipster fuckface superhero, which means I am heavily hyped up on Billy Childish. His stupid thrift store suits and goofy hats and bad limey poetry about hookers and lame ass people with regular jobs. I, like many shithead lazy Americans, first became exposed to the timeless awesomeness of Billy Childish when all the grunge bands who had gotten big from Sub Pop during that time of musics were busy hyping up their obscure inspirations galore, and Mr. Childish got mad love and a release of his "You Make Me Die Now" song here in the land of people who buy things because a semi-famous person they have bought things from encourages them to expand their material possession base a little further.
I didn't know the whole Billy Childish story. I looked him up at some point, and it's hard to tell if he's serious about being an artist, or a crazy guy. I mean, he writes poetry, and it's hard to not distrust people who willingly call themselves a "poet" in 2010. But he is a solid dude who makes solid music that most normal people have no idea about. And there's really nothing great or outstanding about it. It's not like he's reinvented the wheel. It's shitty rock-n-roll (meant as a compliment, naturally) with songs that talk of shitty normal people ruining the good times the rest of us could easily have if the whole goddamned world wasn't so uptight. "Squaresville" is that type of song, perfectly. Even the taking of a played out beatnik term like "square" and twisting it into a modern Sim Cityfied update, straight up predictable, and nothing about it should be awesome, yet somehow it is. That's the beauty of Billy Childish. Any of three million people could dedicate themselves to the personal cause for a year and a half and could do what he does, yet nobody does it.
I could write more, and try to make up some tangents to drag this out a few more words to justify having a giant picture at the top of a post on my stupid blog, but I'd kind of like to masturbate and go to bed. I'm way behind my self-imposed deadlines for the month when it comes to updating this crap, but it's been a busy and soulless time lately. Yet there is always time to masturbate.
STEAL “Squaresville”
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