Day: March 7, 2008

A bit of a disclaimer.

Now that most of the albums have a song or two on their respective pages, I should probably issue a warning.

There are some things there that may offend some people. I’ve avoided posting MP3s of some of the more visceral material on some of the albums (I’m not sure why exactly. Maybe I just don’t think most people would be interested in listening to me vomiting my guts up and calling it a song — but if you are, I’d be happy to send you some of those CDs!). Even after that, I found myself censoring some things because I didn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable while listening.

In some places this sort of backfired. For instance, Gord and I always felt “C’mon” was one of our all-time best Papa Ghostface songs, but some of the lyrics I improvised may come off as being misogynistic or otherwise disrespectful. So I initially threw a different song up in its place before thinking better of it.

It’s the same case with a lot of the GWD material and some of my early solo stuff. There’s lots of profanity and sex talk on those albums. I was an angry young guy, into role-playing and being lyrically inappropriate whenever the spirit moved me, which happened to be often.

I still enjoy dropping nasty words into songs once in a while, mostly because in real life I’m a fairly foul-mouthed person. I read a quote from Prince once that I related to. He talked about how his father didn’t like one of his early albums because of the language. “Why does there have to be all that swearing?” he asked his son. Prince’s answer: “I swear.”

We be what we is.

I’m not a misogynist, nor have I ever been, I swear. I just seemed to gravitate toward weird sexual subject matter in my teenage years. In some cases I would be posting lesser songs if I tried to sidestep anything potentially offensive. And with something like SCOTCH TAPE SEX POT, I don’t think there’s a single song on the album that isn’t profane or out-there in some way.

So I’ll just say this: if you’re easily offended, you should stay away from the songs on the pages for albums like MERRY FUCKIN’ CHRISTMAS, SCOTCH TAPE SEX POT, and A ROOMFUL OF SEXINESS.

There. I feel better now.