Documentaries offer you something very few fictional films can. You walk away from them smarter than you were when you showed up. That is how documentaries work. They often find a single subject, and focus their energy on informing those who don’t seem to know enough about it. While it is oft misunderstood that horror films are my favorite, they are a close second, but documentaries take the cake for me. If you went through my Netflix account right now, you would see that I have given five-star ratings to documentaries far more than any genre of film on there. Mainly because I often walk away from documentaries slightly changed. I will now share with you some documentaries that may make you feel the same way, and you can watch any of them right now. Presenting: five documentaries you NEED to watch on Netflix, right now, as of November 13, 2013.
When was the last time you saw someone who scared you? And I don’t mean because they were carrying an axe, or dislocating their jaw to swallow a newborn whole. I mean based solely on how they looked? And I also want to stress, not because they intentionally tried to look scary, but because there was just something mutant-esque about them. And I don’t mean cool X-Men style mutants. No, I mean like “I might have a baby arm growing out of my back” mutants. The kind of person who blinks sideways, like some Men in Black cast off. Well, I’ll tell you right now, the people on this list scare the shit out of me, yet I am partially sure it would hurt their feelings if they found it out. In other words, there are no Marilyn Manson’s on this list. Nope, sad goth kids all grown up don’t scare me. Weird f*cking albino’s scare me. Like, for example….
I was playing around with ideas in my head, and decided long ago that this would be a fun column to write, and I am my own boss, so what the fuck, am I gonna tell me I can’t do it? Hell no. I am just (sometimes) lazy and (obviously) a little burnt, so it kept slipping my mind. But for whatever reason, today it came back, so here we are. The first celeb in my “Celebrities I’d Like To Get Stoned With” column has to be Dave Grohl. Not only was this man a part of musical history, but he is one of the last artists in music who seems to actually have balls. He makes music that sounds like the music a band would make in a garage. Do you understand that is how rock is SUPPOSED to sound, because, at the heart of it, that is what rock n’ roll is? He also projects this air of no ego, which is even more mind-blowing considering his legacy in modern music. So, for that reason, I want to get stoned with Dave Grohl.
First off, let’s none of us pretend that this song is not amazing. Yes, it is cheesy (as are most things I love, shout out to Swiss, yo) but there is also something undeniably sweet and innocent to it. And most of the younger generation are familiar with it strictly because Gym Class Heroes used that very hook in one of their songs that blew up on pop radio about half a decade ago (thought they seemed to have missed the point of the song). Anyway, as innocent and cute as the song may seem on the surface, do you realize what the real message of this song was? I am slow, so it took me about twenty-five years or so. in hoping you are, too, I wrote an article about it. Read on and be prepared for a face melt. Sorry, I should have a face-melting disclaimer on my site by now.
I will never forget the first time I HEARD Nirvana. I don’t mean the first time I heard Nirvana, but really HEARD Nirvana. You know those moments you sometimes you have when the most amazing music lifts you right out of your body and causes you to have some breathtaking, spiritual moment with the music as your guide? Well, that happened to me the first time I heard Polly off of Nevermind. I was sitting in the back of my friend’s car, stoned off my ass, and we were driving around. My head was leaning on the back of the seat, and I was looking at the night sky outside of the back window. The song just crawled under my skin and gave me shivers. And the scope of an anti-rape song being sung by the “rapist” blew my mind, too. That, matched with the haunting, hollow sounding acoustic guitar just made such an impact on me. And it was clear to see after spending some time with that album that Kurt was a tortured soul. Just how tortured he was, most of us would not fully know until April 8th, 1994, when his body was discovered with a self-inflicted wound to the head, which he had done three days earlier. For three cold, rainy days, the dead body of Kurt Cobain lay on the floor in the small space over his garage. A hero to many, so alone and trapped in his own anguish that death was the only solution he could find comfort in. It is a damning though that puts tears in my eyes when I ponder it, but also, I get it. if you want to know why Kurt killed himself, look no further than how his body was discovered.
Rarely do I see things and get taken aback by them. For the most part, the stuff that is gonna shock has already shocked me, and all this new school stuff (two girls, one cup) is just too gross and too out there to actually garner any kind of impact from me. But every now and then I have a flashback to something that stood out to me as a child, and I decide to explore it again as an adult to see if, perhaps, my mind is playing it up a little bit. What I often find is that my mind is actually DOWNPLAYING it. That is what happened when I rediscovered Laura Branigan’s Self Control, and that is just what happened here, today, when I finally remembered the Tubes video for She’s A Beauty. A video that, realistically, ingrained a certain sexual deviancy in me, and I was only a witness to it. What about the poor kid that was actually IN the video? The worst part is I think I grew up slightly jealous of this kid, and completely unaware of just how terrible all of this shit was for a little kid to experience. I think. I mean, I don’t know because I didn’t experience any of it until I was an adult, and even THEN, it STILL fucked me up. Anyway, on to examination of The Tubes: She’s A Beauty.
LSD consumption and artistic creation seem to go hand in hand, and with good reason. They are a sort of magical loop, where one feeds the other, feeds the other, feeds the other, and so on. It is a never-ending cycle that has existed, and will continue to, as long as music and art exists. And being an ardent supporter and lover of both music AND hallucinogens, I can’t help but notice a few songs where it seems hallucinogens may have been consumed before the song was created. I realize this is all purely speculation on my part, but that is half the fun of being a writer, taking drugs and speculating on when other people took drugs. In the field of psychology, they would call what I am doing “projecting”, and I am fine with that. Also note, you will find a sort of mad dash between happy songs and dark songs here, and that polarity on this list is intentional, because that is what drugs are like. Amazing one minute, and world destroying the next. That comment will make more sense when you see the recent Syd Barret pic that is posted further down in this article. Buckle up, kids, because we are going deep down the rabbit hole.