Thursday, September 1, 2011

Soundtrack for a Redemption Narrative

I've got a tiny bit of writer's block, so I'll just pad out a comment I left at the mother ship a while back. In the mid-part of the naughts, a pair of flaxen-haired poppets captured the hearts of White Nationalists everywhere with their White Power anthems. The Olsen Twins of hate received quite a bit of media attention with their schtick. Recently, the gals of "Prussian Blue" have renounced their racist past, although their grasp of history leaves something to be desired. Well, recovery is a process, and the girls made the first step in their transformation. The onset of their transformation was initiated, appropriately enough, through the redemptive power of music:


But after enrolling in public school and moving to Montana — a predominantly white state, albeit one with a decidedly hippie-ish vibe — Lamb and Lynx decided they simply no longer believed what they’d been taught.

Their transformation first became evident to Prussian Blue’s fans during the band’s 2006 European tour, a double bill with the Swedish white-power warbler Saga. Along with their familiar repertoire of Skrewdriver covers, racist folktunes glorifying Rudolf Hess and other Aryan “heroes,” and perky bubble-gum ballads about boys and middle school, the girls threw the audience a curve ball — a rendition of Bob Dylan’s “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.”

“Mama, put my guns in the ground,” they sang to a smattering of boos from the crowd of Scandinavian skinheads and other far-right music aficionados. “I can’t use them anymore.”

They knew it was an unorthodox choice. “Oh, our mom warned us,” Lamb recalled. “She said, ‘You know, some people aren’t going to like this — Bob Dylan was a Jew.’”



Saved by Dylan, and not even "born again" Christian Dylan- who'd a thunk it? Well, here's my snarky take on Dylan's classic, reconfigured for the former poster children for hateful child-rearing:


Mama never did like the Jews,
Never told us 'bout the "Zim"
Played no records by,
That groovy, jewy guy.
So we never heard of him.

Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.

Mama never liked the blacks,
Never told us 'bout the 'drix.
Played no records by,
That guitar-shredding guy.
So we never heard his licks.

Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.



Yeah, chalk one up for the redemptive power of music. Me? I believe in the redemptive power of snark.

10 comments:

Substance McGravitas said...

I hope nobody shows them David Icke's stuff.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Why not? Don't you believe in the redemptive power of reptilian humanoids?

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I've got a tiny bit of writer's block...

Oh look at you, Mister Verbose!

I AM WRITER'S BLOCK!

Heh, it runs in the family...ooops I can't use that excuse, either.
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Just repurpose an old comment, thunder!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

"All we are saying, is give peas a chance!"
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Before I'd ever heard that song, I heard one of my brother's waggish classmates sing, "All we are saying, is give quiche a chance."

I was surprised when I heard the original- I didn't know he was spoofing.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I hate quiche.

Smut Clyde said...

Golden opportunity here for BBBB to mention Quiché creation myths.

mikey said...

Writer's block might not be such a bad thing.

Me, I just chase people around begging them "Ok, sure, but let me tell you about one more thing that happened once"...

vacuumslayer said...

If I'm remembering correctly, those rascally little girls are still holocaust deniers.