I Will Come Back To You

Source: Holy Ghost! MySpace.

I like virtually everything Holy Ghost! have ever released / remixed. They have a new single called “I Will Come Back” and it’s their first original record in two years. It’s highly enjoyable. The song also has some tie-in with Mountain Dew or something. I don’t know anything about that. Mountain Dew is gross; how anybody drinks it is beyond me.

Anyway, there’s a video for “I Will Come Back” and it’s also highly enjoyable, a frame-by-frame remake of New Order’s “Confusion,” featuring Arthur Baker himself:

For comparison purposes, here’s New Order’s video for “Confusion”:

From what I understand “I Will Come Back” is available for free. In that case, you can also get it here, along with a so-so remix by CLASSIXX:

Holy Ghost!: I Will Come Back (320kbps) (right-click to download)

Holy Ghost!: I Will Come Back (CLASSIXX “Acapulco Nights” Version) (200kbps) (right-click to download)

LINKS:

Holy Ghost! [MySpace] [Green Label Sound]

Chris Walker Vs. Yr Horible Riting

“I just write how I talk. Besides, I was in a hurry.”

“It’s only Facebook, it’s not like [grammar] matters. Who cares?”

Whenever the topic of people’s inability to type coherent statements on social networking sites or in text messages comes up, those are the kind of responses I hear in defense. They’re excuses, really; bad ones at that. You know who cares? I do. For too long the teen-to-thirty demographic (if not older as well) has decimated the English language. I say, enough bastardization, enough shorthand and blatant misspellings. People either need to step up their literary composition, even in an arena as seemingly meaningless as Facebook, or just come clean and admit what the rest of us already assume: they’re just that stupid.

I might accept the excuses if they came from, let’s say, an Amherst graduate who found eschewing proper grammar on social networking sites provided a “much needed break” from their day job writing essays on descriptive linguistics in contrast to prescriptive grammar. That’s not the case. These excuses come from department store brand reps or restaurant servers or pool boys or whatever; not that there’s anything wrong with those professions, they just don’t require one to demonstrate a solid command over the written word.

Which leads to why writing well on outlets as trivial as text messages and social networking sites (or, god forbid, a blog) is so important: it’s the only opportunity many people have to write. Their jobs don’t demand they do it, or do it well; most are out of high school or college so they’re not worried about grades. If they’re content to poorly convey grammar on a constant if not daily basis it becomes habit. Consequently, the longer a person writes badly, the worse a writer they become, to the point where they can’t even manage a cohesive sentence or two on a social networking site. The tragic part (aside from having to read worthless Facebook updates) is these people go on to have children, children they in turn raise to be just as dumb as they are. (This is, of course, a topic for another day.)

Recently, I came across a book called Love Letters of Great Men. It’s a collection of love letters, obviously, written by the likes of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, John Keats, and Mark Twain, among others. As you might imagine, the letters are fantastically written. Take, for example, an except from Twain’s writing:

“Six years have gone by since I made my first great success in life and won you, and thirty years have passed since Providence made preparation for that happy success by sending you into the world. Every day we live together adds to the security of my confidence, that we can never any more wish to be separated than that we can ever imagine a regret that we were ever joined.”

As wondrous as the letters are, they are also troubling. The days when men, real men like Twain, wrote that beautifully are all but over. Who knows if it’s possible for them to be reclaimed. It’s hard to imagine many, if any, men I know writing with such grace. Considering the current state of man, and what it is to be “manly,” I believe it may be unlikely or, at the very least, a long, difficult road. (This is also a topic for another day.)

It’s disheartening to think in other countries there are people my age, your age, mastering several different languages while we in America clearly have a hard time proficiently expressing one; that we have a hard time using words other than “amazing” to describe anything. I’m not asking you to start using “five dollar words”; I’m not asking for eloquent phrasing. All I’m asking is you know the difference between things like ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ and apply that knowledge when typing for all to see. Demonstrate to family and friends you’re not a complete idiot. Maybe you’ll inspire someone close to you to use spell-check now and again. Just prove yourself worthy of the language bestowed upon you, even if only for yourself.

Chris Walker Vs. So Much For This Post

Photoshopped by Chris Walker.

I quickly threw together the jpeg you see above a few weeks ago and was just waiting for an opportune time to post it. It’s no longer applicable; I am a total liar. I am now on Twitter.

C’mon, though. Tony Kornheiser, Trent Reznor, Tony Reali, Michael Ruhlman, Michael Bauer, Lindsay Lohan, all of my favorite people are on Twitter. (Even Pockets, unbeknownst to me, is there.) Kornheiser, on the official Pardon The Interruption thread, or TwatSpace, or whatever it’s called, has to be followed. He’s hilarious. So I caved. “You can’t fight the future,” someone undoubtedly said before that phrase just popped into my head. You really can’t.

So, where do we go from here, friends? Do we just awkwardly part ways like some regrettable one night stand? Or do we stay together, share a forty of King Cobra, and maybe get some chorizo? That sounds nice, doesn’t it? What do you say, I follow you, you follow me? We follow each other and maybe sometimes we’ll follow side-by-side, holding hands, twatting our hearts out as one? Let’s do it. I want this to work between you and I, I really do… unless you’re pregnant after that one night stand, in which case I’ll see you on pushyoudownthestairs.com. Just kidding. Not really.

FOLLOW CHRIS WALKER VERSUS ON TWITTER.

Be sure to leave your, um, TwatSpace or TwatAddress in the comments, or in my inbox, whatever, so I can follow you. We’re going to have so much fun together. Promise.