The Weekend

All right, first let's start off with the West Memphis Three, and Paradise Lost. Have you heard of the West Memphis Three? If you listen to a lot of music or music of certain varieties then I'm sure that you have. If you haven't then I suggest you rush to your local Video Store (not Blockbuster) and rent it on DVD.

It's basically the story of three boys convicted of brutally murdering three eight-year-old boys. The evidence against the convicted killers amounts to little more then the fact that they liked to wear black, listen to heavy metal music, and because one of them liked to take out books about Wicca.

When I watched this movie I was shocked, it was like watching a trial in the 1800's instead of Arkansas in 1994. There is a second movie as well Paradise Lost 2: Revelations which goes into detail about what happened after the trial.

Anyways, see the movie and visit the website, form your own opinions.

Second, and far less important, have you ever eaten a pomegranate? Up until yesterday I never had, did you know that you only eat the seeds of a pomegranate? I didn't, but you do. If you ever come across a pomegranate follow these easy instruction on how to eat it. Really you just eat the seeds.

Oh yeah, I bought "Meat is Murder" this weekend along with "Hollywood Town Hall" both old albums (don't listen to the release dates on the Rolling Stone site) but they were cheap, $10.00 and $7.00 respectively, so I'll leave you with the lyrics to Meat Is Murder, have a nice day:

Meat is Murder

Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder

And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It’s death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder

And the calf that you carve with a smile
Is murder
And the turkey you festively slice
Is murder
Do you know how animals die ?

Kitchen aromas aren’t very homely
It’s not comforting, cheery or kind
It’s sizzling blood and the unholy stench
Of murder

It’s not natural, normal or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of murder

No, no, no, it’s murder
No, no, no, it’s murder
Oh ... and who hears when animals cry ?