***

The ethics of effort and competition are ultimately rewarded with the demolition of solidarity.

Between wages and salaries flows a river of tears.

Those who don't work are reduced to a miserable existence amidst the spectacle of plenty.

***

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De politiska alternativen verkar sten­döda i dag. Liksom i övriga Europa exploaterar högerpopulismen utanförskapet i stället. Ska vi kunna hitta någon annan väg behöver vi här och nu ställa nyckelfrågorna: Vem eller vilka lider? Varför? Vem tjänar på det? Vem har makten? Hur påverkar den förda politiken de svaga?
Antingen kan man se detta klassamhälle för vad det är – eller så kan man det ­inte.

***
The ethics of effort and competition are ultimately rewarded with the demolition of solidarity.

Between wages and salaries flows a river of tears.

Those who don't work are reduced to a miserable existence amidst the spectacle of plenty.
***
vi är alla instängda...i mataffären och bostadslån...Fritte är instängd mellan rosenbad å sagerska....om du som kan kliva utanför 'boxen' ville vara så vänlig och förstöra boxen GENAST så att....Allt kunde ta sin början so....It all could begin.
***
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In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don't try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.

***

Att kalla nån trög, gör inte dig smart.
Att kalla nån tjock, gör inte dig smal.
Att kalla nån feg, gör inte dig modig.
Att kalla nån fattig, gör inte dig rik.
Att kalla nån ful, gör inte dig snygg.
***

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vi är alla instängda...i mataffären och bostadslån...Fritte är instängd mellan rosenbad å sagerska....om du som kan kliva utanför 'boxen' ville vara så vänlig och förstöra boxen GENAST så att....Allt kunde ta sin början so....It all could begin.
***

 

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Att kalla nån trög, gör inte dig smart.
Att kalla nån tjock, gör inte dig smal.
Att kalla nån feg, gör inte dig modig.
Att kalla nån fattig, gör inte dig rik.
Att kalla nån ful, gör inte dig snygg.

In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don't try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.

***

***

vi är alla instängda...i mataffären och bostadslån...Fritte är instängd mellan rosenbad å sagerska....om du som kan kliva utanför 'boxen' ville vara så vänlig och förstöra boxen GENAST så att....Allt kunde ta sin början so....It all could begin.

***

 

 

The Theologian's Nightmare - short story by Bertrand Russell - from Fact and Fiction, 1961

 

The eminent theologian Dr. Thaddeus dreamt that he died and pursued his course toward heaven. His studies

had prepared him and he had no difficulty in finding the way. He knocked at the door of heaven, and was met

with a closer scrutiny than he expected. "I ask admission," he said, "because I was a good man and devoted

my life to the glory of God." "Man?" said the janitor, "What is that? And how could such a funny creature as

you do anything to promote the glory of God?" Dr. Thaddeus was astonished. "You surely cannot be ignorant of

man. You must be aware that man is the supreme work of the Creator." "As to that," said the janitor, "I am

sorry to hurt your feelings, but what you're saying is news to me. I doubt if anybody up here has ever heard of

this thing you call 'man.' However, since you seem distressed, you shall have a chance of consulting our

librarian."

 

The librarian, a globular being with a thousand eyes and one mouth, bent some of his eyes upon Dr. Thaddeus.

"What is this?" he asked the janitor. "This," replied the janitor, "says that it is a member of a species called

'man,' which lives in a place called 'Earth.' It has some odd notion that the Creator takes a special interest in

this place and this species. I thought perhaps you could enlighten it." "Well," said the librarian kindly to the

theologian, "perhaps you can tall me where this place is that you call 'Earth.'" "Oh," said the theologian, "it's

part of the Solar System." "And what is the Solar System?" asked the librarian. "Oh," said the theologian,

somewhat disconcerted, "my province was Sacred Knowledge, but the question that you are asking belongs to

profane knowledge. However, I have learnt enough from my astronomical friends to be able to tell you that the

Solar System is part of the Milky Way." "And what is the Milky Way?" asked the librarian. "Oh, the Milky Way

is one of the Galaxies, of which, I am told, there are some hundred million." "Well, well," said the librarian, "you

could hardly expect me to remember one out of so many. But I do remember to have heard the word galaxy'

before. In fact, I believe that one of our sub-librarians specializes in galaxies. Let us send for him and see

whether he can help."

 

After no very long time, the galactic sub-librarian made his appearance. In shape, he was a dodecahedron. It

was clear that at one time his surface had been bright, but the dust of the shelves had rendered him dim and

opaque. The librarian explained to him that Dr. Thaddeus, in endeavoring to account for his origin, had

mentioned galaxies, and it was hoped that information could be obtained from the galactic section of the library.

"Well," said the sub-librarian, "I suppose it might become possible in time, but as there are a hundred million

galaxies, and each has a volume to itself, it takes some time to find any particular volume. Which is it that this

odd molecule desires?" "It is the one called 'The Milky Way,'" Dr. Thaddeus falteringly replied. "All right," said

the sub- librarian, "I will find it if I can."

 

Some three weeks later, he returned, explaining that the extraordinarily efficient card index in the galactic

section of the library had enabled him to locate the galaxy as number QX 321,762. "We have employed," he

said, "all the five thousand clerks in the galactic section on this search. Perhaps you would like to see the clerk

who is specially concerned with the galaxy in question?" The clerk was sent for and turned out to be an

octahedron with an eye in each face and a mouth in one of them. He was surprised and dazed to find himself in

such a glittering region, away from the shadowy limbo of his shelves. Pulling himself together, he asked, rather

shyly, "What is it you wish to know about my galaxy?" Dr. Thaddeus spoke up: "What I want is to know about

the Solar System, a collection of heavenly bodies revolving about one of the stars in your galaxy. The star about

which they revolve is called 'the Sun.'" "Humph," said the librarian of the Milky Way, "it was hard enough to hit

upon the right galaxy, but to hit upon the right star in the galaxy is far more difficult. I know that there are about

three hundred billion stars in the galaxy, but I have no knowledge, myself, that would distinguish one of them

from another. I believe, however, that at one time a list of the whole three hundred billion was demanded by the

Administration and that it is still stored in the basement. If you think it worth while, I will engage special labor

from the Other Place to search for this particular star."

 

It was agreed that, since the question had arisen and since Dr. Thaddeus was evidently suffering some

distress, this might be the wisest course.

 

Several years later, a very weary and dispirited tetrahedron presented himself before the galactic sub-librarian. "I

have," he said, "at last discovered the particular star concerning which inquiries have been made, but I am quite

at a loss to imagine why it has aroused any special interest. It closely resembles a great many other stars in

the same galaxy. It is of average size and temperature, and is surrounded by very much smaller bodies called

'planets.' After minute investigation, I discovered that some, at least, of these planets have parasites, and I think

that this thing which has been making inquiries must be one of them."

 

 

At this point, Dr. Thaddeus burst out in a passionate and indignant lament: "Why, oh why, did the Creator

conceal from us poor inhabitants of Earth that it was not we who prompted Him to create the Heavens?

Throughout my long life, I have served Him diligently, believing that He would notice my service and reward me

with Eternal Bliss. And now, it seems that He was not even aware that I existed. You tell me that I am an

infinitesimal animalcule on a tiny body revolving round an insignificant member of a collection of three hundred

billion stars, which is only one of many millions of such collections. I cannot bear it, and can no longer adore

my Creator." "Very well," said the janitor, "then you can go to the Other Place."

 

Here the theologian awoke. "The power of Satan over our sleeping imagination is terrifying," he muttered.

 

Bertrand Russell - from Fact and Fiction, 1961

 http://intressant.se/intressant

 

 

The Crisis of overproduction worsens as unemployment grow to staggering proportions (1/5th of the global population). If more people produced much less, the ecology of the planet would prosper.

Work is to life as a wall is to the wind.

Between wages and salaries flows a river of tears.

Everything that requires effort and supports the market - shopping, cleaning, watching television - has become work, albeit invisible work.

The ethics of effort and competition are ultimately rewarded with the demolition of solidarity.

 

The time has come to prepare the sacred cow of work for slaughter.

 

The sacrosanct notion of work is the cause of most of humanity's woes. Never trust the priests of work because they've poisoned their minds with it. For example, the quantity of economically necessary work declines, yet politicians and economists tell us that the only way to end unemployment is with more useless work. Why couldn't more people do much less?

 

The ugly brown dye of work spills across this miserable civilization, saturating the fabric of everyday life, day after back-breaking day.

Going to work is like hurling yourself into an abyss.

There are three types of labor - wage work, domestic labor and autonomous activity, the latter being (in most cases) exempt from charges of drudgery and slavery.

 

Slaves feel tired just thinking of all the work they've yet to do.

Creativity constrains the return of work; be creative and put severe constraints on work.

The legends of paradise teach us to curse work, reminding us that laziness is the essential goal of humanity.

All power to zeroworker councils - impose a strict regime of laziness!

The right to work is the right to misery and always implies the possibility of the right not to work.

Laziness is the source of all virtue.

Work is the graveyard of bad intentions.

Authentic humans feel degraded by those who preach the religion of work.

Pay your debts with an effigy of your boss.

Work inhibits the noble passions of humanity.

In a ton of work, there's not an ounce of love.

Work or perish - what choice is that? I'd rather die than work.

"Elite" workers are allied with bosses against fellow humans who are either incapable or, praise them, idle.

Laziness is the mother of passion, a veritable bed of lust.

The plague of work, the bulimia of work, the homicide of work - give work its proper attributes.

No pity for those tormented by a passion for work.

Labor only sustains life by stunting it. Tell me how much you work and I'll tell you what you are.

The only place to contemplate the wisdom of humanity is on the throne of laziness.

Now we have a system where most work and few are lazy. The rejection of work is the basis of sub-proletarian revolution, so take victories over work where you can get them.

Put your best efforts into laziness and prepare for the coming inaction.

The biggest tragedy of the teen years? Sublime beings become workers.

Work for full unemployment.

The culture of productivism employes work for social discipline and control - in a word, domination. Look around you in the subway - you share the world with masses of domestic slaves on the way to, or recovering from, their latest paroxysm of work.

 

Instead of the penitentiary of the salary, we want guaranteed social incomes, in addition and unrelated to, the number of hours we work.

 

Every prison is built with work.

 

Those who don't work are reduced to a miserable existence amidst the spectacle of plenty.

Work is not the continuation of divine creation, rather a contest of life and death whereby work triumphs over wisdom, and vice versa.

Sacrifice work for the sake of life (or at least snarl at your boss and give him the finger).

Production for the sake of production is as vapid as art for art's sake.

The system is bent on economizing time, but it's afraid to give free time to people.

The seeds of universal solidarity are found in the process of taking time back from work.

According to the priests of work, everything can become a job. The monetizing of all activity disguises work as leisure (and vice versa) and creates a society of impoverished servants, many of whom are still without work.

Bad workers can't be controlled by management, especially when they're ready to pretend to be loyal employees and otherwise lie to the enemy.

Work dies on the comfy pillory of laziness, putting a momentary end to the system that sublimates sex with work.

Freedom begins where work ends.

Prepare for the coming inaction - be lazy

To do what the boss orders you to do is slavery, to do so for money is prostitution

 

***********

 

Överproduktionskrisen försämras som arbetslösheten växa till svindlande proportioner (1/5th av världens befolkning). Om fler människor som produceras mycket mindre, skulle ekologi planeten framgång

Ett arbete är att livet som en vägg är för vinden.

 

Mellan löning och löning flyter en flod av tårar.

 

Allt som kräver ansträngning och stöder marknaden - shopping, städning, titta på tv - har blivit arbete, om än osynliga arbete.

 

Etiken kring ansträngning och konkurrens belönas i slutändan med söndertrasande av solidariteten.

 

Det är dags att förbereda den helig kon arbete till slakt.

 

Den heliga begreppet arbete är orsaken till de flesta av mänsklighetens elände. Lita aldrig på arbetetets präster eftersom de har förgiftat sina sinnen med det. Till exempel minskar mängden av ekonomiskt nödvändiga arbeten, men ändå säger politiker och ekonomer att det enda sättet att avsluta arbetslösheten är mer onödigt arbete. Varför kunde inte fler människor göra så mycket mindre?

 

Den fula bruna färgen av arbete spill över denna eländiga civilisation, mättande tyget i vardagen, dagen efter back-breaking dag.

Att gå till jobbet är som att kasta sig in i en avgrund.

Det finns tre typer av arbetskraft - lönearbete, hushållsarbete och självständig verksamhet, det senare (i de flesta fall) undantas från anklagelser om slit och slaveri.

 

Slavar blir trötta bara de tänker på allt arbete som de har ännu att göra.

 

Legenderna om paradiset lär oss att förbanna arbete, påminner oss om att lathet är det väsentliga målet för mänskligheten.

All makt till zeroworker råd - införa ett strikt system av lättja!

Rätten till arbete är rätten att eländet och alltid innebär möjligheten att rätten att inte arbeta.

Lättja är källan till all dygd.

Arbete är kyrkogården för dåliga avsikter.

 

Autentiska människor känner sig degraderas av dem som predikar religionen arbete.

 

Betala dina skulder med ett porträtt av din chef.

 

Arbetet hämmar de ädla passioner mänskligheten.

 

I en ton av arbete, det finns inte ett uns av kärlek.

 

Arbeta eller gå under - vad valet är det? Jag vill hellre dö än arbete.

Elitarbetarna, allierade med chefer mot sina medmänniskor, som antingen är oförmögna till frihet eller hyllar elitarbetarna på tomgång.

 

Lättja är mamma till passion, en veritabel bädd av lust.

 

Pesten av arbetet, bulimi av arbetet, mördande arbete - ge arbetet dess rätta namn efter dess egenskaper.

Ingen synd om dem som plågas av en passion för arbetet.

 

Labor upprätthåller bara livet genom dvärgväxt det. Berätta hur mycket du arbetar, och jag ska säga dig vad du är.

 

Det enda stället att begrunda det kloka i att mänskligheten är på tronen av lättja.

 

Nu har vi ett system där de flesta arbetar och få är lata. Avvisandet av arbete är grunden för sub-proletära revolutionen, så ta makten över arbetet där du kan.

 

Sätt dina ansträngningar in i lättja och förbereda för den kommande passivitet.

Den största tragedin tonåren? Sublima varelser blir arbetare.

Arbeta för full arbetslöshet.

Kulturen i produktivism, sysselsätter och arbetar för social disciplin och kontroll - med ett ord dominans.
Se dig omkring i tunnelbanan - du delar världen med massor av inhemska slavar på väg till eller återhämtar sig från, deras senaste anfall av arbetet.

 

Istället för fängelse av lönen, vill vi ha garanterade sociala inkomster, utöver och oberoende till antalet timmar vi arbetar.

 

Varje fängelse är byggd med arbete.

 

Arbetstagare och konsumenter är de eländiga tjänarna av maskiner och deras ändlösa krav.

 

De som inte arbetar reduceras till en eländig tillvaro mitt i överflödets spektakel.

 

Arbete är inte en fortsättning av gudomlig skapelse, snarare en tävling på liv och död varigenom arbete triumfer över visdom, och vice versa.

Offra arbeta för att skull liv (eller åtminstone morra på din chef och ge honom fingret).

Produktionen av hänsyn till produktionen så fadd som konst för konstens skull.

 

Systemet är inriktad på hushållning tid, men det är rädd för att ge fri tid för människor.

Frön av universella solidaritet finns i processen att ta tid tillbaka från arbetet.

Enligt arbetets präster, kan allt bli ett jobb.
De tjänar pengar på alla aktiviteter som döljer arbete som
fritid (och vice versa) och skapar ett samhälle
av fattiga tjänare, av vilka många fortfarande är utan arbete.

 

Dåliga arbetare kan aldrig kontrolleras av företagsledningen, särskilt när de är redo att låtsas vara lojala medarbetare och ljuger för fienden.

 

Arbetet dör på bekväma skampålen av lättja, sätta en tillfällig slut på det system som sublimeras sex med arbetet.

 

Frihet börjar där arbetet slutar.

Förbered dig för den kommande passivitet - vara lat

Att göra vad chefen beordrar dig att göra är slaveri, att göra det för pengar är prostitution.

 

=D

"Directory Enquiries

Caller: 'I'd like the number of the Argo Fish Bar, please'

Operator: 'I'm sorry, there's no listing. Are you sure that the
spelling is correct?'

Caller: 'Well, it used to be called the Bargo Fish Bar but the 'B' fell off.'

!!!

Then there was the caller who asked for a knitwear company in Woven.

Operator: 'Woven? Are you sure?'

Caller: 'Yes. That's what it says on the label -- Woven in Scotland '

!!!

On another occasion, a man making heavy breathing sounds from a phone
box told a worried operator: 'I haven't got a pen, so I'm steaming up
the window to write the number on.'

!!!

 

***

 

Verse from 'Tao Te Ching' by Lau Tzu,

number eighty one

MANIFESTING SIMPLICITY

 

The truth is not always beautiful,

nor beautiful words the truth.

Those who have virtue,

have no need of argument for its own sake,

for they know that argument is of no avail.

 

Those who have knowledge of the natural way

do not train themselves in cunning,

whilst those who use cunning to rule their lives,

and the lives of others, are not knowledgeable of the Tao,

nor of natural happiness.

 

The sage seeks not to have a store

of things or knowledge, for he knows,

the less of these he has, the more he has,

and that the more he gives,

the greater his abundance.

 

The way of the sage is pointed

but does not harm.

The way of the sage

is to work without cunning."

***

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I have no idea...

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FlowFlowFlow-Flovers to you!

 

 

The Fighting Cheyennes

Anthropologist George Bird Grinnell’s The Fighting Cheyennes (1915) describes “perhaps the only

attempt to disable a railroad ever made by Indians.” A Cheyenne named Porcupine relates that in

late summer 1867, after an embittering loss to U.S. soldiers in frontier Nebraska, his band witnessed

“the first train of cars that any of us had seen. We looked at it from a high ridge. Far off it was very

small, but it kept coming and growing larger all the time, puffing out smoke and steam, and as it

came on we said to each other that it looked like a white man’s pipe when he was smoking.”

 

 

“Not long after this, as we talked of our troubles, we said among ourselves: ‘Now the white people

have taken all we had and have made us poor and we ought to do something. In these big wagons

that go on this metal road, there must be things that are valuable — perhaps clothing. If we could

throw these wagons off the iron they run on and break them open, we should find out what was in

them and could take whatever might be useful to us.”

 

 

They lay a stick across the tracks, which was enough to upset a handcar that appeared that night, and

the Cheyenne killed the two men who had been working it. Encouraged, they used levers to pull out

the spikes at the end of a rail and bent it a foot or two in the air. Presently they spotted two

trainsapproaching and sent a party to assail the first one.

 

 

“When they fired, the train made a loud noise — puffing — and threw up sparks into the air, going

faster and faster, until it reached the break, and the locomotive jumped into the air and the cars all

came together. After the train was wrecked, a man with a lantern was seen coming running along the

track, swearing in a loud tone of voice. He was the only one on the train left alive. They killed him.

The other train stopped somewhere far off and whistled. Four or five men came walking along the

track toward the wrecked train. The Cheyennes did not attack them. The second train then backed

away.”

 

 

The Cheyenne would shortly be driven out of that country, but they relished this victory. “Next

morning they plundered and burned the wrecked train and scattered the contents of the cars all over

the prairie,” Porcupine relates. “They tied bolts of calico to their horses’ tails, and galloped about and

had much amusement.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Att ge företag ett juridiskt vapen för att tysta sina belackare – på yttrandefrihetens bekostnad – vore olyckligt. Individer och företag är inte samma sak.

 

 

Canon Pixma MG6250, jag hatar dig. Jag ska köra ut dig till ett fält och slå sönder dig med basebollträ medan jag lyssnar på Geto Boys. Din skanner är okej men dina färgpatroner tar slut på ett ögonblick och kostar skjortan. Jag förbannar Canon, de lömska utsugare som tillverkade dig.

 

 

De är exakt som Ryanair, ett annat företag som låtsas vara billiga men lurar mig på pengar med sitt förrädiska bokningssystem. Det enda bra med Ryanair är att de inte flyger från Arlanda. Jag hatar nämligen Arlanda Express ännu mer. Det är världens dyraste flygtåg, ocker på räls. Jag drömmer om att bryta mig in på bangården och spreja deras gula fula vagnar med orden ”FUCK OFF ARLANDA UTPRESS”.

 

 

Men så får man väl inte säga i det här landet längre.

 

 

Nej, snart får man inte det. I alla fall inte om Svenskt Näringsliv får som de vill. Efter den senaste tidens debatt om näthat har organisationen uttalat sig om att det borde vara straffbart att kränka aktiebolag. Det är nämligen lika synd om mobbade företag som om mordhotade feminister.

 

 

Utspelet kastar ett löjets skimmer över Svenskt Näringsliv – ungefär som när Henrik Schyffert låtsades vara organisationens talesperson och i en fejkad informationsfilm hyllade Moderaternas maktövertagande genom att vråla ”the vind is vänding”.

 

 

En skärpt lagstiftning – där förtal av juridiska personer likställs med förtal av fysiska personer – kan leda till rättsprocesser av den typ som bananimperiet Dole drog i gång i USA mot filmarna som visade att företaget använt förbjudna bekämpningsmedel. Lundin Oil och Carema skulle på samma vis kunna stämma journalister.

 

 

Rejta, en sajt där allmänheten hissar och dissar alltifrån sportbarer till hunddagis, kan också få det hett om öronen – liksom vänsteraktivister som bränner Shellflaggor och målar Hitlermustasch på Ronald McDonald.

 

 

Samtidigt kan det tyckas märkligt att man i Sverige inte kan åtalas för förtal av företag, ens om man medvetet sprider lögner, medan man kan straffas för förtal av en person, även om det man säger är sant. Juridikprofessorn Mårten Schultz påpekade det i en debattartikel i SvD häromåret. Men det går ändå inte att jämföra individer som kränks med företag som kritiseras.

 

 

De senare har inte sällan en pr-avdelning till sin tjänst. Att ge dem ett juridiskt vapen för att tysta sina belackare – på yttrandefrihetens bekostnad – vore olyckligt.

 

 

Många av företagen skulle antagligen, likt Dole, försöka skrämma journalister till tystnad. Ur en pr-avdelnings perspektiv är det givetvis förtal, inte kritik, att säga att Shell hotar miljön på Antarktis med sina planerade oljeborrningar, eller att säkerhetskoncernen G4S bryter mot mänskliga rättigheter i Palestina.

 

 

Jag kan inte låta bli att tänka på en av de första stora Facebookgrupperna, ”Det bottenlösa hatet”, som riktades mot en Icabutik i Stockholms innerstad. Den startades av missnöjda kunder 2007 och hade två år senare så många medlemmar att fackförbundet Unionen ansåg att den försämrade personalens arbetsmiljö. Var det näthat? Definitivt. Var det konsumentaktivism? Absolut. Och om Ica haft möjlighet skulle de förmodligen ha stämt de hatiska konsumenterna på så mycket pengar att de fick handla på Lidl resten av livet.

 

Fredrik Strage DN 2013-03-01

 

 

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Morrissey "First Of The Gang To Die" Jools Holland

 

 

Natalie Merchant "Nursery Rhyme of Innocence and Experience" Live on Soundcheck

 

 

Natalie Merchant 

Natalie Anne Merchant (born October 26, 1963) is an American singer-songwriter and musician. She joined the alternative rock band 10,000 Maniacs in 1981 and left it to begin her solo career in 1993.

Early life

Natalie Merchant was born October 26, 1963, in Jamestown, New York, the third of four children of Anthony and Ann Merchant. Her paternal grandfather, who played the accordion, mandolin and guitar, emigrated to the United States from Sicily; his surname was "Mercante" before it was Anglicized.[1] Her maternal grandfather, a cartoonist, piano tuner and member of a barbershop quartet, was Irish.[1] Her parents divorced when she was eight years old, and her mother later remarried.

When Merchant was a child, her mother listened to music (The Beatles, Al Green, Aretha Franklin)and encouraged her children to study music, but she wouldn't allow TV after Natalie was 12. "I was taken to the symphony a lot because my mother loved classical music. But I was dragged to see Styx when I was 12. We had to drive 100 miles to Buffalo, New York. Someone threw up next to me and people were smoking pot. It was terrifying. I remember Styx had a white piano which rose out of the stage. It was awe-inspiring and inspirational."

"She [her mother] had show tunes, she had the soundtrack from West Side Story and South Pacific. And then eventually... she'd always liked classical music and then she married a jazz musician, so that's the kind of music I was into. I never really had friends who sat around and listened to the stereo and said 'hey, listen to this one', so I'd never even heard of who Bob Dylan was until I was 18."

During 1988–1989, Natalie claimed she still didn't have a TV: "I grew up in a house where no one watched the news on television and no one read the paper. I've been discovering these things as I get older, and the news has affected me more than it ever has before."

"A suicidal high school dropout", Merchant started working in a health food store at 16.[2] She considered a career in special education following her taking part in a handicapped children's summer program. But eventually in 1981 she started singing for a band called Still Life, which was to become 10,000 Maniacs.

Career

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10,000 Maniacs

The period featuring Merchant was the most critically and commercially successful for 10,000 Maniacs. She is seen here with Rob Buck and the band during that time.
Merchant was lead singer and primary lyricist for 10,000 Maniacs, joining in its infancy in 1981 while she was a student at Jamestown Community College. The group recorded their album Human Conflict Number Five and performed a corresponding Music video at The Hotel Franklin and at Group W Westinghouse studios (Jamestown, New York) in 1982. Merchant sang lead vocals, and later played the piano as well, for 10,000 Maniacs for seven studio albums. In 1993 she announced that she was leaving the group.

Tigerlily (1995)
Merchant has said in interviews that after her split with 10,000 Maniacs she was so eager to begin writing her own material that she went home that very day and composed the song "I May Know the Word", which was originally meant to appear on the soundtrack to the Tom Hanks movie Philadelphia. The song was eventually cut from the soundtrack, but it would go on to appear on Merchant's debut solo album, Tigerlily, which was released on the Elektra label in 1995. Merchant chose to name the album Tigerlily as she felt it captured the feel of the album, which she described as both "fierce" and "delicate".

The third song on the album, "Beloved Wife", was featured as the first song in the trailer for the movie Message in a Bottle.

The fifth song on the Tigerlily album, Carnival, was requested by the serial killer Aileen Wuornos to be played at her wake after her execution. It was also played over the end credits to Nick Broomfield's documentary Aileen Wuornos: The Selling of a Serial Killer, which was aired on the Crime channel.

Seeking creative control, Merchant chose to fund Tigerlily herself, refusing the advance from the record company. She also wanted to work with a core-group of young musicians who she felt would be enthusiastic about the music. The group would consist of guitarist Jennifer Turner, bassist Barrie Maguire, and former-Wallflower and eventual boyfriend to Merchant, Peter Yanowitz, who played drums on the album and who continued to do so with Merchant until their abrupt split in 2000.

Tigerlily was a critical and commercial success, spawning her first top-ten hit in the single "Carnival", and achieving top-40 success with subsequent singles "Wonder" and "Jealousy". The album would go on to sell over 5 million copies, and continues to be Merchant’s most successful album to date. Merchant did extensive touring for the album and made numerous television appearances, including performances on SNL, The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and all late-night talk shows. The media's immediate and critical impact on culture and cultural icons was of particular interest to Merchant. In "River", a song from Tigerlily, Merchant defends River Phoenix as she castigates the media for systematically dissecting the child actor after his death. Much of their emphasis was on Phoenix' suspected drug-using lifestyle. In "River," Merchant asks, "Why don't you let him be / Give his mother and father peace." Merchant's anger is later replaced with quiet reflection, asking, "It was such a nightmare raving, 'How could we save him from himself?'"

Ophelia (1998–1999)
Three years passed before Merchant would release her second solo effort, Ophelia. While Tigerlily contained a lot of sparse instrumentation, the music on Ophelia featured plenty of lush symphonic arrangements composed and conducted by British composer Gavin Bryars. Merchant treated the recording of Ophelia as a series of workshops, where she would invite various musicians she had met over the years into her home studio to collaborate and record. In the end, 30 different musicians featured on the album, among them Brand New Heavies frontwoman N'Dea Davenport (with whom she duets on the song Break Your Heart), famed trumpet player Chris Botti, and the husband and wife duo, Don and Karen Peris, from the band The Innocence Mission.

While Ophelia is not a concept record in the traditional sense, the album-cycle saw Merchant flexing her creative muscles in surprising ways. The name of the album and the title track are a literary reference to Shakespeare's Ophelia, who in the play Hamlet becomes mad and eventually commits suicide when Hamlet remains non-committal and lost in himself. Merchant's Ophelia describes a series of women throughout time—women who dared question the patriarchal status quo and who were often castigated for doing so—and is a cry for women's rights and for more understanding of female archetypes beyond the scope of the "mother" and the "whore", both of which severely limit women and attempt to turn them into little more than chattel. The portrayal of the women in the song is a tribute to the non-traditional, the "too smart for her own good" type of woman who is often misunderstood by society. As a lyric to the title song cries: "Your common sense, your best defense, was wasted and in vain!" A reflection of women driven mad by social limitations, Natalie's tribute described Ophelia as being at once a "novice carmelite," a "suffragette," a "circus queen," a "demigoddess" and a "mafia courtesan." The album sleeve saw Merchant pictured in colorful and ornate costumes as each of these different characters. As a companion to the album, she also released a film where she portrays each of these different characters, with voice-overs used for the "novice carmelite," the "sweetheart" and the "courtesan" as they are Spanish, German and Italian, respectively.

The first single off the album was a happy and uncharacteristically simple song called "Kind and Generous", which received massive airplay on VH1 and which solidified Merchant's role as a bona fide solo artist. That summer, Sarah McLachlan invited Merchant to co-headline the year's biggest music festival with her, Lilith Fair. The exposure from the tour helped the album reach Platinum status in just under a year, with subsequent singles "Break Your Heart" and "Life Is Sweet" receiving moderate airplay on adult contemporary stations. No video was filmed for the latter, however, with a clip from Merchant's appearance on VH1's Storytellers being used instead. She would also go on to appear on PBS' Sessions at West 54th and VH1's Hard Rock Live before the year's end. In 1998, Merchant also recorded George Gershwin's "But Not for Me" for the Red Hot Organization's compilation album Red Hot + Rhapsody, a tribute to George Gershwin, which raised money for various charities devoted to increasing AIDS awareness and fighting the disease.

The Ophelia tour ended in 1999 with the final few shows being performed and recorded on Broadway. The performance would be released as the album Natalie Merchant: Live in Concert with a companion video of the same name. The performance was notable in that it featured numerous covers including songs by David Bowie, Neil Young, and the Breton-Welsh singer-songwriter Katell Keineg.

American Folk Music Tour (2000) and Motherland (2001)
In 2000, Merchant embarked on a folk tour in the United States with many shows being supported by alt-country band Wilco.

Merchant's next studio album on the Elektra label was Motherland, released in 2001. Motherland saw Merchant at her most experimental musically. Motherland achieved Gold on the Billboard charts after debuting at No. 30 on the Billboard 200 and No. 13 on the Top Internet Albums of 2001, respectively. Rolling Stone favored this album with 3½ stars, and also noticed a difference in Merchant's voice, which was more deep and gritty than her previous albums. Singles that were released from Motherland were "Just Can't Last", "Build a Levee" and "Tell Yourself".

Merchant embarked on a year and a half world tour to promote Motherland. The first leg of the tour started in Minneapolis, Minnesota on October 17, 2001, trekking all over the United States, and then heading to Europe with some special acoustic shows in Europe. Merchant also participated in the Rock am Ring Festival and Rock im Park in 2002. In the summer of 2002, she was paired with Chris Isaak and both played at stadiums and arenas.

The House Carpenter's Daughter (2003)

Merchant at the piano in 2005
After her contract with Elektra expired in August 2002, Merchant decided not to sign with them again, or any other major label.[9] Her next studio album, The House Carpenter's Daughter, was released in September 2003 on her own label, Myth America Records. To date this has been the only release on Myth America.

Leave Your Sleep (2010)
In October 2009, the official websites of Nonesuch Records and Natalie Merchant announced that she had signed with the label. Leave Your Sleep was released on April 13, 2010 [10] and is a compilation of five years of inspiration from a "conversation" with her daughter over the "first 6 years of her life." The album debuted on the Billboard Top 200 at No. 17, Billboard Folk Albums at No. 1, Amazon.com at No.1, and iTunes, No. 3. The album was co-produced by Grammy winning Andres Levin.

Merchant contributed a cover of Buddy Holly's "Learning the Game" to the tribute album Listen to Me: Buddy Holly, released September 6, 2011.

Personal life

 

Merchant became known for her swirling style of dancing and her simple dress while performing with 10,000 Maniacs
In 2003, Merchant married Daniel de la Calle and had a daughter with him named Lucia. However, in an interview in 2012, she indicated that she is now divorced.
She likes gardening and painting.Some paintings can be seen at her official website.

She has been a vegetarian since 1980, save for the duration of her pregnancy when she temporarily resumed eating meat.In 1997, she said:

"The '60s aesthetic has never really appealed to me, the tie-dyed Deadhead running barefoot through the forest on LSD. I don't think that's really me. But I've been a vegetarian for 17 years and I consider myself an environmentalist in as much as I can be, considering the job that I have. I prefer living in the countryside rather than the city; I find it more sane and sustaining for myself..."

Source - http://en.wikipedia.org

 

 

 

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