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Normally we don’t get involved with private affairs, but the continued outpouring of grief, praise, remembrance, and love for Robin Williams we’ve seen on Tumblr has been staggering. He gave his gifts selflessly, and was a beacon of sorts to those of us who had a weird time figuring out how our energies and talents fit into the world.
Remember, if you’re struggling, there’s help. We love ya, Tumblr.
And goodbye, Robin. We love you, too. 

staff:

Normally we don’t get involved with private affairs, but the continued outpouring of grief, praise, remembrance, and love for Robin Williams we’ve seen on Tumblr has been staggering. He gave his gifts selflessly, and was a beacon of sorts to those of us who had a weird time figuring out how our energies and talents fit into the world.

Remember, if you’re struggling, there’s help. We love ya, Tumblr.

And goodbye, Robin. We love you, too. 

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A Critical Analysis of “Thrill My Gorilla” by Alice Cooper
Few artists truly transcend the medium in which they work in order to elevate both our consciousness and the art itself to untold levels of emotional connection and social relevance.  For Alice Cooper this quality came as naturally as breathing.  And, every now and then, the afore-mentioned transcendant artist draws inspiration down from the heavens and graces we simplistic ordinary mortals with a tapestry of musical inspiration that sends the very burning spheres of heaven through our central nervous systems, leaving us exposed as mere empty shells of flesh unworthy to inhabit the earthy realm which we have been so generously gifted.  ”Thrill My Gorilla” is such a song.
The opening lyric, “Sukie honey, we’re gonna turn back the clock to a time when we danced to volcanic rock” immediately challenges the listener and his/her conventional view of human history.  Can one really dance to volcanic rock?  What tribal customs can we truly say we understand from the days of the dawn of man?  Perhaps only Alice knows, as he invites us to follow him on this time-travelling journey of the senses.
The haunting chorus of this masterpiece calls upon the listener to answer two chilling questions: “Where were you when the monkey hit the fan? Thrill my gorilla. Where were you when monkey turned to man? Thrill my gorilla.”
I trust that one can never truly know what happens when the “monkey hit the fan,” as the layers of metaphor interwoven with gripping subtext here surely elude me.  And even in 2014, there are those that still engage in the debate about when indeed, the monkey turned to man.  Thrill my gorilla?  You’re damned straight.
The imagery of the song cuts straight to our very core, with phrases such as “We lay on our skins, original sins” and “Ah, ah, ah, ah” reaching into our souls and toying with our primal inner memories.  
Truly no more can be said about such a song that needs to be felt on a spiritual level rather than merely described with pedestrian words such as mine. I invite you to listen to—nay, experience—"Thrill My Gorilla" by Alice Cooper. 
But only if your soul is prepared.

A Critical Analysis of “Thrill My Gorilla” by Alice Cooper

Few artists truly transcend the medium in which they work in order to elevate both our consciousness and the art itself to untold levels of emotional connection and social relevance.  For Alice Cooper this quality came as naturally as breathing.  And, every now and then, the afore-mentioned transcendant artist draws inspiration down from the heavens and graces we simplistic ordinary mortals with a tapestry of musical inspiration that sends the very burning spheres of heaven through our central nervous systems, leaving us exposed as mere empty shells of flesh unworthy to inhabit the earthy realm which we have been so generously gifted.  ”Thrill My Gorilla” is such a song.

The opening lyric, “Sukie honey, we’re gonna turn back the clock to a time when we danced to volcanic rock” immediately challenges the listener and his/her conventional view of human history.  Can one really dance to volcanic rock?  What tribal customs can we truly say we understand from the days of the dawn of man?  Perhaps only Alice knows, as he invites us to follow him on this time-travelling journey of the senses.

The haunting chorus of this masterpiece calls upon the listener to answer two chilling questions: “Where were you when the monkey hit the fan? Thrill my gorilla. Where were you when monkey turned to man? Thrill my gorilla.”

I trust that one can never truly know what happens when the “monkey hit the fan,” as the layers of metaphor interwoven with gripping subtext here surely elude me.  And even in 2014, there are those that still engage in the debate about when indeed, the monkey turned to man.  Thrill my gorilla?  You’re damned straight.

The imagery of the song cuts straight to our very core, with phrases such as “We lay on our skins, original sins” and “Ah, ah, ah, ah” reaching into our souls and toying with our primal inner memories.  

Truly no more can be said about such a song that needs to be felt on a spiritual level rather than merely described with pedestrian words such as mine. I invite you to listen to—nay, experience—"Thrill My Gorilla" by Alice Cooper. 

But only if your soul is prepared.

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