jingo
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10/31/2015 4:55:06 AM
The fire has gone out, the storytellers are all dead. Now is the time to hide inside, hollow out the inside, an empty container to fill with Likes.
We worship the Plastic Rectangle, the New Truth, it maketh us all the same and easy to control, blessed be the soft glow of touch screens. Turn from pack to herd, perfect prey, waiting for wolves who, sniffing the abyss, fix us with their gaze.
I look in the mirror and, although my sight has grown dim, see that my hair has turned silver and my beard white. My last day is always closer than it was before. So - you know, at least I got that working for me. Awesome.
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jingo
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11/2/2015 8:53:07 PM
My Momma always said "stupid is as stupid does".
Actually she never said that, not even once. She would say things like "did you remember to take out the garbage" and I would wonder if she had tried to put something in the can, because if she did she would see that I had, indeed, emptied it, so that particular line of questioning was irrelevant. If, on the other hand, she hadn't tried to put something in the can then her questions would seem to make some sense - except for the fact that if you weren't planning on tossing something then the state of the can makes no difference.
I sometimes wonder if episodes like this caused me to lose faith in humanity. I generally conclude that I haven't lost faith in humanity, I just never developed it in the first place. I think this may be a key to a happy life. Thanks, Mom!
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11/4/2015 7:00:54 AM
There's probably a reason why they say 'do not go gently into that good night'...
Scott makes a good point, why the heck did we think it was going to be easy?
It's because we grew up in maybe the best time to be a kid. During
the years The BEATLES Ruled The Earth. Let's face it, THEY made it look easy.
What are you fussing about you stupid twat, you stand there and be fuckin' BEATLES and it all bloody works out doesn't it. Why didn't I think of that.
Far as I have gotten my ears on, except this one song I heard in the supermarket---mental note, research, find, and cover that fucking song---most signed music, leaves me cold, and the only reason I can think of that anyone buys any of it,
is because people all too often do what the radio and television tell them to do,
and buy the same way. "Here, we're playing this piece of shite on the radio,
now be a good little lemming and go run and buy it."
And this is generally the choices out there in what is 'for sale',
crap, crap, and crap, oh and there's also crap if you prefer.
This is why I made all my music free to download a long time ago,
in revolt to the world of crap music for sale.
"Oh yeah?! Well I'll make music that DOESN'T suck, and Mine'll Be Free.
Kiss My Ass."
You want Hope For The Future, Mr Future Of Rock & EVERYBODY ELSE?
Start Here:
Assume it's all Completely Totally Fucked Up, Down & Sideways,
because it is.
Then:
Decide To Wage A Personal Life-long War With Accepting Mediocre Bullshit.
Or even better than average Bullshit. Basically it's about contesting Bullshit,
not going gently into that 'good pile of bullshit' or whatever they think
they're selling those of us left with a fucking brain in our head.
Yes, I have to use the 'f' word, it reaffirms my Personal Power as an American.
What? I forgot the "f" word after reserving the right to use it?? What an idiot.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck.
There that's better.
Now, look Folks.
If there IS Hope,
it ain't comin' from nobody but us,
all of us wee bunch of last stand last chance idiots of the grand expanse....
It is us.
I don't personally have any real belief that Hip Hop is going to save anything;
it will continue to sell bling and murder like it's alright. Thanks, that's great, Guys.
But whatever, if that's what moves you, go for it.
I'm A Time Traveler. Where I come from, you could actually SING along,
not just talk along, with a record.
Which is why I say it is on all of us. All of we indie music artists,
still bothering with the antiquated notion of beat and melody.
Look.
Let me put it this way.
Get Off Your Fucking Asses You Lazy Goddamned Sods All Of You.
Said the retarded banana who made over 2000 records.
Say what you will about me,
I make my days count.
These records don't make themselves, I'm just so fucking annoyingly good
at it, that it appears they make themselves and all I gotta do is stand
here and that is not true. I work my ass off rocking these damned things.
So Look.
All Of You.
Sounds Fucked Up To Say,
But Catch This Particular Disease:
Get A Mission.
Make Your Mission,
Restating The Fullest Potential Of Music Humanly Possible.
Which means, Shine All Of You, Heart, Mind, Body, Soul.
Also breathe in breathe out, and remember,
maybe it all will suck,
but if you didn't do anything about it you suck too, hahah.
~L
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