Thursday, December 08, 2016


Cover fucking rocks, why deny it?

the sea of static


I think this is the book that has officially put me off rock music criticism and the whole concept of placing it into a greater cultural context.  The present isn't moving into the future fast enough for these people, so all they can keep doing is rehashing the past, telling the same old anecdotes, categorizing the same bands (or insisting that they defy categorization), compiling variations of the same GREATEST OF ALL TIME lists, etc etc.

I've always known that music was more of a visceral thing for me, pleasing to both my ears and my gut, but when the trend began, I was intrigued by the idea of placing contemporary music into a broader cultural spectrum, ESPECIALLY when the 70s and 80s alternative scenes finally got their day in the sun. 

An album cover showing four men in silhouette standing on a wet beach. There are dark clouds in the sky and the sun is low on the horizon. The album's name and the band's name is in white letters in the top centre of the album cover.
Now, tho, I'm just tired of it.  I loved hearing EXILE ON MAIN STREET for the first time much more than I enjoyed reading and re-reading and re-reading articles by a zillion different people tell me WHY it's the ultimate Stones album.  Or the  contrary types who want to tell me why it's not.

I love Echo and the Bunnymen.  Don't give a shit where they stand in the INFLUENTIAL BANDS OF THE 80s lists of anyone but myself.  They were one of the first non-mainstream bands I got into, and I still listen to those first 4 albums quite a bit.  Not as nostalgia, but because they still give me a visceral thrill.  That's good music.  Period.

My oldest kid gets all kinds of annoyed when I can't give him a list of my all time fave bands or movies, I keep telling him he's 30+ years too late for lists from me.  Back in the day, I went from Cheap Trick to Pink Floyd to the Clash to REM to the Jesus and Mary Chain, but I hung onto the bands I moved past.  Why limit yourself? 
An album cover showing four men stood on a rocky outcrop with a frozen waterfall to their left. The band's and the album's names are in the top-left corner of the cover in green text.

Anyway, the book isn't bad, but the guy just takes this shit waaaaaaay too seriously, and it really isn't worth it.  Life's too short.  Gotta go check the crock pot, see how my chicken & black bean soup is doing.

Tuesday, December 06, 2016


this small rain in endless fields

this afternoon like breaking glass

like slow desperation or the
stuttering movement from
stop sign to stop sign

no music
no painting no belief in
anything but these objects i
can hold or throw away

or a smile

a gesture

my naked body against yours
in a stranger's room at the
end of everything and then the
luminous weight of salvation

this idea that whatever
we have will be lost

the simple fucking joy


afraid of what you know

of how little
any of these words really matter

and pollock
who pissed it all away
and my father
who called it religion

his shaking hands
and his bloodshot eyes
and all of the things we never
talked about

all of the miles
we drove in silence

and at some point
you knock on my door
and tell me you love me and
at some point you leave

and the last witch is hung and
the last indian slaughtered
and what remains is the future

what remains is the simple fact
that there will always be war

that the past will only matter
to those who built it

and i'm not ready to die
for anyone's beliefs

Saturday, December 03, 2016


Another one of those days with a random and huge spike in the number of pageviews at my blog, and 99% of them from the U.S. and Russia.  Is it national troll day, and no one told me?  Possibly a hacker festival I wasn't invited to?  I know it's not actual people interested in my humble work, except maybe as a way to exploit it (or my page).   Maybe it's the oompa loompa's evil minions looking for free speech to stifle.

Anyway, hello to all you anonymous fuckers.  If you're just passing through, looking to be a dick, do me a favor and go die.

Peace out.
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Seriously, this picture, right?  Fucking nuts.....




in the kingdom of oblivion


between truth and mercy

Wednesday, November 30, 2016


Image result for lisa germano happinessYou just won't find 'em any cooler than Lisa Germano.  Is she even still making music?  I never know.  Each of her albums seems to get more claustrophobic, desolate and hopeless than the one before, tho, and that's saying something.

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Do you love the fact that she fiddled for Little Johnny Cougar Mellencamp for a few years?  Of course you do.  Compare her lyrics to his ham fisted pronouncements.  Pretty funny.  Worlds apart.  

I think she was too scary for the Lilith Fair crowd, and too iconoclastic to get swept along in the whole alterna-music thing of the early/mid 90s.  She was her own niche, and more power to her.

Here's hoping she found some non-ironic happiness.....

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book of saints, age of despair

man rapes a
nine month-old baby and
leaves it for dead and
all i want is for this thought to
stay with you forever

all i want is for you
to know that the baby lives

all i ask is that you
teach your god to crawl