SONG FOR YOUR ALTERNATE FUTURE

SOME SCARY FASCIST SHIT FROM THE FUCKTARDS

Who don't seem to grasp the concept of
FREEDOM OF SPEECH.......

White House official says 'we've looked at' changes to libel laws that would restrict press freedom

Nicki Rossoll

White House Chief of Staff Reince Priebus said the Trump administration has "looked at" changes to libel laws that would curtail press freedoms, but said "whether that goes anywhere is a different story."

President Trump frequently slams the press for its coverage of him and in March suggested changing libel laws.

Libel is when defamatory statements about someone are published. But the American press enjoys some protection from lawsuits claiming libel because of the First Amendment's guarantee of free speech rights.

When Priebus was asked by ABC News Chief White House Correspondent Jonathan Karl if the president would really want to pursue a change in libel laws, the White House chief of staff said it’s been considered.

"I think it's something that we've looked at," Priebus told Karl in an exclusive interview on "This Week" Sunday. "How that gets executed or whether that goes anywhere is a different story."

Priebus said the media needs "to be more responsible with how they report the news."

He also addressed another First Amendment issue on flag burning. Priebus hinted that the Trump administration may look at punishing flag burners, as Trump suggested in a tweet during the transition.

AFTERMATH

AMBIENT #1

TUNNEL

DISTURBANCE #2

poem for a woman bathed in sunlight

patience in and of itself

and then despair

not all truths are bitter

not all lies need to be spoken

                                      aloud

move closer to the mirror in

this room of accumulated dust
and then turn away

shame is everywhere

the absence of warmth

pull back the curtains to

find only sorrow

fading daylight

the sky is beautiful

but stained with poison

the poison tastes like sugar

licked from your lover’s skin

who is it that tells you to

leave the world a better place
than you found it?

why do you believe that

personal salvation is a given?

turn off the tv

close your eyes when the

trigger is pulled

even now

it’s not too late

RAW MATERIAL #2

MYRRH

HOW TO DISAPPEAR

DISTURBANCE #1

DOWN WELL TRODDEN CORRIDORS INTO THE VALLEY OF STEEL....

NEW WORK AT APEIRON REVIEW

https://issuu.com/apeironreview/docs/issue_12_final

EVERYTHING BURNS

SLOWDIVE

These 70s, 80s and 90s bands that decide to reunite are always a tricky proposition.  I haven’t found any consistency among them - some are bitter disappointments, some are unspectacularly OK, a very few manage to exceed expectations and justify their reconstitution.

Slowdive, luckily, falls into this latter category.  I was happy with the Swervedriver comeback a few years ago, even if it was a little on the mellow side, but this album is just an end-to-end knockout.  It seems to favor the early days of the band more than anything with its gorgeous guitar and feedback washes, but it still manages to sneak in some of Souvlkai’s skewed poppiness and a little bit of Pygmalion’s abstract ambience.  Plus, Rachel sings more than she did on the band’s last recordings of the 90s, which is always a plus.  Neil is fine and all, but the combination of the two is unbeatable.

Other bands of note with Slowdive connections include Monster Movie and Halstead’s Black Hearted Brother (Stars Are Our Home is one fine record).  I like about ½ of the first Mojave 3 album, but lost interest after that.  Way too laid back, and not in an interesting way.

I think the reunion ball is now squarely in Catherine Wheel’s court.

THE PHOENIX, COLLAPSING

RAW MATERIAL #1

ANAESTHESIA

WHAT WE THOUGHT WAS FOREVER

OR MY GIFT TO YOU, WHICH IS SILENCE

Waves

This small act of naming

the baby born dead

This pointless hatred that I refuse to let go of,

frozen in the early July heat,
solidified along the river’s edge in the days
where the flood begins to recede, spoken
of quietly in the company of lovers, in
rooms without windows where the cameras
film ordinary atrocities, the rapes, the beheadings,
the brutal beatings that pass for commerce in
these first tentative days of the golden age,
and when I’m too tired to write something that
feels like an ending, I find the right pill in
the medicine cabinet, I speak the right name
into the mouthpiece, and all pain is
washed away.

All sorrow is burnt into

the powdery residue of fear.

The name is forgotten,

but the story leaves a stain.

TENEBRIS

"O’Reilly Set to Make First Appearance Since Ouster From Fox News"

But, really, who gives a fuck?  What's he going to say - "Hey everyone, I'm a scumlicking douchebag!!"  ?

Not exactly news, Billy.

Maybe he'll kill himself on live TV?

Cool.

dinosaur jr, when they was young......

WHEN SHE COMES SHE'LL BRING THE SUN

this mortal light

But he gets it wrong.  Says the

poems are supposed to mean

something, are supposed to have

weight and depth, when all they

really are is another form of

bleeding.  The fist you fear isn’t

the fist of God.  The names of

your children sound hollow when

you speak them out loud, like the

bones of birds, like bottomless

wells.  Jump in.  Look upwards,

back to where you began.  Let

the prayer come naturally.

DAWN COVETS THE BIRDMAN

Very cool sculpture, but my oldest just got his college acceptance letters, so money's not flowing as freely as it was, and $179 is kind of steep for whimsical yet non-functional art.  Cuz, let's face it, if I decided to hang my coat on the thing (or even a hat), I'd probably get yelled at.......

WORK IN PROGRESS

So it’s been, what, eight months of painting?  I think I have 6 finished canvases to show for it, maybe 7.  I finish one, it sits around for a few weeks, I start seeing all the flaws with it, BOOM!  it gets a coat of gesso and we’re back to square one.  

This new one is about 99% finished, just a few small parts to adjust, I think it’ll be a keeper.  2X3 feet, a little bigger than the ones I’ve been doing, I’m starting to see how the jump could be made to larger canvases, if that’s what I had in mind.  Which I don’t think I do.

WIDE AWAKE NOW

LET THE FUCKTARD TALK

What's the worst that could happen?  Someone sets fire to her?  Would anyone really give a shit?

I found a nude picture of her on the internet:

UC BERKELEY STUDENTS THREATEN TO SUE OVER ANN COULTER VISIT

Associated Press

BERKELEY, Calif. — The University of California at Berkeley students who invited Ann Coulter to speak on campus are threatening to sue the university if it doesn't find a proper time and venue for the conservative pundit to speak next week.

Harmeet Dhillon, who represents the Berkeley College Republicans, said in letters sent Friday to UC Berkeley's Interim Vice Chancellor Stephen Sutton and chief attorney Christopher Patti that if Coulter is not allowed to give a speech on campus on April 27 she will file a lawsuit in federal court because the university is violating the students' constitutional right to free speech.

"It is a sad day indeed when the birthplace of the Free Speech Movement, is morphing before our eyes into the cemetery of free speech on college campuses," wrote Dhillon, a committeewoman to the Republican National Convention for California and former vice chairwoman of the California Republican Party.

Berkeley officials on Tuesday informed the Berkeley College Republicans and the nonpartisan BridgeUSA, which organized the Coulter event, that it was being cancelled due to security concerns.

The cancellation comes after a series of violent clashes this year on campus and in downtown Berkeley between far-right and far-left protesters who come armed with pepper spray, Molotov cocktails, brass knuckles and soda cans filled with concrete.

Chancellor Nicholas B. Dirks said that police have "very specific intelligence regarding threats that could pose a grave danger to the speaker," her audience and protesters if the event goes ahead next Thursday.

Officials offered an afternoon event on May 2, when they can offer an "appropriate, protectable venue" but Coulter rejected it, saying she is not available that day. She also tweeted, "THERE ARE NO CLASSES AT BERKELEY THE WEEK OF MAY 2." The period is known as Dead Week, when students are studying for final exams.

Dhillon said the university offered eight possible venues for the event students had planned to take place between 7 p.m. and 9 p.m. but then abruptly cancelled the event.

Patti said in a letter to Dhillon that university police and officials have determined neither the group's free speech nor the safety of the university's 36,000 students can be safeguarded on April 27.

Coulter has vowed to speak at Berkeley on that date.

HILLARY, 2 MOUTH-BREATHERS AND A CHILD MOLESTER WALK INTO A ROOM.....

I know the 2 guys are embarrassed about their receding hairlines, but why is Palin wearing the White House shower curtain?

THE SUBTLE ART OF LEAVING

LAW OF THE LAND

There are different agencies in the building I work in.  Mine is one of the more laid back groups, but there are others who I would dread working for.  This sign is a perfect example why.  Where I work, if there are objections to someone's odor/personality/general aura, then the person who HAS the problem gets moved to a new work area.  Usually, this person gets pissed because of the move, but it seems like the best idea to me.

If I worked for this particular agency, I would drench my clothing in Old Spice or Brut or Patchouli every morning, just to be a raging dick.  When you're told to watch out because your choice of clothing detergent might cause problems, it's time to assume that the system is broken.

I grew up among heavy smokers, thought I had a bad head cold for the first seventeen years of my life.  Finally got to a smoke-free environment and suddenly I could smell things again, and I wasn't perpetually congested, and my nose wasn't running 24/7. 

So I have limited sympathy for others who whine about perfumes and detergents.

BOLD MONKEY!!!!

Still a good time to be had by all:

https://georgedanderson.blogspot.com/2015/04/featuring-john-sweet.html

https://georgedanderson.blogspot.com.au/2015/04/book-review-interview-john-sweet.html

BIG NIGHT OUT

Coming from a long line of alcoholics and party animals, I've chosen to take the road less travelled and not drink.  Basically, alcohol dulls the overwhelming bitter rage that's so necessary to my chosen profession of OBSCURE MIDDLE-AGED ANGRY POET.

Still, me and Dawn like to visit the swanky grocery store in the next town over and look at all of their exotic foods and kitchen utensils from time to time, and we love checking out their hand-crafted ale & micro-brewery section while we're there.

Remember all the folks who (rightfully) argued that by using colorful packaging and cartoonish characters like Joe Camel that cigarette manufacturers were trying to lure young children into the world of smoking?  Where are these clowns now?  I love the artwork that the small breweries use but, dammit, how are young kids not being targeted by this colorful zaniness?

Still, I gotta respect ARROGANT BASTARD ALE, and any company that uses Steadman for its artwork.

STILL THE BEST BANG FOR YOUR BUCK

MOTHERFUCKING FREE.  I MEAN, COME ON NOW.......

https://issuu.com/bleedinghorse

THE HOPELESS YEAR

AFTER THE FLOOD

AUTODRONE - STRIKE A MATCH

Another excellent band that slipped through the cracks.  Is this their only album?  Who knows.  Definitely worth seeking out, though. File under "noise rock", "shoegaze", "post punk".


from PopMatters:

Strike a Match is a moody and heavily-textured record, but Autodrone seem to ease their way into its intricacies. The title track, which opens the record, suggests an album of ‘80s revivalist rock that is just harsh enough to avoid being called new wave. But then the next track, “Final Days”, dips its toe in the album’s mood as Katie Kennedy’s vocals rise up and overtake the fuzzy guitars. It’s still pretty straightforward, but there are some holes in the verses, some interplay between Kennedy and the guitars that works better than the opener. After that, once you hit the droning noise pulsing of “100,000 Years of Revenge”, you are fully entrenched in this compelling album. From there the band steps back from trying to sound like a rock, and sound like a band that knows their own sound. The ebb and flow of echoed chords on “Sometime”. The droning of “Moth of July” punctuated by haunting shouts buried deep in the track. The arena-sized but eerily dark “With Arms Raised”. These are the eccentricities that make Strike a Match a compelling listen. The deeper you get into the record, the more Autodrone reveal themselves to be a band with quite a bit of range. And while this album gives the wrong first impression, the second impression is one that will leave a distinct mark.

(7 out of 10 stars)


From Ned Raggett at AllMusic:

Shoegaze as a constant form still provides the thrills of its origin points, but admittedly too many bands avoid the sheer bite and anger of a lot of its earliest practitioners -- groups like early Lush, Bleach, the Charlottes, and of course My Bloody Valentine itself. New York's Autodrone, while not consciously drawing from many of those bands, finds its own strong voice on its full-length debut, cranking up not only the guitars but the sharp vocal sentiments and style of Angel Lorelei. She cuts through the mix rather than blissing out in it, and as a result adds a strong smack to the overall sound. Songs such as the near-strident "Final Days" and "Sometime" have a presence that probably hits even more strongly live, but on disc still sounds brutal enough. Guitarist Justin Alisauskas, while working from familiar templates, makes his own mark on songs like "100000 Years of Revenge," all tremolo abuse and howling mania, and the huge slow burn of "Moth of July," the closest the album gets to full-on modern psych doom. Things begin wonderfully with "Strike a Match," a classic shoegaze number but with a chunky undertow, while the singer keeps things a little more direct and focused -- lost in the mix but seeking a way out, if you like -- while near the end "Of Home" almost feels like a movie-credit closer, a way to bow out on a high note. In a nice twist on everything, "With Arms Raised" takes a distinctly different, far warmer, and more immediately exultant feeling -- less a chance to rage loud as it is to kick up one's heels and have a ball, even with the singing remaining laden with just enough sting.

(4 out of 5 stars)