The Dirt Isn’t Clean

I haven't seen the movie, but it needs to be said:  The Dirt Isn't Clean.  The movie doesn't matter.  The band doesn't matter.  Not theirs, not yours, not mine.  Better a broken heart under grace, than a heart stuffed with fat, under law.  Perhaps that's why our hearts break, so we don't have to carry …

Thrift Stores For The Arts

Social media platforms are ghettos for the arts.  Thrift stores, at best.  Uniqueness has been replaced by uniformity; the wonder and excitement at the discovery of something unique has been replaced by uniform social media "profiles," which is a police word.  There are no commodities in this world except bandwidth.  When you listen to a …

John Lennon Killed Sharon Tate

Millions of people have been killed in the name of religion, especially Jesus, so He must be guilty of the murders. I mean, right? John Lennon wrote a song, and Charlie Manson scrawled the lyrics on the wall in the victims' blood, therefore John Lennon is guilty of the crime. Right? Obviously.  The most important …

Superholy Death Trip

This is a strange season.  I thanked God last night for "taking my music away from me."  Oddly, unexpectedly, God has removed "who I am" from who I am.  Which doesn't mean that all of a sudden I'm happy to be a retail weed person (which I'm not) or a cabdriver (which I was a …

Clarity

As the moment of my final clarity approaches, I learn to disregard the reproaches of the roaches       March 9, 2014

The Proxy Hipster War Of Williamsburg

Just in time for Christmas, it has been revealed to me through the prophets of absurdity that NYC is the neo promised land, and a proxy hipster war is waging there that echoes the neverending conflict in Israel, and the war against the Russians and the powers of the east in Syria. Anyone with half …

The Punk-Rock Soccer Matriarchy (and how to avoid it)

Before I was voided out of Twitter for reasons of not giving them my phone number, I was a follower of Ben Weasel from Screeching Weasel (@screechingweez), not because I'm a fan (I'm happily indifferent), but because he stands firmly opposed to censorship and fascism in all its forms.  Which makes him oddly anathema to …

Throw Me To The Doves

"I created myself inside the womb from the fires of Hell."  G.G. Allin I don't believe in "devil's music." I don't believe the devil is a creative spirit. I don't believe in sparks, combusting in the darkness. Lately I've been trying to solve the problem of the "holy terror," how to capture the translucent firefly, …

Art is Amoral

Thoughts inspired by a video I didn't watch, about famous performers who have "sold their soul" for money and fame: I don't know if I have an hour for it, but 7 minutes in I think he's probably on the right path.  The end of Eminem's "Rap God" is right out of Genesis:  Why be …

The World Is An Heirloom

A friend of mine asked me for my take on Christ's statement that "the meek shall inherit the earth."  This is it: My take on that verse has to be subjected to what God means by it, and so I have to say, "thank you," because God is calling to me through you to become …

Seeds of Heaven

I can't resist posting this picture, of the absurdly-idealized vision of van life from fellow moon-denizen Spacemind, who clearly lives INDOORS, judging by the absolute lack of neurosis, exquisite attention to detail, and totally-unrealistic depiction of van life in this painting below.  I want to see the puffed-up cops asking for your "adventure pass," or the tweeker lunatics throwing …

A Breath Away From Hell

For some reason, this culture dictates to all artists that they ought never to explain themselves to people.  I understand the reasons for this, even if I find no reason to strictly adhere to it, but in this case I want to explain the lyrics to the song posted below, particularly the 3rd stanza.  The …