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Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Glimmering Shards...

Photo by Saul Leiter

Reading Teju Cole's  book of essays, "Known and Strange Things," now...

Glimmering shards of of light!

I found this in the essay about the "street" photographer Saul Leiter:

"There are things that are out in the open and then there are the things that are hidden, and life has more to do, the real world has more to do with what is hidden, maybe. You think?" - S. Leiter

And this is from an interview with Cole:

"As for faith: I don't believe in the Christian god, or the Muslim one, or the Jewish one. I'm sentimentally attached to some of the Yoruba and Greek gods - the stories are too good, too insightful, for a wholesale rejection - though I don't ask them for favors. What do I believe in? Imagination, gardens, science, poetry, love, and a variety of nonviolent consolations. I suspect that in the aggregate all this isn't enough, but it's where I am for now." - Teju Cole

Monday, March 11, 2019

"None of this is Happening."

This is from Neil Gaiman's "American Gods," I think it pretty much applies to everything. Right? Life and everything in it is just one grand metaphor, things signifying other things. You know, our lives are mysterious, encoded symbols pointing to other things...

"None of this can actually be happening. If it makes you more comfortable, you could simply think of it as a metaphor. Religions are, by definition metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you -- even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition. Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world. So none of this is happening." - N. Gaiman

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Let it Roll.

Entropy.

Order
to
disorder.

This is
the
grand theme.

Maybe
best to
go with the
flow.

Don't fight it.
Don't resist.

Let it roll out.

Saturday, March 09, 2019

Not in this World, Buddy...

If you are waiting for
every last evil-doer
to face the music
you will be waiting
a long time.

Not in this world, buddy.

That's part of the thing.

We watch really terrible
people, do terrible things,
and thrive.

They wear nice clothes
drive cool cars
earn lots of $$$
and lord it over
the common folk.

There are those who
walk over other people.
There are those who
are walked upon.

If you are one of those
who are walked upon,
maybe, remember,
it's not personal.

You just happen
to be in the way.

Move aside
let that evil-doer
do their thing.

That's not your
thing. Try
to carry on,
live
a better
life.

Those evil-doers
have to be them.
You don't.

That's your
best revenge.

Really.

Friday, March 08, 2019

Life a Series of Calamities!

One way to look at life
maybe
not the most edifying

life...

a series of mishaps
screw-ups
missed connections
dead-ends
broken promises
pipe-dreams
stubbed toes
brick walls
failures

one calamity
after another

little calamities
major calamities

it is surprising
when things
go right

the trick
the test
the reality

how do you deal
with so many
dry holes
without
losing your mind?

one way
just move on
always
move onward

drop the baggage
step lightly
focus on the moment
always the moment
this moment
then the next one
after that

Thursday, March 07, 2019

Premonitions & Precognition!

I don't know...

I have been thinking
about premonitions &
precognition lately.

I mean, it's funny.
Don't we all have
premonitions
all the time?

"a feeling that something,
esp. something unpleasant
is going to happen"

That pretty much happens
to me every day.
How about you?

And when I have those feelings
I am always rewarded
because something unpleasant
is always happening.

What about precognition?

"knowledge of a future event,
especially when this comes from 
a direct message to the mind
such as in a dream,
rather than by reason"

Yep. I have often
"received"
knowledge of events
thru dreams
and "direct messages."

Haven't you?

It's kind of like tuning into
a Pirate Radio Station.
A strange frequency from
another time & place.

I don't think I am unique.
And the "knowledge" isn't
all that helpful. Not all that
useful.

You see 
something coming,
you know something 
is happening
the knowledge 
overcomes you
you are clued in
in advance.

But knowing
something in advance
doesn't necessarily
mean you can do
anything about it.

Some things just happen
when they happen.

You are left with:
"I knew it!"

Wednesday, March 06, 2019

Who Wrote this Script?

Crazy-ass dreams.

You wonder who
wrote the script?
Who is the Director?
What's the point?

Good people
acting bad.

Friends acting
like enemies.

Dead people
coming back
to stir things up.

Everything a jumble:
poorly-paced
shaky camera-work
scenes out of order
no resolution
nonsensical.

This little movie
wouldn't make it
in Hollywood.

Not even suitable
for NetFlix.

I imagine my
head as some
disheveled,
abandoned
movie-palace.

Out of time.

Rats in the aisles,
trash under the seats
old 35 mm film
scarred,
pock-marked,
no one in the place
but me.

Tuesday, March 05, 2019

Why Talk About the Weather?

Why talk about the weather?
It just is
where you are
something to
endure.

So you go out
and the wind
cuts thru your body
freezes your face
so cold it burns
feels like a steel pike
drilled into your forehead.

That's freaking cold.
Really, really cold.
Not worth talking about.

I mean,
you may wonder
why do people live here?

Not sure. Still,
thinking of Spring.
I do believe it is
coming. I mean,
probably, right?

Monday, March 04, 2019

Energized & Inspired!

It's funny
some folks
when they listen
to Stephen Morrissey
and the Smiths
words like
melancholic and miserable
come to mind.

Those aren't my words.

When I listen to the Smiths

(for instance: "Louder than Bombs"
"The Queen is Dead," "Strangeways
Here We Come" & "Meat is Murder"
loaded into the CD 
carousel on random-play)

I hear melody, rhythm,
shimmering,
beautiful,
thrilling
intelligent
Johnny Marr
guitar wizardry
and
powerful
rock & roll.

Also uncommonly
brilliant lyrics,
perfectly composed
and delivered by
Mr. Morrissey.

Gorgeous music
gorgeous words.

Whenever I listen
to the Smiths,
I can't help it,
I wonder,
can great music
make you a better
person?

More intelligent?
More empathetic?

Who knows?!

I am deeply energized,
and inspired
by their music.

Works every time.

Sunday, March 03, 2019

"Spirit is Everything."

Spirit.

Some tell us it doesn't exist.
I woke up this morning
with this first thought,
"Spirit is everything."

I mean the spiritual life.
Not what you think.
A life of spirit.
Not a religion,
not a credo,
not a simple answer,
not a simple condition.

Still, spirit
is everything.

Or maybe I mean it
as a question:
Isn't spirit everything?

Even if we can't
put our finger on it,
don't really know
what it means,
can't capture it,
can't commodify it,
can't see it,
can't touch it.

We embody it,
or it embodies us.

It's a mystery.
It animates us.
It surrounds us.
It lights us up.

I think it's everything.
So much of everything,
it is invisible,
untouchable
unknowable.

What does it mean?
Who knows?
Spirit...

Saturday, March 02, 2019

Where is Hope?

Where is Hope?

the next breath
a new day
a smile
a helping hand
the sun on your brow
a beautiful melody
a glimmer in the eye
a gracious laugh
one simple act of kindness
right around the corner.

Fear and anger are
contagious.

Hope and love are
contagious too.

If we are going to
pass anything on
to the next person
try to
make it something
positive.

Hope...

it's right here
this heart,
this hand,
this head,
right here.

Friday, March 01, 2019

Crisis of Belief...

Yes, taking off from Neil Gaiman's "American Gods"...

Maybe the Old Gods
don't quite have
that secret Mojo anymore.

But our New American Gods
seem disappointing,
and pretty damn
hollow.

Gods Like:

Fame
Celebrity
$
Billionaires
TV
iPhone
Media
Bullies
World Wide Web
Tech Nerds
Fossil Fuels
Tabloids
Big Pharma
Gossip
Capitalism
Self-Made Men
Oxycontin
Fentanyl

Of course there are
still a few potent,
intoxicating Gods:

Sex
Drugs (the fun ones)
R&R

They are the backbone
of the catalog,
the Holy Grail.

But those Diehard Gods
often lead us to
bleak dead-ends:

Divorce
Rehab
Coldplay

We are in a Crisis
of Belief

Thursday, February 28, 2019

The Unraveling of a Presidency...

It is all like a weird deja vu for some of us who have been around for a long time. Yesterday was the first day of the unraveling of the Presidency. We watched it happen with Nixon, it is happening now with the Idiot. First day, first step. I expect things to accelerate in the coming months to warp-speed...


Wednesday, February 27, 2019

The Karma Train is Rolling...

"A Racist... A Conman... A Cheat." - M. Cohen

Someone is talking about someone we all know. Someone's long-time lawyer, fixer, go-fer is spilling the beans on his boss.

Some people say, "Oh yeah, well, you can't believe a word he says, he is a convicted liar." But then, think for one minute - this convicted liar was convicted for lying FOR the man's boss, the someone we all know.

The Karma Train is rolling down the track, gaining speed with every revelation.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

A Certain Gentleness!

How about a little of that Vince Lombardi 
Spiritual, Go-Go, Happy Talk?

If you cling to pain, anger, hate,
if that is what you
show to the world,
you will be shown
pain, anger & hate
in return.

If you match
anger with anger,
hate with hate,
pain with pain,
you will live & die
in a world
of anger, hate & pain.

The only way to heal
is to embrace
love, grace, compassion,
silence.

Best to try to
embrace & cultivate
a certain gentleness
with your self and
the world of other selves.

Not easy to do,
but essential.

It is difficult to show love
in the face of hate,
to show joy & good feeling,
in the face of pain & anger
but that is the only
good & healthy
way forward.

Monday, February 25, 2019

The Mask.

Try to rationalize
with an irrational person.

It can't be done.

Of course, we are all
a bit irrational, so it's not
a totally neat construction.

Rationality has its limits.
Don't you think?

As someone once said,
"Rationality is just another mask we wear."

A mask we put on to appear rational.

So when wearing the mask of rationality
it is nearly impossible to rationalize
with someone who is wearing the mask
of irrationality.

And, often,
when we rationalize,
we are trying to
rationalize what
can't be rationalized,
or
we are trying to digest
the indigestible,
or
we are trying to understand
the un-understandable.

Mask or no mask,
I mean,
It is a hard thing to do.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Down in the Valley.

Down in the valley
of emotion.

Death Valley.

Anger is an energy.
Costly.

It's a tool, a weapon.

A flash of anger
is a double-edged sword.

You can use anger to
match someone else.

Meet anger with anger.

But it also has consequences
internally.

That same anger works
on your internals.

Opens the door
to a certain Death Valley.

A desert.
A hard country.
Gnarly. Twisted.
A swirling whirlpool
of darkness.

A country not easily traveled.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Feeling Less...

We look to the skies.
On the look-out for gods.

We are stuck with
humans. Humans
everywhere.

There is the long, never-ending human stream.

I mean,
there must have been a beginning,
there will be an end.

But here in the middle of it all,
the stream of humans is strong.

How do I scare myself?
Not with thoughts of death.
No.

I scare myself with
thoughts of the cold, gob-smacking
immensities of Time & Space.

Time stretching backwards,
Time lurching forward.

Space,
infinitely expanding.

Breath-taking.

Makes me feel less than small,
less than insignificant.
Less than less.

Friday, February 22, 2019

New Gods.

Reading Neil Gaiman's "American Gods" now...

"Now as all of you have reason aplenty to discover for yourselves, there are new gods growing in America, clinging to growing knots of belief: gods of credit card and freeway, of internet and telephone, of radio and hospital, and television, gods of plastic and of neon. Proud gods, fat and foolish creatures, puffed up with their own newness and importance." - N. Gaiman, American Gods, 2001

Thursday, February 21, 2019

In the Dark...

Other realms.
I think they are
real.

I have
experienced
them.

I may be
wrong,
confused,
not understanding
clearly
what is happening
to me.

But this idea,
and sense
of other realms
once in awhile
bleeding into
this one
is strong.

I don't draw
any big
conclusions.

I don't know
what the rules
are, I don't know
what is happening
most of the time.

I'm not worried
about being a
human being just
feeling along
in the dark.

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Even the Bad Ones.

Someone on the radio
tells me
"every day is a good day."

That's a good one,
not always true
but good.

We all have bad days.
For instance when
someone we know dies.

Or pretty much when
anyone dies.

We know
every little death
counts.

Every death.

Hard to get our heads
around the prevalence of death.

It goes hand in hand with
life.

Hard to get used to.
But after a few decades
there is a bit of
a certain feeling of acceptance.

It dawns...

We all die.
It's not failure.
It's natural.

So there's another
weird thing
we live with.

We live with lots of
weird things.

It's the nature of life,
the nature of nature.

Every day is a good day.
Even the bad ones.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Everyone is Falling!

Over here
in the land
of ice & snow
we all fall down.

Everyone is falling
every step is an adventure.

1 day it rains.
1 day it freezes.
1 day it snows.

Ice is everywhere.
Deadly, invisible, ice.

That's winter in the midwest.

What happens when you fall?
You will fall.

Sometimes it's not catastrophic.
A bruise here. A strain there.
Pick yourself up.
You carry on.

Sometimes it is catastrophic.

Broken wrists,
broken arms,
broken legs.

Hospital waiting rooms are full.
Morphine drips for the pain.
Doctors are stretching limbs,
putting bones back in place.

3 people I know are walking around in plaster-casts.

You pray to avoid the catastrophe.
You wear the heavy boots of gravity.
You walk like a slow-footed zombie.

You count your steps, you count your blessings.

Your days are a long slow-motion slog.
You keep walking - one step, one step, etc.
You are always thinking of the thaw.

Monday, February 18, 2019

Truth is Our Life-Boat!

Truth.

We are truth-seekers.
Basically,
from an early age,
we, as children,
watched adults,
we listened to their
words, and then,
we watched their
actions.

We always saw
the truth, we always
knew the truth,
we were little
truth-detectors.

We always saw the lies.
We learned to lie too.

Lying was so adult.
That was part of
growing up.

Why lie? It's a strategy.
For living.
Lots of pretty lies
we tell to others
and ourselves.

We live in this adult
world of lying.

Still.

We thirst for the truth.
We seek the truth.
We grow tired of all the lying.

A confusing sea of lies.
Truth is sometimes the simple path.

We look to the truth-tellers.
They stand out like sore-thumbs.
Tiny life-boats in the churning sea.

Truth is our life-boat too.
Turns out we can stand the truth.
The truth really will set us free.
Clarity.

Sunday, February 17, 2019

The Wall is Fear.

The wall is fear.
Realized.
Materialized.

Love & compassion
erase borders & barriers.

Love & compassion
melt all walls.

No...
Take two...

The two above claims
are false, pretty lies...

Love & compassion re-wire our
brains. They are emotions that remake us.

Love & compassion are tools
that obliterate borders & walls
in our hearts and heads.

We then do the good, hard work
of erasing, melting, dismantling
re-purposing and destroying
barriers of all kinds.

Love & compassion
compel us to do the work,
they are not soft feelings/emotions,
they are steely, powerful,
warm, resilient. Essential.

Human.

We must cultivate
Love & compassion
in all ways.
Inside & out.

Demolish walls.

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Spinning a Tale...

Heaven.
Hell.
Limbo.
Purgatory.
God.
Angels.
Devil.
Saints.
Sinners.
Losers.
Winners.
Hope.
Justice.
Good.
Evil.
Peace.
War.
Despair.
Love.
Hate.
Sin.
Penance.
Indulgences.
Prayer.
Redemption.
Transcendence.
Haves.
Have Nots.
Past lives.
Future lives.
Etc.

Our little brains are quite over-activated. For good reason. How to make sense of the conditions we were all were born into? What kind of Universe is this? We spin a tale. And in the spinning we live our lives.

Friday, February 15, 2019

National Emergency in that Loud Fat Man's Brain!

The only "emergency" is in the Loud, Fat, Stupid One's head. His muddled, over-taxed brain cells are scrambling around, looking for some distant signal of intelligence. Nope. Not to be found in that sad, squishy, underperforming, underachieving, complete train-wreck, loser of a brain.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

What a Nice Wall!

You know the Loud Stupid One could tell all the other Stupid Ones rallying in their stupid Red Hats that the wall is built. It's done. It's in place on the border. You know, he built it. He commanded it to be built, and it is built. He commanded the Mexicans to build it with their little brown, bare hands, and they did it. Because of course, who could resist the Loud Stupid One?

Everyone knows that if the Loud Stupid One says it it so, it is so. If there is any evidence to the contrary it is of course Fake!

The wall...

It's big, it's beautiful. It keeps out all the people the Loud Stupid One wants to keep out. No undesirables, no poor people, no people of color. And it's totally impermeable. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. No drugs, no disease, no poor people stuff. And the Mexicans paid for it. It's on them. The Loud Stupid One won. He did it. Let's all praise the Loud Stupid One! Wow, what a nice wall!

Can we move on now?

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Accidental Nature.

We are all accidents. Happening. And waiting to happen.
Old churches scare me. Lone spire piercing the sky,
dirty walls, dumb bricks, heavy and worn, diminished
by souls passing thru. Too many generations to count.
The counting scares me. Numbers scare me. Numbed
by the endless stream of numbers.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

I Wonder. I Live in a State of Wonder.

I really don't know.

I wonder. I live in a state of wonder.

Are my feelings everything?
Are my feelings nothing?

Are my thoughts everything?
Are my thoughts nothing?

Are my actions everything?
Are my actions nothing?

Am I only the sum of my feelings, thoughts, actions?
Am I more than the sum my feelings, thoughts, actions?

What of spirit?
Is spirit everything/nothing?

What of soul?
Is soul everything/nothing?

What of the invisible connections to everything in the world? Everything? Nothing?

I wonder. I live in a state of wonder.

Monday, February 11, 2019

DIY - Rock and Roll!

Funny. 

I forgot to write a blog post yesterday. I was up late the previous night putting on a rock and roll show. Our band is so DIY. We do it all ourselves. For the show we brought and setup our own P.A. We brought in our own sound guy. We ran the cables, we set up the mics, we helped set the EQ levels, we attached the iPod loaded with all the tracks and artists in our iTunes music library for the pre-show, post-show and between acts times. We organized the acts, we put together two unique lineups of our band: two different rhythm sections, two violins, an additional guitar player. We reached out and got the other acts on the bill to join us. We brought refreshments and snacks. We helped arrange the stage and prepped the little storefront where the show took place. We chatted up the audience and did all the promoting to get folks to come out, we sold our cds, our t-shirts, collected the $. Passed the hat for donations too. It was a "sold-out" affair. Over-capacity. Stuffed to the gills. We actually had to turn some folks away. That never happened before. It was quite the extraordinary show. When it was over, we were the last to leave. Had to pack up the P.A. pick up the cables, take the stage setup apart and load it all out. DIY. It's empowering, but kind of exhausting too.

Saturday, February 09, 2019

Burn that Tabloid to the Ground!

You always knew it was just a trashy tabloid. Crazy-ass stories. Ridiculous gossip. Nosy and annoying. Always there at the check-out counter in every grocery or pharmacy you've ever been in. You kind of thought it was just stupid reading for stupid people. Noisy, annoying, but basically harmless.

Nope. Not really. As Jeff Bezos has revealed (see previous post), The National Enquirer's business model was/is blackmail! “The threats, the blackmail, that’s their business model,” one former National Enquirer staffer told The Daily Beast. All part of the fame & shame culture. It would not be a tragedy if this tabloid was burned to a crisp and relegated to the trash-heap!

Friday, February 08, 2019

Inquiring Minds Want to Know!

Wow. This is kind of an interesting story. You could not make it up.

The Richest Man in the World, Jeff Bezos, founder/owner of Amazon & the Washington Post just published a series of letters which seems to demonstrate that David Pecker (yes, that really is his last name), his legal team, and his scandal-sheet, The National Enquirer are trying to black-mail & extort him.

Lawyers for The National Enquirer seems to be implying they have series of photos, "dick pics," and other compromising photos of Bezos while he was carrying on an extramarital affair. Bezos is going thru a messy divorce, and well, someone, somehow got access to a trove of intimate photos online.

How to blowup a black-mail/extortion attempt? Go public with it, right? Damn the torpedoes. Not many people would be in position to do that, but Bezos is certainly uniquely positioned. He can go public and take the black-mailers on. This is an excellent example of "The Truth Will Set You Free!"

This story has legs. And major political ramifications.

Remember the Washington Post is in the midst of major investigations on our 45th President, a man who just happens to be one of Pecker's "friends." There are rumors that Pecker also has a trove of stories and photos about 45 too. You wonder if he is holding those over his good friend too?

There is also an on-going investigation into the death of the Washington Post journalist, Jamal Khashoggi, who was brutally murdered by Saudi Arabian agents in the Saudi Embassy in Turkey. Did Saudi intelligence hack Bezo's phone or iCloud and share those photos with the National Enquirer? Did anyone direct them to do it? Are there folks in America who directed the hack and blackmail attempt? You know folks in high-profile positions in power who are in conflict with Bezos and the Washington Post?

Inquiring Minds Want to Know!

Thursday, February 07, 2019

"We are but Blockheads!" - M. de M.

One of the best things about reading books? You get to see the world from other perspectives. New eyes. New brains. Other times. So happy to have recently "discovered" the philosopher Michel de Montaigne (1533 - 1592). He is the master of reminding us that we don't really know what we know, and we don't really know what we don't know.

"To learn that we have said or done a stupid thing is nothing, we must learn a more ample and important lesson: that we are but blockheads!"

AND...

"Our life consists partly in madness, partly in wisdom: whoever writes about it merely respectfully and by rule, leaves more than half of it behind."

Wednesday, February 06, 2019

Our Last Best Hope...

I didn't watch it, of course, why listen to a large, idiotic, always-blathering, no-nothing fat man?

I did catch this phrase on the radio this A.M...

"Ridiculous, Partisan Investigations..."

Some of us, of course, feel that those investigations are the last best hope for our reeling, beat-up, tattered little Democracy.

** A bit reminiscent of this moment in history: Richard Nixon's last SOTU in 1974.  "I believe the time has come to bring that investigation and the other investigations of the matter to an end. One year of Watergate is enough." - R. Nixon --- 7 months later he resigned in disgrace! 

Tuesday, February 05, 2019

Seen/Unseen!

The dichotomy to be seen, to be unseen.

Pop Culture & Capitalism try to make us believe that only what is seen, what can be viewed, touched, poked, prodded, purchased and consumed is real, (see previous post). Uncountable Wealth, Fame, Fortune, are promised to those who are seen by the most eyeballs.

This is a lie in our space, a lie in the public consciousness.

The unseen is just as real, just as important, most likely much more important to our lives and well-being. Think of all the unseen things, all the hard to envision, hard to grasp phenomena that make life worth living: Love, Grace, Compassion, Soul, Meditation, Prayer, Imagination, Day-Dreams, all that we feel, the endless thought-streams running thru our heads. The life of the Unseen offers a different path, away from the herd, away from all the needing, wanting, grasping of the teeming masses. There are also riches to be found in the Land of the Unseen: Peace of Mind. Clarity. Vision. Intuition. Humility. Creativity.

Some of us are lucky. We can easily find our way into a deep, welcoming solitude. We can be happy living in the world of the unseen. And when we do come out to face the world of the seen, we are careful about what we reveal, we are careful of what we choose to do, and who we choose to spend our time with. We have no problem saying No. Or saying Yes. But those decisions come from a deep calm center within.

There is something about having a Sacred Space, in your mind and body, which you can retreat to in a blink of an eye. Unseen.

Monday, February 04, 2019

A Grand Ritual Humiliation: Pop Culture's Finest Spectacle!

Superbowl #... whatever...


The game. What about the game? I actually enjoyed the game. It was a slog. A throwback. An existential defensive struggle; sputtering offenses battered around by excellent defensive schemes. It was sort of an old world NFL game, one that those ancient football beings Halas and Lombardi would recognize. The old world-style team beat the shiny, new-fangled team.

The rest of it?

The commercials and half-time show were a Complete Bleak Spectacle of Ineptness! Pop Culture eating itself. Feed everything into the Pop Culture Beast and watch it shit it all out in vivid technicolor. Somehow the ghost of MLK Jr was conjured up and worked into the spectacle. Just to sell shit. That is the point. Turn everything into shit, reprocess it, repackage it, and sell that same shit back to the teeming masses.

Then there was The Last Temptation of Adam Levine.  Whatever the man believed he was doing up onstage was not what was actually happening. It was a comic, horror-show of epic proportions. He kept undressing as the show went along. He finally stripped down and displayed a body full of tattoos.  Maybe it is his way of claiming his body for himself? He just looked like a confused human billboard of contradictory signifiers. Maybe he's serious, maybe he really is sincere, but it looked like Pop Culture has totally hollowed out, eviscerated and extracted this poor man's soul. A lost pilgrim, a hollow husk of a human, in search of the last remaining, misplaced cells of his integrity.

Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam once pointed out that when dealing with the demands of the masses, and the voracious Pop Culture Machine, one must learn it's often wise to say "No!" You don't actually have to take every gig, you don't have to pose for every camera, you don't need to expose yourself to every last eyeball. Sometimes the "No," will be your saving grace. No to this fiasco. Just No.

Did I really forget to mute one segment of commercials? Yes, I did. And I watched and listened to Bob Dylan's 60's Civil Rights Anthem "Blowing in the Wind," used to sell Budweiser beer. "How many roads must a man walk down..."

Yes, that is perfect. No, nothing is sacred, everything is infinitely consumable, everything is commodified, more product for the machine. That is the beauty and horror of Pop Culture. A Civil Rights Anthem one day, Cheesy Beer Commercial Theme Song the next. A Grand Ritual Humiliation. Pop Culture's finest spectacle!

Sunday, February 03, 2019

Step Lightly...

Well, it is probably best to step lightly. To figure much of the world, and our experience in it is arbitrary, random, subject to lots of noise. In fact, most of our lives consist of noise. We try to make sense out of experiences, we cull out the best bits and tell ourselves stories, but of course, our stories of our life aren't really our life. It's all much more complicated and complex, and confusing than we want to acknowledge. We think it's better to wrap up things in a nice, neat narrative. We want to simplify and emphasize the things that we cull out, but that process is already overblown and misses and leaves out so much. Think back to a day in your childhood. Can you recall every last detail? No. Silly question. Of course not. We tell a story. We leave out so much. Who knows, maybe accidentally we leave out the most important details, or maybe we just don't even know what details are important to include or leave out. Random. Arbitrary. One story out of an uncounted multitude of stories we could tell about ourselves, if only we knew.

Saturday, February 02, 2019

Aronofsky's Howl at the Moon!


Darren Aronofsky's "Mother!" is another bright, shiny, snarling beast of a movie (see previous post). Maybe it's the new film genre I'm into now? Bright, Shiny, Snarling Beasts! What is "Mother!?" Some call it a "psychological horror movie." Aronofsky calls it a "howl at the moon."

That's just perfect. Another movie about where we are right now on the planet. This one is a head-spinner. Totally compelling. Sucked us right in. Great performances from Jennifer Lawrence and Javier Bardem. What is it with the Human Beings? The needing, wanting, grasping? I mean, like totally, freaking, yikes!

Friday, February 01, 2019

Despair & Hope...


Yes. Paul Schrader's "First Reformed" is a bright, shiny, snarling beast of a movie. There are resounding, deafening echoes of Robert Bresson's "Diary of a Country Priest" and Martin Scorcese's (Shrader wrote the script) "Taxi Driver."

So yes. A major work. It's a hard slog. Stony. Difficult. Forces you step by step into a world of despair. Oh yes, it's our world today.  You may hate this movie. It is not light entertainment. I didn't hate it. I think it's brilliant. Bitter medicine. Essential.

The movie leaves one with essential, real world, of the moment questions: "How to live in the world today? How to see clearly? How to live honestly? How to live with both despair and hope in your head at all times?"

The answer I am left with? Do the hard, good work. Always, even if it sometimes feels impossible.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Enforced Freedom.

Enforced  Freedom. 

That's a contradiction. The Weather Gods dictated that it would be insanely cold yesterday. Everything was canceled. No appointments. Nowhere to go. We never left our warm little humble abode.

It was a strange bonus day. No plans. No worries. No guilt. The Weather Gods demanded we just unplug. We made the best of it. We read books, we watched movies, we streamed a bunch of travel shows to warmer climes with the great, recently departed, Anthony Bourdain.

It was a brilliant day. In every way. Crazy cold outside, warm and comfortable inside. We can probably blame this all on our Climate Catastrophe. Things will continue to get crazy hot and crazy cold. We are wreaking havoc on our ecosystem. So I guess we should all expect more of this "enforced freedom." Which in the bigger picture is really no freedom at all.

But this one day. It was delightful.

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Answering Machine...

It's insanely cold here in the Midwest. The radio tells me all-time record cold. So we are all hunkered in today. The plan is to stay in, amuse ourselves anyway we can.

I was just sipping coffee, randomly paging thru Jay Farrar's book "Falling Cars and Junkyard Dogs." There's a brief paragraph about one of his musical mentors Doug Sahm of the Sir Douglas Quintet leaving messages on Jay's answering machine. Jay kept those messages.

Made me think of my own answering machine in the late 90's and early 2000's. Filled with messages from my father, now long gone. I didn't keep those messages. Stupidly erased. It kills me that they are gone. The machine is gone now too. Don't even have a landline anymore. Time.

I recall long rambling messages. Monologues. Funny, insightful, ridiculous. My father was a fabulous talker, a great story-teller. I loved listening to his voice. Maybe those messages on the tape were some of the best moments. I mean, lots of our conversations were actually monologues. The tape gave him a free range. I just took those messages for granted, right? He'd fill the tapes. I'd erase them, knowing that he would fill them up again. I never thought of buying a box of tapes, keeping them all, like the precious cargo they actually really were.

Now. Just a fading memory in my head. Time.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Junun. Sound. Vision. Extraordinary.

Junun.



Searching for other things, I found this little buried treasure of a movie. One of my favorite directors, PT Anderson, made a documentary of the making of a record at Mehrangarh Fort in Rajasthan, India. A collaboration between the Israeli composer She Ben Tzur, Radiohead guitarist Jonny Greenwood and the Indian ensemble the Rajasthan Express. Music recorded and produced by longtime Radiohead producer Nigel Goodrich.



What to say? See it. It is beautiful. Extraordinary. Sound. Vision. Gorgeous. An extraordinary collaboration between an amazing collection of human beings in one of the most breath-taking places on earth. Some of the most glorious, stunning shots are filmed outside the fort, but the scenes in the music-room, with all of the musicians working together, is entrancing and inspiring. These unique human beings, in this unique place, making this unique sound. Fabulous.


Monday, January 28, 2019

Time Tripping with Sergio Leone!


What a great way to spend a wintry Sunday afternoon. I time-traveled to 1969's Sergio Leone movie, "Once Upon a Time in the West." 3 hours long. Maybe that's why, up to now, I've never seen this film. Check out Roger Ebert's review from '69 here.

What to add? 

The movie is a myth of a myth of a myth... you finally peel back the layers of the onion and you get down to Jack Elam's scowling mug; eyes drifting in two wildly off-kilter directions at once. This movie isn't from another time and place, it's a missile from another planet, another galaxy. Or really just a rumor of a rumored missile from a rumor of a distant galaxy. It's figment of an over-boiled imagination. A deep and captivating fever dream from an Italian eccentric exploring the mythical West first conjured up by John Ford, Howard Hawks & John Huston.

It's about Death. Basically. And dirt. And sun. Mountain. Desert. Cruelty. Bad blood. Revenge. Greed. Progress. Das Kapital. Human Beings in a hard reality. The men are basically all Killers. The One Woman in the West is a Whore and a Saint. Of course. Faces. Hands. Guns. Stony hearts. Human beings scrambling around in the dust. The Noble Ones suffer, and slave, without complaint.

Oh yeah, and it's about Death in another way too. This film is so old, most, if not all, of the folks you see on screen are long gone. Which gives the movie another level of profundity, and a specialness to it. A lost time. There is even more gravity and meaning watching these actors play their parts to the hilt, knowing they are now long dead and buried. Weird too.

Loved the over the top stylization. Loved the Ennio Morricone score: Jew's harps and whistling. The spaghetti-ist of Spaghetti Westerns. Loved those long lingering shots of faces: Jack Elam, Jason Robards, Charles Bronson, Henry Fonda. The craggy, burned-out, sweating, dirty faces themselves are like stony landscapes. Rock-faces. The camera just lingers, and lingers and lingers. Fonda plays the heaviest of heavies. He walks and talks with such menace and such grace. The blackest of blackhearts. I'm sure Fonda loved the role.

Funny. Trashy. Brilliant. Absorbing. It's got a weird, convoluted plot. It takes a bit of effort to track with it. Highly recommended!



Sunday, January 27, 2019

You Do Not Want to Be This Idiot in Chief!


What happens when the "strongman" stumbles, when the big, overstuffed Idiot in Chief suddenly appears weak, ineffective, ridiculous, over-matched, in over his head, above his pay-grade, defeated by an intelligent and effective Woman? What happens when the big tough-talking clown turns out to be a hollow pathetic wimp? How does it end for such a fool? Right now there are 17 investigations bearing down on this clown's administration. You do not want to trade places with this Idiot in Chief. Karma is a runaway train.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House, has Found the Dragon's Eggs!

Really? You mean to tell me that the Big Bad Bully got out-played by a Woman? 

Ha, ha, ha!

Best way to win against a Bully? As a wee lad, I learned, one sharp (and lucky) punch in the nose will do it. I mean, I am not advocating violence, but my own personal experience tells me that sometimes you have to stand up to the Bully terrorizing you; you have to call his bluff, especially if you are finally tired of having that Fat Little Kid knocking you to the ground, sitting on your chest, making you eat dirt. I remember one glorious, lucky punch that just accidentally landed on the Bully's nose. Blood flowed. Tears were shed, and that Bully never messed with me again. Almost seems like a Myth. But it really did happen. I know, I was there.

So yes, turns out Nancy Pelosi has found the Dragon's Eggs. And our Big Bad Bully Man Prez got his head handed to him. So, so sweet. And now, that the Bully is down licking his wounds, what does she do? She goes for the jugular...

First this: “In the face of 37 indictments, the President’s continued actions to undermine the Special Counsel investigation raise the questions: what does Putin have on the President, politically, personally or financially?” - Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House

And then this...


Friday, January 25, 2019

Death. The Big Enchilada!

Death is the Big Enchilada. Even if you don't eat Mexican food. Doesn't matter. Death.

I was talking to a friend yesterday. We are both advancing in the age thing. There is a point in your life, when it dawns on you that Death isn't just for other people. Nope. It's pretty much for everyone. Old, young, rich, poor. Whatever. Everyone.

We talked about how we each have different strategies for dealing with this unfortunate circumstance. My friend counts. He counts the days, the years. He banks $. He plans. He frets. He tries to think about how to prepare for the inevitable.

I take a totally different approach. I don't think about it. I mean, I have always been "death-haunted," but I work hard on pushing those kinds of thoughts out of my head. It's full time job just trying to not think about Death. I don't count days or years. I don't bank $. I don't plan. I don't fret. I do not think about how to prepare for the inevitable.

I try to live by the Wisdom of the Yogi: BE HERE NOW. There is an upside. I don't PANIC! The downside? I have no plan. None. I don't keep track of the years. I try to pretty much think about just about anything else. All the time.

Still that Big Enchilada is always looming out there. Think about it or not. Doesn't really matter.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Motion-Sickness on the Planet!

The earth is always spinning, right? We are on this little blue planet spinning in space. Weird, right? It's funny that we aren't always motion-sick. Or maybe we are, and we just don't even notice, because, well, it's always the case that we are spinning in the void, and we have, as a species, just adjusted accordingly.

Then again, sometimes human beings do spin out, right? And maybe we are entering that phase where human beings, as a species, are, you know, getting loopy, I mean, species-wide?! I think we are in that loopy phase right now. Maybe it's because we are globally connected and that never happened before, and we are tuned in to so much more information across the human spectrum. Never had that before either. And there are so many more of us than ever before. And resources are finite and beginning to dwindle, and the planet is heating up because of all the carbon dioxide we throw into the atmosphere is trapping the heat from the sun, creating a frying pan effect, and maybe we are starting to cook our brains and choking on the carbon dioxide too? Some of us are so damn afraid. Some of us are so damn hopeful. It's a mixed up ball of confusion, which is a crazy-ass recipe for adventure. But we are spinning. And spinning. I do believe that motion-sickness is seeping into our consciousness. That's a thing. Yes. I do believe.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Build a Wall Around the Idiot in Chief?!

Can we build a wall around the Idiot in Chief? Please? When Nixon resigned in the wake of Watergate his approval rating was at 22%. Come on America, the reckoning is coming! Let's get those disapproval numbers up, and those approval ratings down, we can do it!


Tuesday, January 22, 2019

A Worrying Problem!

You know, it's probably best to only worry about the things you can control. But, of course, it turns out, you really can't control anything. So maybe best not to worry about anything. Not easy to do, and not worrying sort of feels like an abdication of responsibility. So then, maybe instead, we all should worry about everything. Every. Last. Thing. That sounds exhausting. And probably impossible. There isn't enough worry in us to encompass the entire universe of things to worry about. So we worry along as best we can. And we worry that our worrying capability just doesn't quite measure up. Oh well. What's the worry?

Monday, January 21, 2019

MLK, Jeff & Brian

MLK Jr. ---

"Evil may so shape events that Caesar will occupy a palace and Christ a cross, but that same Christ arose and split history into A.D. and B.C., so that even the life of Caesar must be dated by his name. Yes, 'the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.' There is something in the universe which justifies William Cullen Bryant in saying, “Truth crushed to earth will rise again.”

Yes, one can hope. As Jeff Tweedy of Wilco puts it: "Where would we be without wishful thinking?"
Can we expect the Moral Universe to validate Dr. King's words? Sometimes it seems like we are just little cogs in a big wheel. That wheel keeps on turning. What was up is down, what was last is first. It just depends on the spin of the wheel. Time and Place.

Justice, Truth, Love. "Wouldn't it be nice?" - Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys

Sunday, January 20, 2019

"Thoughts of a Madman: Russian Agent, or Useful Idiot?!"

Is the world crazy, or is it me? Both? Have I fallen into some weird, conspiracy-minded madness? Has the Idiot in Chief driven me mad? Am I chasing shadows, inventing enemies, and bad actors who are working behind the scenes causing all the problems in the world?

What the hell is happening? What has happened to the country and all of the people in it? Are we all totally off the rails? Is all this in my head? Is everything actually fine? Is all of this chaos, madness, uncertainty some sort of delusion or hallucination?

Not sure. I have my doubts about the world, and myself too. Ok. Maybe I am crazy. But I was so happy to find this article, these words in print from Garrett Graff author of a biography of Robert Mueller III and a columnist in Wired Magazine...

"Trump Must Be A Russian Agent, the Alternative is Too Awful." - G. Graff

I may be mad, but it's good to see that someone else, someone seemingly more together, more sane, less distracted, than I am, who seems to be on the same thought-train, the thought-train that is driving me freaking nuts (emphasis added).

"THE PATTERN OF his pro-Putin, pro-Russia, anti-FBI, anti-intelligence community actions are so one-sided, and the lies and obfuscation surrounding every single Russian meeting and conversation are so consistent, that if this president isn’t actually hiding a massive conspiracy, it means the alternative is worse: America elected a chief executive so oblivious to geopolitics, so self-centered and personally insecure, so naturally predisposed to undermine democratic institutions and coddle authoritarians, and so terrible a manager and leader, that he cluelessly surrounded himself with crooks, grifters, and agents of foreign powers, compromising the national security of the US government and undermining 75 years of critical foreign alliances, just to satiate his own ego.

In short, we’ve reached a point in the Mueller probe where there are only two scenarios left: Either the president is compromised by the Russian government and has been working covertly to cooperate with Vladimir Putin after Russia helped win him the 2016 election—or Trump will go down in history as the world’s most famous “useful idiot,” as communists used to call those who could be co-opted to the cause without realizing it."

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Hold Your Horses!

Hold your horses, maybe it's too soon, a bit premature, to think of Cormier and Leopold as the new Woodward and Bernstein, and Buzzfeed as the new Washington Post (see previous post). I do not want to be a purveyor of fake news. Reports are confusing. And not really sure what's going on. I will leave up yesterday's post, just because, it reflects the confusing nature of our reality. It seemed well-sourced, But it appears that there is some dispute to the facts...

The real Washington Post reports that the Special Counsel denies details of the BuzzFeed report.

“BuzzFeed’s description of specific statements to the special counsel’s office, and characterization of documents and testimony obtained by this office, regarding Michael Cohen’s congressional testimony are not accurate,” said Peter Carr, a spokesman for Mueller.
What does it all mean? It may be that the "gist" of the story is correct, but some of the details about the evidence are not... we just don't know... maybe these BuzzFeed guys are a bit over their skis, but then again, once in awhile Woodward and Bernstein appeared to be well ahead of their story too, and in the end, their scoops and sources were proven to be journalistic gold. I surmise, we will find out the truth, about BuzzFeed, about the reporters, about their sources and about the Idiot in Chief and his henchmen, all the fabulously gory details, in due time. Stay tuned!

Friday, January 18, 2019

The Liar Lied to the Other Liar and they agreed to Lie to Everyone Else...

Turns out Jason Leopold and Anthony Cormier reporters for Buzz Feed News may be the Woodward and Bernstein of our era. You know, "the Idiot in Chief Era." That would make Buzz Feed the new Washington Post. These two reporters have really owned the Moscow Tower Project story.

They have a new major scoop (President Trump Directed His Attorney to Lie To Congress About the Moscow Tower Project), Posted on January 17, 2019, at 10:11 p.m. ET...

Remember that date and time. I am no law enforcement expert, or constitutional scholar, but I do know "suborning perjury" is a major no-no. Children of America, pay attention! Shocking, right? No, not really, it's not surprising, that the liar lied to the other liar and they agreed to lie to everyone else. Still it's starting to get a bit "Nixonian" for our Idiot in Chief.

According to Buzz Feed:

Mueller has the details -- "The special counsel’s office learned about Trump’s directive for Cohen to lie to Congress through interviews with multiple witnesses from the Trump Org and internal company emails, text messages, and a cache of other documents."

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Everything is Fragile!

We live in the material world. Sometimes we think that material is solid. Really, everything is in flux, everything is fluid, everything can fall apart, morph, change, in an instant. Even solids aren't really solid. Everything is fragile. Probably best to keep that in mind. Always. Everything is fragile, and can fall apart at any moment. It's a weird way to think. But probably helps when things really do blow apart on us.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Get Your Head Together!

Oh well. 

Sometimes it pays to tune out the world. Tune out the madness, the noise, the toil & trouble, the hurly-burly. Tend to your garden. Get your head together. Gather your strength and resources. Take a break. Times like these, I like to sink into the music of Sigur Ros. Symphonic, chamber pop/rock. I mean, since music really is my life, I always need a soundtrack, no matter what I am doing. If I need deep, profound, exhilarating, and meditative music, nothing better, soothing, stimulating, engulfing, enrapturing than the sounds from that Icelandic band. So, yes, I sink in deep, then, of course, I get myself ready to face another day.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Garbage In, Garbage Out...

He mainly (only?) eats fast food...

Maybe that explains it all? As they say, you are what you eat. Sometimes a photo truly is priceless. Honest Abe looming above a very unhealthy human, standing in front of a table of lots of really shitty food... words are inadequate... I mean, why does this make me think of Kubrick's "The Shining?"


Monday, January 14, 2019

One of the Greatest Mistakes in the History of Fatal Mistakes!

Carl Berstein, Political Analyst, Journalistic Hero: “This is about the most serious counterintelligence people we have in the US government saying, ‘Oh my god, the President’s words and actions lead us to conclude that somehow he has become a witting, unwitting or half-witting pawn...to Vladimir Putin.'”

Sympathy for this President? Sympathy for the devil? Nope.

No sympathy for this particular devil. It's not because he's colossally ignorant. It's not because he's a bloated, hollow husk of a human being and a shitty salesman to boot. It's not because he's an epic blowhard, a pathological liar, a clueless, tasteless, no-nothing. It's not because he's a coward and a phony, a wanna be strongman hiding behind his gaudy facade of Dictator kitsch, sticking his stupid name on everything. It's not his lifetime of corruption, money-laundering, his mobbed-up real estate empire. It's not because he inherited his wealth from his daddy.

All of that could probably be overlooked. I mean who cares?

No, there's no sympathy for this particular devil because of his stone-cold racism, his white supremacy, his race-baiting, his deep in-grained misogyny. His casual and constant degradation of other human beings: women, African Americans, Mexicans, brown and black people around the world. And of course his degradation of our Laws, our Constitution, our Norms, our Democratic system.

No sympathy because he fucked with all of us, probably initially as a misguided, ridiculous brand-building exercise. And kicked into gear by his deep hatred for the first African American President in American History.

No, no sympathy for this wreck of a human being. He isn't an evil genius. He's an idiot who blundered into a hilariously bad situation that went seriously off the rails. Running for President?  Accepting the nomination? Accidentally winning?

Stupidity in Spades.

All the time he was fucking with us, he was also playing patty cakes with a murderous strongman from a hostile foreign country. That was playing with fire. That was a fatal fucking mistake. One of the greatest mistakes in the history of fatal mistakes. Now, he's in a vise. Caught between the Law Man and the murderous, Oil-Can, Autocratic, wanna-be Dictator. And it's all gonna come out. The betrayal of his country for $. Such a cheap, tawdry, treasonous-flavored treat. What a completely odious and toxic fool. Let it come down!

Sunday, January 13, 2019

The Obvious Questions.

Yes, the damning stories keep coming. Maybe the most damning yet, in a long list of the damned... the questions basically answer themselves... there are no good, rational, or innocent explanations. Why would the President hide and destroy records of his conversations with Putin? What exactly did they talk about? What is he hiding from his W.H aides, his lawyers & the American People? Inquiring Minds want to know!

Additional Leading Questions:

"So when exactly did you become a Russian Dupe & Asset?"

How does it feel to sell out your country for $?

Do you consider yourself a chump or a traitor?

What the fuck were you thinking?

Did you really think you were gonna get away with it?

Are you sleeping well?

Do you like wearing orange jumpsuits?

Make America Great Again? Come on, really?

Let me make things clear, he knows, that they know, that he knows, that they know, what he did, and it was a very, very bad thing... let it come down...


Saturday, January 12, 2019

Painfully, Blindingly, Ridiculously Obvious for a Long Time Now.

NYTimes reports: 

F.B.I. Opened Inquiry Into Whether Trump Was Secretly Working on Behalf of Russia


Right. This has been painfully, blindingly, ridiculously obvious for a long time now. I mean, no shite Sherlock. The 45th President of the United States has been working for Russia, either willingly or unwillingly since before he took office.

It's been an "open secret." Almost seems too crazy, too improbable, too brazen, too ridiculous, but there it is... wonder what happens now?

This man sold his country out. He betrayed good old USA. Once it dawns on everyone what really happened, well, betraying your country... we aren't all going to take kindly to that are we? That isn't gonna sit well... I say let the Law & Justice come down. With extreme prejudice!

Friday, January 11, 2019

Know Your History, Know Yourself.

Leaders. Right? If you are to choose a leader, be sure to choose wisely (see previous post). Leaders can lead us over a cliff. Or into a wall, or into an oven, or an unmarked grave. Just brush up on your history. It's amazing how gullible people are, how willing they are to commit atrocities, just to show they are good followers, just to please the leader. Folks in the mode of following are quick to give up any sense of morality, any sense of humanity, or individuality. There is something about us human beings, maybe we are essentially herd animals, or hierarchical creatures? Why are we so willing to give it up to a leader? Some of seem to want a Big Daddy. Big Monkey Man. A Strongman. It's a flaw. A problem. Know your history. Know yourself.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

A Leader, With No Followers!

"Don’t follow leaders Watch the parkin’ meters..." - Bob Dylan

Yes. I have incorporated that line into my own personal code for most of my life. I don't really want to be a follower. I am not looking for a leader to follow. I pay the meter when I have to, I don't try to draw any attention from the "powers that be."

I prefer to be my own leader, a leader with with no followers, ok, maybe a leader with one follower. Me. It's a lonely road, but I'm okay with being alone.

"If my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guilotine..." - Bob Dylan

I am interested in the idea of leaders. I think of folks who lead by example. Usually they have suffered at the hands of some injustice, or indignity, and have carried on with grace and courage, or maybe they have always just been gifted with grace and courage and have no problem standing alone. There are very few folks who could qualify. I think of Nelson Mandela, Desmond Tutu, Martin Luther King Jr, Gandhi, Dorothy Day, Cesar Chavez, Thomas Merton, Ho Chi Minh, Dali Lama.

I mean, there are plenty of folks who we never hear of that show these qualities. The common decent folk. I know they are out there somewhere. I look for wisdom and courage where I can. Mostly, human beings are pretty much a disappointment. So many of us come up short. I mean, hell, it's okay, it's only life, it's a struggle! But we should struggle. Fight our worst instincts, and listen to our better angels. That's an idea!

Wednesday, January 09, 2019

It's Not Often You Get to Express the Zeitgeist of Our Times!

Yes, my band and I are big fans of the author, poet and professor, Liam Heneghan and his extraordinary book, Beasts at Bedtime... brilliant, mind-expanding, essential reading. I wrote about my impressions of his book in this post. We were delighted when Liam agreed to listen to our new album "The Alternate Boot: Vols 1&2" and to share his impressions and insights...

https://whitewolfsonicprincess.com/new-music/

whitewolfsonicprincess: The Alternate Boot: Vols. 1&2: An Album that Expresses the Zeitgeist of our Times

There is a tension—anxious and beautiful—at the heart of “The Alternate Boot Vols. 1&2” (The 2-CD version of the album available 01.08.19 on Bandcamp!), whitewolfsonicprincess’ new album that is hard, at first, to put your finger on.

On the one hand, the lyrics of several of the songs manifest our apprehensive times. For example, “There’s a sadness in the world/there’s a madness in the world/is no bottom to the well/is no answer you can tell” are the opening lines of Sadness In The World (Hayden/Moeller). Thematically, the roster of songs in this double album runs the gamut from pure fun (Surfer Boy From Illinois), spiritual reflection (So Clear), and love, desire, and reminisces are scattered throughout like jewels on a pathway, but it’s the somber tones that line the route.

Other examples: “The fear is big, my beauty fast and fading…” (I Close My Eyes), “Tell me about that Morning Dove/How the Darkness Bleeds into the Light” (in Your Shining Eyes, a shimmering standout track). Vol. 2 closes on this somber tone with Carla Hayden singing “Sometimes the light turns into shadows/Even angels can’t hide the face of fear” (Hand Of Grace). Undoubtedly, sober reflection and an acknowledgment of our fearful times are part of the role of artists in vertiginous times. Thus, the sensibility of this album is poetic and responsible.

For all of that, one rarely attends to art as an act of duty. So why despite the ostensible glumness of theme is this album so listenenable… (and I have had it on repeat for several days now)? After these repeated listens, I suspect that what “The Alternate Boot Vols. 1&2” has achieved is to put its lyrical and honest arc of truth-telling into fruitful at times tense conversation with music that is so driving, surging, muscular and vivacious that these songs become magnetic and unforgettable.

The Alternate Boot performs the small miracle of both calling out our times while raising us up. It is hard to come away from this music without feeling emboldened and up to the task of both resisting, and just as importantly, of living gracefully. The album is at its surging best on the previously mentioned Your Shining Eyes, as well as Dance a Wave, So Clear, the psychedelically tinged Hand in Hand, and the swelling and heaving Brown Eyes.

I have been a fan of whitewolfsonicprincess since I first saw them perform an intimate gig in Evanston, IL a decade or so ago. But this new offering is undeniably special. The album will have all the elements that fans expect from this band: it is lyrically interesting rock-and-roll, but this is something delicious and not to be missed. – Liam Heneghan



Liam Heneghan – Author of “Beasts at Bedtime,” Professor of Environmental Science and Studies at De Paul University. He is a Dubliner, an occasional poet, and a father of two grown children.

Tuesday, January 08, 2019

"The Alternate Boot: Vols. 1&2" is Here!

Hello Universe...


whitewolfsonicprincess' new album, "The Alternate Boot: Vols. 1&2" releases today on all digital music platforms including: Spotify, Apple Music, Google Play, etc. But we really, really encourage you to consider buying the 2-CD version of the album via Bandcamp - cool packaging, an 8 page booklet with lyrics and production notes, AND high-quality digital downloads and unlimited streaming included for $15.00. It's a fantastic deal! If you prefer living in the material world of bricks and mortar, be sure to visit Vintage Vinyl in Evanston our CD is in stock now!

We want to share the first review of our new album. It comes from an extraordinary Writer, & Poet, Liam Heneghan, Professor of Environmental Science & Author of the beautiful & amazing book  "Beasts at Bedtime."  It is so gratifying and humbling to read his words. He writes with deep knowledge, and pure poetic insight:

"... Music that is so driving, surging, muscular and vivacious that these songs become magnetic and unforgettable." - Liam Heneghan

Fire up your stereo systems, put your headphones on "The Alternate Boot" is here!

Also check out Pat Mcdonald's interview & profile of the band over at HollywoodChicago.com 

"To travel with whitewolfsonicprincess in “The Alternate Boot” is to float in a dream and destiny of magical thinking, ethereal musicality and images of promise… and we all arrive together." - Patrick McDonald

Monday, January 07, 2019

It's A "No-Brainer!

David Leonhardt of the NYTimes spends a bit more time and effort, and devotes more words to the "Impeach the Motherfucker" idea, than I. What a capital idea!

Everyone with a handful of working brain cells can see that this man is not qualified to be President. He should be in jail. No doubt. How many ways is this dude corrupt? You will run out of fingers when you try to count.

From Leonhardt:

"Consider the following descriptions of Trump: “terribly unfit;” “erratic;” “reckless;” “impetuous;” “unstable;” “a pathological liar;” “dangerous to a democracy;” a concern to “anyone who cares about our nation.” Every one of these descriptions comes from a Republican member of Congress or of Trump’s own administration.

They know. They know he is unfit for office. They do not need to be persuaded of the truth. They need to be persuaded to act on it."

Sunday, January 06, 2019

Let's Make America Equitable Again!

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is creating quite the exciting storm, the new house member from New York is a darling of the left. I am energized by her energy!

She is floating the idea of setting the top marginal tax rate at 70%. This seems so necessary. It is refreshing that someone is pushing this idea. She would use the revenue stream to drastically curb America's carbon dioxide emissions.

This is just common sense. The wealthy, a small portion of the ultra-rich, should pay their fair share to help keep America strong, and to address our greatest existential crisis. It's not a ridiculous idea. It is not crazy or onerous. Don't let those rich folks confuse you with jibber-jabber.

Remember the ultra-rich benefit greatly from living in America. They would not be ultra-rich if it wasn't for the rest of us. Our schools, our roads, our police departments, our fire brigades, our well-financed military, our consumers, our workers. Our blood, sweat & tears.

In earlier times the ultra-rich were taxed at a much higher rate: "Under Eisenhower, the top earners paid a 91 percent marginal rate, falling to Ocasio-Cortez’s proposed 70 percent under Kennedy and Johnson..."

Yeah. Eisenhower. Not exactly a socialist icon. Come on America, wake up! It is past due time that the ultra-rich ponied up. Let's make America equitable again!

Saturday, January 05, 2019

Yep. Of Course.

"We are going to impeach the motherfucker..." Rep. Rashida Tlaib of Michigan

Hah. Maybe it's a bit impolite, but I think Rashida is just saying out loud what most of us Democrats hope and expect. Of course, let's have Mueller finish his work, let's see the list of indictments, the list of co-conspirators, the catalog of unconstitutional acts. Let's see all of the "high crimes and misdemeanors" detailed in stark black and white print. It is so obvious that is where this is all headed. It's been clear for a long time that we have a Russian-backed Stooge in the White House. Let's get the truth out into the light of day... AND THEN... let's impeach the motherfucker!

P.S. Of course, not to be remiss, as Rashida points out, we already have a list of particulars now, even before Mueller lowers the boom, that make a great case for impeachment RIGHT NOW!


Friday, January 04, 2019

No Walls.

Walls. Let me just say this about walls: I am against them. Everything I love about this country is intimately related to the idea that we don't have walls. We don't try to keep people out. Instead, we are that unique country that welcomes people from all over the world to come to our shores, to try to make a life here. Just check out the best places: New York, Chicago, L.A., San Francisco, Austin. They are all thriving, seething, over-stuffed melting pots. That's the great American experiment. And it's beautiful, wonderful, something to celebrate.

Thursday, January 03, 2019

Sometimes You Just Do the Day.

January in the Midwest - darkness to darkness. Daylight hours are short. You wake up in darkness, there are brief periods of light, or periods of illuminated gloom, and then darkness descends before dinner time. It's hard not to reflect the weather. It's hard not to absorb the darkness. If you are a sensitive type, and who isn't, you can't help resembling the day. It must be like that the world over, right?

Why do we choose to live in a place like this? Probably born here, and then you just don't travel too far from the places of your ancestors, or you meet someone who has ties here too. And then there's random circumstance, you didn't get that one job on the coast, and you got one closer to home, and you made the decision, after the decision was made for you, that this is your home. There's a point where you think you belong here. Even though the sense of belonging is thinner than an invisible string.

So no good explanation. You are here.

And you reflect the days. And maybe they reflect you. What is outside is inside too. And the other way around too. Dark days. Sunny Days. Whatever. There is a darkness in you too. An illuminated gloom too. Waiting, expecting sunnier days. Longer days. Warmer days. But dealing with the day at hand. That's the trick. Sometimes you just do the day.

Wednesday, January 02, 2019

Burning Question...

"Once upon a time, in a land far away..."

You wonder how the story ends...

Did Love, Brotherhood, Poetry, Art, Beauty, the Connectedness of All Things, a Universal Mind, an Ethic of Responsibility, Empathy & Compassion, Human Beings working together towards a Better Day and A Brighter Future, where Heart, Intelligence & Grace were traits valued above all others, rule the day?

Or...

Did those death-seeking, money-grubbing, greedy, sleazy, small-minded, power-hungry, racists & Fascists  who excel at dividing the people into warring tribes, take over the show world-wide, and continue to burn the whole freaking planet to a crisp?

Inquiring Minds want to know.

Tuesday, January 01, 2019

I'm Bad with Numbers.

First morning of 2019.

I'm not big on numbers. Actually, I'm bad with numbers. I'm so happy calculators were invented. Math is not my thing. I really, really stumbled in school when we got to Algebra and Geometry. Seemed like another language where I just could not find my footing. Also, of course, I am the kind of human being who really doesn't want to do what I don't want to do. I have always had problems applying myself to things I don't want to apply myself to.

The flip-side to that, I really love to do what I love to do. And early on in my life I did find things I loved to do: kicking around alone in the world, in my head, reading books, playing guitar, writing things down on paper. I love the world of words, images, ideas. I love the world of music, the songs, the melodies, the harmonies, the great music, the great bands, the great artists, those human beings who have done the good work.

My life continues to unspool. Still running out that string. Not sure how long it goes. Still trying to figure things out. It seems like an ever-continuing saga: who am I, why am I here, what's going on, what have I done, what will I do? Is there some higher purpose or meaning that I'm missing? Is it like Algebra or Geometry? Some other language I should know that would help me navigate this strange and forbidding world?

It's welcoming too, right? Sometimes you just want to embrace the day. Breathe in the air, hold the sun and moon in your arms. 2019. Another year. A number. I'm bad with numbers. But life, I'm trying to get the hang of it. It keeps changing, morphing, growing, unspooling before me. That's the thing, right?! Happy New Year!

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