Tuesday, November 01, 2016
This Mike Pence "we won the peace" narrative is like that bogus Nazi "stabbed in the back" shit after WW1. Radical Sunni fuckos and radical Shiite fuckos attacked each other and our military at the same time... while we were going after both of them at the same time. Christians were being annihilated and innocent Sunni and innocent Shia were being annihilated while we were right there in the middle of it. Our army can hold any piece of ground but we can't hold every street in every village, city or desert. Our military can be top dog in any given place at any given time but we can't be everywhere always. Our military is not G-d. And I'm enraged by armchair generals who don't understand the strategic use and limitations of military force as a problem-solver.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
From the standpoint of youth, the shenanigans of midlife crises might seem futile or pathetic. Turns out it's easier to engage in the corrupt recreational pursuits with money. Looking backwards, it's the broke-ass and hungry youthful bohemian that's futile and pathetic. Stand up straight and get a respectable haircut or starve and die, son. Unless you're Mikey. WARNING: PROFESSIONAL STUNTMAN. Do not attempt to be Mikey in your own life.
Be that as it may, those of us who indulged in the Emporer Has No Clothes noise making tantrums of the '80s and '90s and beyond in shabby underground venues such as the Lost Cross House are at it once again. Another round of middle aged rockers blasting out what little remains of our ability to perceive sound... joined by those crazy younger sad sacks who have been carrying the torch while we changed diapers... or actually simultaneously carrying the torch and changing diapers themselves, being younger and able to do both.
In short, generations of noise makers are coming together to celebrate 30 years of shows at Lost Cross House. The corrupt youth have been violating noise ordinances for so long, it has become quasi-respectable. Like Otis the town drunk of Mayberry, punk rock in Carbondale has its own key to the city jail and the punkers dutifully check themselves in and out as the situation requires.
This is taking place in C-dale, consult word of mouth, fliers, or Facebook for more details.
Here's Patrick's lovely photos of the Lost Cross House 25th and 30th Anniversary Reunion.
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Now that BUZZBOOK is a thing and new Over The Top podcasts are on the way, I’m cleaning out the vaults and unloading a backlog of unpublished videos and microblogs. Here’s one from last summer that I totally forgot about…
Tourists in our own city
Tourists in our own city