CAVLDRON 2WENTY 1NE <> COME, CLEANSING DEATH.
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Gallows Pole by Led Zeppelin from III ]
Oh wow, the last thing I wrote of any substance was nearly a month ago. Well, twenty days, at least. Soon after that date, my iPod took a dump, and when that happens, I get prompted to record at least one new tune and delete a lot of old shit in favor of the new.
So Ive really been running myself ragged, and it hasnt been healthy. But once again, one more time, Im done now, and it feels worth it, in a way.
I dont have any idols, thats for sure. Any musicians that are lucky enough to be able to turn their creative impulses into a living dont prompt a single second thought of obligation on my behalf.
Which is why I think the Flaming Lips recent Hyundai commercial is so fucking ridiculous. Man, to think I used to have a tremendous amount of respect for (Lips frontman) Wayne Coyne. Now hes fucking selling cars. And therefore, instead of respect for the guy, Im thinking he should probably just off himself and get it over with.
Wayne Coyne, car salesman. Fucking jerk-off. I directly quote Bill Hicks, when I write,
Any performer that ever sells a product on television is now, and forever, and for all eternity removed from the artistic world.
I dont care if you shit Mona Lisas out of your ass on cue. Youve made your fucking choice. [And its a pathetic one.]
If youre an independent artist and you decide its ok for anyone hocking anything besides a film, album, or an artists gallery to use one of your tunes in an ad, then just know that you can expect no further support whatsoever from me.
Youve sold out, and at that point, it truly doesnt matter to me whether you live or die. I will enjoy being your enemy. In fact, I will take comfort in it.
I mean, its good to have enemies, you know? Its exciting, fresh, keeps things interesting. Violent confrontation brings renewed spirit, and fresh blood, often literally. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. That sorta thing.
We cant all live in peace. Imagine the horrifying stagnation of such an arrangement. Conflict is the lifeblood of true change. I mean, just ask Robespierre. If youre not with us, then you are, by definition, against us. Only the friends of the revolution will be honored and saved. And...
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Spanish philosopher, essayist, poet and novelist George Santayana said that. (Dont you believe it was Plato, despite the fact that the opening frames of Black Hawk Down would have you think otherwise.) Same dude, in fact, who remarked that Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. Does anyone remember how infinitely ironic it was that there was a plaque with those exact words behind Jim Jones pulpit during the Peoples Temple mass suicide of November 18, 1978?
Almost one thousand people committed suicide on that day because one man told them they had to. How blind do you have to be, exactly?
. . .
Anyway, Ive always loved the original cover of Stephen Kings The Stand, with the force of darkness, scythe in hand, prancing in his delight of responsibility in carrying out his mission to cleanse the world.
This, we now know: that in darkness, there is light. -- Y
[ Also playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Golden Dawn by Ministry from The Land Of Rape And Honey ]
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Gallows Pole by Led Zeppelin from III ]
Oh wow, the last thing I wrote of any substance was nearly a month ago. Well, twenty days, at least. Soon after that date, my iPod took a dump, and when that happens, I get prompted to record at least one new tune and delete a lot of old shit in favor of the new.
So Ive really been running myself ragged, and it hasnt been healthy. But once again, one more time, Im done now, and it feels worth it, in a way.
I dont have any idols, thats for sure. Any musicians that are lucky enough to be able to turn their creative impulses into a living dont prompt a single second thought of obligation on my behalf.
Which is why I think the Flaming Lips recent Hyundai commercial is so fucking ridiculous. Man, to think I used to have a tremendous amount of respect for (Lips frontman) Wayne Coyne. Now hes fucking selling cars. And therefore, instead of respect for the guy, Im thinking he should probably just off himself and get it over with.
Wayne Coyne, car salesman. Fucking jerk-off. I directly quote Bill Hicks, when I write,
Any performer that ever sells a product on television is now, and forever, and for all eternity removed from the artistic world.
I dont care if you shit Mona Lisas out of your ass on cue. Youve made your fucking choice. [And its a pathetic one.]
If youre an independent artist and you decide its ok for anyone hocking anything besides a film, album, or an artists gallery to use one of your tunes in an ad, then just know that you can expect no further support whatsoever from me.
Youve sold out, and at that point, it truly doesnt matter to me whether you live or die. I will enjoy being your enemy. In fact, I will take comfort in it.
I mean, its good to have enemies, you know? Its exciting, fresh, keeps things interesting. Violent confrontation brings renewed spirit, and fresh blood, often literally. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. That sorta thing.
We cant all live in peace. Imagine the horrifying stagnation of such an arrangement. Conflict is the lifeblood of true change. I mean, just ask Robespierre. If youre not with us, then you are, by definition, against us. Only the friends of the revolution will be honored and saved. And...
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Spanish philosopher, essayist, poet and novelist George Santayana said that. (Dont you believe it was Plato, despite the fact that the opening frames of Black Hawk Down would have you think otherwise.) Same dude, in fact, who remarked that Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. Does anyone remember how infinitely ironic it was that there was a plaque with those exact words behind Jim Jones pulpit during the Peoples Temple mass suicide of November 18, 1978?
Almost one thousand people committed suicide on that day because one man told them they had to. How blind do you have to be, exactly?
. . .
Anyway, Ive always loved the original cover of Stephen Kings The Stand, with the force of darkness, scythe in hand, prancing in his delight of responsibility in carrying out his mission to cleanse the world.
This, we now know: that in darkness, there is light. -- Y
[ Also playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Golden Dawn by Ministry from The Land Of Rape And Honey ]