Still looking for it...

America changed the clash... An interesting love/hate relationship for sure... Being so english...
anyway...

I'm wondering if the late 70s and early 80s were as exciting as they look on television or sound on records...
I don't know if people were more bored and frustrated back then or if it was that punk just rewrote the rules or that record companies were still willing to give bands money to try and do something exciting or whatever... It seems to me that music from this time sounds new... like uncharted territory... people must have been psyched...

but like, when this came out had anyone heard anything like it before?



I dunno...

not too much new music excites me... most of the stuff that does sounds old... like it could have been made in another time... when shit was still real...
Is my affinity for this music based partly on the fact that it was made in a different time under a different set of circumstances and different rules? Is this part of some escapist, false reality I immerse myself in to medicate my dissatisfaction with my life and the current state of the universe I know?
I dunno...

I mean, reality is still reality... back then the world portrayed by the media was very thin... now we have this and everyone's story can be heard which is good, but it's also like... maybe too much?
too much information...
everything is equally important...
nothing is real.
it's awesome and it's really fucking with me at the same time...

What kindof society will we have when people never knew a world without the internet?
where little is tangible and everything is an abstract...

it's everything you want at your fingertips but none of it is real...
and you're never satisfied because there's always more...

Do I feel like everything's been done because it has and I don't have to try too hard to find out about it?
Is that the other side of having access to so much information? Is it making art lazy or forcing people to try harder? kindof hard to tell...

Even my questioning it is totally cliched...
But I suppose there can't be a definitive answer... so...
whatever...
fuck it.
; )

Holy Shit (Old Friends Make Great Music) Social Circkle In TX

Faith / Void

This record is pretty amazing... Did not know there was a video. ; )
(ps. there are a few more on youtube as well... wishing I could get the whole show, but I'm a bit broke...)
anyway, enjoy this...



Notice alec mackaye's insane faces between sentences, the crowd's wild energy and john from void jumping around... I bet that show was fucking intense...

I just met her?

This is the first flipper song I'd ever heard back in the day on this comp. tape from the first 10 years of ROIR records... I heard a few great bands for the first time when I listened to that tape...
here's another:



and another...


hell yeah...

Rollins poetry tuesday.

"The summer had fully unfolded. It stretched out full-length and pressed it's smooth muscles against mine. The air was thick. It surrounded me like invisible prison bars. Every night was dedicated to delirium, dreams of confusion and confinement. I walked in and out of steaming jungles. I would rest in damp, cool shade. Sometimes I thought I would not be able to get up because the rest would make my bones ache so bad. There was a constant din in my ears. A world of sane, soulless pigs surrounded me. Sounded like a war. In this madness I found a quiet place. A place where I could hear my breath. The quiet place. Silent sun. Heavy air. Shimmering jewel eyed woman in my brain. No confinement. An infinite pass. Insane beauty. I thought if I made a sound the whole thing would collapse right down on top of me. I guarded the quiet place. I kept it clean, I told no one about it. Even now, the directions to the place stay with me. I've been thinking about that place a lot these days."
uhhh... oh yeah...

Fuck What Ya Heard.

Minutmen Poetry Monday (on Tuesday. Fuck it)

LIFE IS A REHEARSAL

Sometimes with people I think I've seen movies to run off the edges.

Subset of history

,
I lose my identity, start bumming at parties.

Prop up their tents with one piece of rope from a curtain inside me.

Purging reform would admit that you fail,
start bumming at parties.

Chasing a reason, refusing to reason by listening to reason.

Chasing a reason, refusing to reason by listening to reason

Nasty.