As ugly as the sea monsters were both on the outside and inside (what’re ya gonna do when you’re a sea monster and of course, except for Sigmund…the innocence of youth, huh), I find that humanity can go far far beyond anything a mean old sea monster could even conjure up. I’ve been ugly beyond measure, maybe you have too (maybe you still are…I don’t fucking know you), perhaps human beings are the only animals that do things just to be a dick. On a mountain in the plains of NoWhere Kansas, God handed down to me a bunch of rules, and the one rule to rule them all is “Try not to be a dick.” Notice he/she chose the word “try.” In my convoluted faith, there is no original sin and certainly no incestuous first family where we blame the first sin on the Mom (the one who has to suffer beyond measure to bring each and every one of us rotten bastards into the world). In fact sin in the bible means, in kinda of a cool way, “incomplete.” There is good and bad in human nature, in fact when you think about it good and evil are human constructs, they only exist in our minds, the way of the universe has nothing to do with good and evil. Remember you(we) are tiny little specks of nothing ness in the grand scheme of the universe, it just is what it is and as a oneness behaves for the most part outside our comprehension. If there is a God, it is that oneness…perhaps.
Talk about tattoos that fucking hurt. Just a calf but you’da thought I was getting a rib cage done. I felt bad for the artist because it was causing me to involuntarily twitch (try drawing in a moving car on a bumpy road), but I thought the final product turned out pretty alright and gets the message across. Coffee fiend, ya know? You?
New Lee Hardcastle, motherfuckers!
That up there is the song list off a comp I made in around ’88 for a gal friend of mine who was very dark and obsessed with death. I don’t recall why we stopped corresponding and I hope she lived through that stage in her life. Not the most uplifting comp, I may have realized that and thought how stupid is that to give someone mortally depressed this cheery thing. Reviewing the tracks and seeing the theme of what I was trying to put across (“I love you, please don’t kill yourself”), the only song I would get rid of is the Spazztic Blurr tune, I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, ’88 was a pretty stoney year. As I was listening to it the other day, several songs hit me a bit more than the others, let’s face it, I didn’t fuck around, these are all hits. The classic Floyd tune that really sums up the whole wondering what ever happened to this gal. The hardcore reality of the Social Unrest song. Then that Iggy one, which leads to whole other story of folks that I lost contact with, that I hope are well. Ripped the cassette as one file if anyone wants it, as you can see there’s some hum dingers on there and if I do say so myself a classic 80s-esque old fashioned mix tape…all taken from vinyl or cassette…spent many an hour making these things for folks I cared about (and I care about you, faceless/nameless person). Nobody values that type of thing today and I have to admit, as a result, I’d rather just do it digitally from files I’ve got on the hard drives from music I ripped already or absconded from the matrix. I still listen to all these bands and make mixed CDrs from their tunes. Anyway…I remember Vera Lynn…