I missed a necessary doctor’s appointment this morning. I just laid in bed as the alarms I’d set last night went off; seven-thirty, eight o’clock, nine o’clock. I might still be lying there if the loathsome fucks next door didn’t start in with their goddamned bass noise, as per usual.
Carve the following statement in a block of granite and display it where everyone can see; underground material belongs underground. When it becomes mainstream, it betrays its own nature, and is reduced to a disposable pretense.
Here’s an ugly truth to kick this off. Thanks to modern women and black guys, the concept of “good taste” has forever been muddied and conflated with “lots of money”.
Now that it’s been just over five years since all of our lives were ruined, I think it’s safe for me to impart some “brutal honesty”. That is, more brutal and honest than I tend to be here, anyway.
This morning, while watching Dragon Ball Z for inspiration, a thought occurred to me; the majority of what I create online is based around me attempting to explain myself. Not necessarily a good or bad thing, just a thought.
I useta think Night Shift with Michael Keaton was a good movie, and I useta think “Night Shift” by The Commodores was a good song. As a kid I couldn’t understand why they weren’t combined.
One of the true joys of being an older man is articulating with sincere awe about magnificent women who cannot be had, with other men. It may not even be unique to older men; it can probably be applied to adult heterosexual males overall. I just happen to be an old guy.
Recently, the cover of an old issue of The Comics Journal reminded me of a time when there were so many autobiographical comic books being published, a fatigue set in among readers.
Thirty years ago, I was working behind the counter at a mall Blockbuster Music store. As assistant manager, I got to pore over all the promo stuff fresh from the mailbox. One morning, this included a teaser sheet from Interscope for an album called, for real, “Prick”.
Everything on this site was written as though a full-grown adult would read it. If you feel the need to complain because something on this site offended you, you shouldn’t be using the Internet at all. -from this site’s indicia
If I’ve ever heard a song by either Kanye West or Taylor Swift, it’s news to me. As far as musical artists go, I’m indifferent to both of them.
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