“I feel like we haven’t been talking enough about the fact that US government agencies were just caught intimately collaborating with massive online platforms to censor content in the name of regulating the “cognitive infrastructure” of society.” (-Caitlin Johnstone)
“The US empire really is threatening all life on Earth with potential nuclear apocalypse:
The US military commander who oversees nuclear forces said, “This Ukraine crisis that we’re in right now, this is just the warmup” “The big one is coming,” he added” (-Ben Norton)
“According to the NYTs, support for war in Ukraine represents a commonsense &, therefore, an unchallengeable position. Any deviation from that position represents Kremlin influence & makes one an enemy of the state. This is the state of liberalism today.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
“”When your time is turned into money, the felt presence of immediate experience is analogous to being enslaved. I mean, Let’s be frank about it, it is enslavement.” (-Terrence McKenna)
“I said what I said. White progressives want us to get behind Nazis but they’re silent about planned US intervention in Haiti and starving kids in Somalia. I see you. From here on out, fight your own struggles.” (-Sabby Sabs)
“BEFORE EVERY ELECTION:
Democrats give speeches about democracy being on the ballot. AFTER EVERY ELECTION: Democrats give excuses for why they can’t govern for the people even when they have a majority. Stop falling for it. Democrats serve the same corporate overlords as GOP.” (-Ryan Knight)
“your culture is your operating system”. (- Terrence Mckenna)
“Been wild to watch the progressive Democrats try to convince us that Biden’s unhinged foreign policy isnt a big deal.” (-Revolutionary Blackout Network)
“This servant of capitalist power is shameless. If democrats cared about workers they would have passed Build Back Better legislation, raised minimum wage & not executed the Obama era plan to initiate a proxy war with Russia.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
Robert Skvarla on Twitter: “John Yoo, Bush admin torture lawyer, calling for American intel agencies to create fake terrorist groups, as an “offensive strategy,” in 2005: https://t.co/FgbYgl7lfW https://t.co/3k9w5z5NUc” / Twitter
“This latest move in the race to Armageddon
-worsens nuclear madness already at boiling point -discourages urgently needed negotiations -continues a $1.7 T boondoggle for the MIC, while there’s “no money” for child tax credit, clean water in Jackson etc.” (-Dr. Jill Stein)
When someone intellectual and anti-capitalist/anti-imperialist rises up among us that isn’t a celebrity, they’re either imprisoned or killed. If they become a politician they become absorbed by the Dems or cast away like a leaper.” (-Jay Befaunt)”
Violence against the poor happens every day in this country, but you won’t hear about it as the top story on the news because the corporate media exists to protect the interests of the ruling class.” (-Ryan Knight)”
China opposes the US blockade on Cuba and doesn’t impose sanctions on other countries. The US literally imposes criminal sanctions on at least twenty other countries in addition to Cuba. Which country is the “threat” again?” (-Danny Haiphong)
THEY GOT NOTHIN’ IN THIS WORLD TO LIVE UP TO
I can’t even tell you why I wake up so depressed everyday, I’ve been called a dry drunk by the cult of al anon. It’s a lotta factors. Grief, estrangement, disappointment, betrayals and abandonment, rejection, tyranny, being browbeaten by lies and ruling class bullshit all day everyday and all my ex friends and relatives totally buying into the Bulllshit Narratives that all purpiose unprecedented super villain Trump is in cahoots with Putin, that Trump is somehow an anomoly and to blame for all of society’s ills, and that woke, philanthropic, feminist pants suits like AOC, Obama, Bill Gates, and Doctor Fauchi just want them to be healthy, happy, joyous and free for super scientific philanthropic salvation. We’re on the brink of World War 3 thanks to Sleepy Joe’s dementia gung ho Reagan like cowboy brinkmanship and the Fraud Squad broken campaign promise phoniness, all the poor people are dying, or being evicted because they can’t pay two grand a month with minimum wages, but middle class shitlibs just wanna virtue signal their support for Zelensky and Pfizer and bug eating transkids Canadian Euthanasia rights.I’ll admit it. I wanna flee this relentless barrage of on script unrealities and yes, drink some booze and melt into old songs.
In 1985, I was struttin’ around Lower Manhattan with a buncha crazy friends-a hard boozing intellectual, important dayjob having political consultant son of the guy who founded the Village Voice who hipped me to Lenny Bruce and all this NYC politics and newspaper stuff-we’d go to all these crazy parties and he’d pay for all my Guinness and Jameson’s and we’d have to send him home in his oversized detective trench coat semi passed out in the back of the taxi cab; a bearded, drunken Lithuanian poet who got me into Bukowski who let me play “Let It Bleed” until the dawn’s early light; a beautiful older girl friend in a sparkling dress from East L.A, who dabbled in filmmaking but excelled at being a shake the earth it-girl wherever she went; a superbrained intellectual from Spanish Harlem with a big scar on his face who introduced me to the writings of Eldridge Cleaver; a loudly abrasive and curmudgeonly know it all Jewish jazz snob with a rent controlled be-bop apartment on 11th street and the blackest sense of offensive humor I’d ever met-who constantly shocked me into laughing out loud but bought me beer and woke me up each day by bellowing, “Shit Urchin!” and his beautiful, hip, black, British girlfriend. Some actor-cosmopolitan bigtime sophisticates in an 11th floor party/video editing loft on Broadway and Astor Place who got me into all kinda music. Aside from being abducted by a black Manson and his karate cult in Washington Square Park for a few days, it was mostly all loitering at King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut or Downtown Beirut, going to museums, galleries, after hours bars, old records, real cool indie boutiques still overflowing with like sequinned brasieres and rhinestone sunglasses, leopardskin pillbox hats, leather trousers, salmon colored Bogart fedoras, you know, all the eighties Cramps influenced underground retro cool trash culture. Freebeing records, little vhs rental storefronts that specialized in old B Movies. Crazy hip-hop influenced graffiti was still all over the place. Sicko filmmakers, next big thing designers. The ABC No Rio/Rivington Street Art Park anarchist community. I was living in my own B-Movie back then, kinda part Fleshtones and part John Waters, going to the Pyramid Club with my sometimes roommate, Minkie The Mink-a Nancy Spungeon clone from Michigan shrieking at the drag queen doorperson to let me in because I was her son, in a matching leopardskin coat. Running up people’s phonebills keeping in touch with my teenage muse in honky suburbia and finding out about all kindsa cool music that really seemed to capture and convey all my impossible feelings for her-bands like New Order, Joy Division, Gene Loves Jezebel, and Charlie Sexton. Fra Lippo Lippi: “heaven help me if this is love…how can you ask me, then let me go? I still believe there’s A HEART IN HERE…” Charlie I first saw in some Random Notes partying with Ronnie Wood, he was supposedly the shithot new Texan boogie guitar star in the Stevie Ray Vaughan mold, both Billy Idol and Steve Stevens at the same time, but when you heard his pulsing Keith Forsey dance record it was all synths and drum machines and Charlie crooning his heart out in a voice that was equal parts David Bowie and Elvis Prseley. “So lonely…so lonely!” would play in my head as I trudged around in the filthy grime and slushy snow of downtown Manhattan in cold December, missing that chick in the Midwest. He had joined Joe Ely, a guy Joe Strummer was really into’s band when he was just a young teenager like me, but I could not play guitar for shit, still can’t, even though I owned a Tokai that had been autographed by Steveie Ray Vaughan until my church girlfriend took a call from my new wave girlfriend and all hell broke loose and both of their moms drove them over to confiscate their belongings from my mother’s basement.
The plan was for my skate rat stoner pal Dave to play that guitar and I’d become the sidewalk barker medicine show loudmouth protest singer frontman. I was really into like, Roy Rogers and Doctor Creep and the Fonz, Evil Kenivel, Lux Interior, and David Lee Roth-all the red baron Peter Pans with aviator goggles and ghetto boxes, greaser streetgangs, singing cowboys, and campy horror hosts, so I thought I’d be a bit of all that and see what happened! You know here I’m like 35, maybe 37 years later, and I’m still callin’ my as yet unassembled, imaginary goth-gang, the Loneliness Maximum Torch & Twang! Yeah, I was totally influenced by Charlie Sexton, Elvis, the Stray Cats, Cramps, Chris Isaak, Tyla, Mink Deville, HST, and all the bands who sang about outsider alienation and unrequited love and had cool hair and black leather jackets. In more recent years, Charlie went on to play part time second fiddle in the Arc Angels sharing vocal duties and then became Dylan’s main guitar hero, but man, being a team player is cool as fuck and everything, but that dude had one of the best voices, ever, in my book. You ever hear his tribute to EP from the “True Romance” soundtrack? That’s the only Q Tarantino movie I ever liked, first place ya saw James Gandolfini. It was too violent and abusive for my frail little heart but there was so much quotable, epic dialog, ya know me and an old bassplayer once were calling our demotape band Heroes For Sale after the comicbook store in that movie, we weren’t the only ones. Pre internet, you’d be calling your garage band like, the Causalties, or Undesirables and designing your elaborate cartoon skull logo in the leather daddy biker ha with the obligatory eyepatch and Zapatista gun belt for your stickers and fliers and t shirts but have no idea there were already ten other bands goin’ by that same moniker. Cats like Lux and Joey Ramone and Stiv Bators offered me irrefutable proof that one need not be as pinup pretty as Charlie Sexton to still rock like fuck and sing your heart out and all I ever wanted to do since I was about four or five was front an unholy barbarian band of rebellious gypsy wastrel revolution rockers. Once I saw David Peel hollering in Tompkins Square Park, I was in like Flynn. With the Out Crowd. Nowadays you got these preppie model millionaire manufactured forgery fabrications like bogus boyband faux quirky monarch programmed Harry Styles suddenly dressing up in the pink shiny pants and pink furry coats just like me in 1987, but bizarrely, they are being paid millions for it cause Bowie glam androgyny has been suddenly hijacked by Davos billionaires to advance some Klaus Schawb occultist transhumanist agebnda. They threw me into like Hitlerian Baptist reform schools and sent me to shrinks and encouraged their All Amukkkan football teams to beat me silly for dressing exactly like that 30 some years ago. What madness. So yeah, man. Charlie Sexton, he is all aces. One of my top faves even into my elderly goth years when it’s cold in my bones and there aint no good news forthcoming, his music still sings straight to my old tombstone mind and big bottle heart. Come back, Charlie, rocknroll never forgets. When I was young and pining over some lost love, it was most usually like say the Smiths or New Order or the Replacements that I was listening to. As I got older, it was most often Chris Isaak. My wife always says I should track down Keith Forsey and get him to produce me but I figure that dude made more money than KISS between Billy Idol and “Don’t You Forget About Me”, he’s probably in some disco mansion on a beach with Georgio Moroder remixing some mountains of cocaine fuelled Studio 54 masterpieces, I just moved out of a leaky no furnace fuckled up trailer in the middle of nowhere land and have no band but yeah I love that glossy eighties new wave Psychedelic Furs and Charlie Sexton soundtrack sheen. Of course I know it’s too late for me, been hearing that since I was about twenty one, but ya know, I believe in miracles. I believe in a better world for me and you, so open that bottle, mateys, hoist the black flag. You tell ’em General Labor’s comin’, and all the brothers and sisters and friends of the revolution are ridin’ with me!
“Why the Dems are about to be whacked:
“Biden inherited a difficult economic hand—the pandemic, excess Fed liquidity..large budget deficits..& pre-existing global tensions. Yet he has greatly exacerbated the economic & geopolitical crises” (-Dr. Jill Stein)
“Capitalism cannot be made kinder.” (- Michael Parenti)
“what we call reality is in fact nothing more than a culturally sanctioned and linguistically reinforced hallucination” (- Terrence McKenna)
“Funny how Russia only does this stuff in the years that Democrats lose.”( -Primo Radical)
“This profile offers an interesting window into the BlueAnon cult. On top of endless conspiracy theories about Trump and Putin, they seem to share the habit of working lucrative media jobs and gathering at the fancy homes of affluent members.” (-Aaron Mate’)
“A political party that tried forcing everyone to take an experimental vaccine, that illegally instructs Big Tech to silence dissent, that raised the price of literally everything, and that put our planet on the brink of nuclear Armageddon should never be allowed to govern again.” (-Primo Radical)
“Neocon child actor Ben Shapiro has had his career astroturfed by corporate GOP powerbrokers, granting him notoriety and affluence while he trades on bogus antisemitism victimhood narratives.
He perfectly embodies the phenomenon I described and runs the same hustle as the ADL.” (-Max Blumenthal)
“The ultimate question is this: Will the US accept that it cannot rule the world and that it must share prosperity with all nations or will the US in a final act of arrogance destroy the world because it cannot accept that the days of living at the expense of others are over.” (-Kim Dotcom)
KINGS OF THE HIGHWAY
I always related to the outcasts, misfits, throways, scorned by society, the people in the little old man skid row divebars ya know? As Tyla so elqoently sang, the sad and the lonely are the only ones with style. Oscar Wilde said it all first and better. Nobody ever sang it better than Chris Isaak though. Okay maybe Tex Perkins, sometimes. Or Leonard Cohen, Kris Kristooferson, that’s about it though.
“When I can not sing my heart., I can only speak my mind..” (-John Lennon)
“I don’t want no counseling…” (-Chris Isaak)
“I met a girl in Mexico and shoulda told her then I know that I still think of you, we never will be through.” (-Chris Isaak)
One band that united all us comic book reading greasy kid stuff leather jacketed boys, back when the skins hung out with the jocks and the punks and new wavers were considered mortal enemies of the metalheads and thrashers and all the dumbfuck follower cliques had their rulebooks and regulations I kinda hadda scoff at and still do, we all loved the Misfits and Danzig. Ones who say they did not were either nerds or they’re just lying to appease the bespectacled fauxwoke gender studiers with the beige and argyle lives and pet hair all over their clothes.I’ve always hated sniveling asskissers sucking up to power for extra credit. Shit, my band of wild eyed wolf children covered three Misfits songs and two Danzigs. He might be a bit of a bridge n tunnel rightwing mook weightlifter but I always thought he was extraordinarliy entertaining and talented and a great vocalist in the presley/Lux/Morrison tradition.
“The democrats abandoned their base, insulted the public with two years of diversionary anti-Trumpism while delivering to the only base they really care about – finance capital, Big Oil & military/industrial/complex. Radical sheepdoggers have little to work with.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
GET TOGETHER IN OUR PRIME
“At first flash of Eden
We raced down to the sea
Standing there on freedom’s shore”
I will tell you this: when I was 12 and 13, Jim Morrison’s “Absolutely Live” made more of a lifelong lasting impression on me than any of those bullshit racist whitewash history books, hungup homophobic military recruiters, creepy deepwoods perverse pedophile brimstone prechers, brutal bruising wrestling team coaches, stupid fucking preppie sadist Amerikkan Psychos in their dumb golf shirts with their mama mansions and license to harm less powerful people, or the endless behavior modification torture techniques of all those horrible detention hall abusers. He was right and they are wrong. I still yearn to be wild and free again. I had a friend at that age who was a real heavy metal guitar prodigy like Randy Rhoades who also loved the Doors, but he kinda always wanted to be popular. His mom gave him a sports car at some point, and he got a goth girlfriend, but somehow, they corraled him into joining the military and he became a sharpshooting sniper for the empire, instead of a shirtless longhair playing classical influenced solos in the spotlight at my side, so that was a big bummer to me cause I thought he would always be one of the pirates, the resistance, the outlaws, the rebel alliance, aw man, ya win some, ya lose some. Losing that dude to the military was one of my life’s first real setbacks, I mourned his decision for a number of years. Some of our other friends sadly followed. I stayed the course, ya know Jim Morrison was like my gateway into Iggy Pop and Stiv Bators. After I met those guys, something in me changed. There was no going back to the namby pamby, clock punching, grocery bagging, suburban world of mime and acquisition. All those kids we used to know grew up to be regular tv watching home owners and like, gentrification brunchers-somedays, it really gets me down.
MintPress News on Twitter: “Footage has emerged of Israel bombing Gaza last night for the first time since the war in August, which killed around 50 Palestinians. The late-night assault led to power cuts in parts of the strip. https://t.co/uZPpQiTO44” / Twitter
“Clinton News Network (CNN) is pushing straight-up pro-war propaganda. Where are fact-checkers on assertion Russia actions created food & fertilizer shortage when when everyone knows it was Western sanctions on Russia that created global food crisis.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing Impossible obstacles. Dream the Impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up.” (-Terrence McKenna)
SOUTHERN DEATH CULT
Some hardnosed sadists in youth corrections seemed to get their jollies by punishing working class and particularly black youth for any deviation from sieg heil sports and military obedience culture, so we so called delinquents kinda had to rally together and I met some of my life’s best friends in juvie hall where the authorities and their sports mom bosses hoped to permanently break our youthful creative spirit. When I finally got out of the detention center for wayward DJ/rappers and styling product abusing makeup wearers, I was subjected to some repeat gang violence where jealous husband rednecks of girls who had a lingering thing for me and their friends held me down and bloodied my nose, broke my glasses, the usual pummelings I was sortof accustomed to and would be ongoing features of my visits to Ohio where they manufacture the fratboys even into the grunge years. The couch potato mama’s boys action flick tough talkers who always bragged about their manly fighting skills ran from the beatdowns. Left me to my fate.Only good thing about those guys was their mom’s house had warmth in the winter, they were seven and ten years older so they bought my beer and smokes with their rich kid allowances and let me immerse myself in their elaborate record collection where I discovered many of my favorite bands. The Southern Death Cult, Theater Of Hate, Sisters Of Mercy, the Mission, 45 Grave, some Bauhaus side projects and spinoffs I’d never heard before. A Lotta life changing stuff like that. I was really particularly en thralled by Andrew Eltrich and Ian Astbury and have to concede my early bands initially suffered somewhat as a result of my trying too hard to sound like Ian rather than finding my own voice. It took awhile. You know what’s crazy as fuck? I’m the only old punk I know who kept his core values, is still actively anti fascist, anti corporate, anti censorship, anti war in middle age. Like Cait Johnstone said, everybody’s antiwar until the propaganda starts. It’s a sad world we live in.
I was nineteen or twenty before I finally found my real voice or started composing any halfway worthwhile original material. One of the songwriters who really helped set me free, Post Westerberg, was Kristofferson. He wrote about what he knew. Once I started doing that, it all came natural.
My dad and Paul K are mostly responsible for getting me into Cohen but Danny and tattoo Mark also loved im. Of course he is the greatest in my opinion.
Fucking cold as fuck here-even my coffee got cold in the cup. I wanna drinksmoke but my old lady don’t want me to. I used to go on walks but where we live now, it’s all militia crazies and vicious animals unleashed in their junk yards, so I’m restless, kinda upset, depressed, cold feet and a little bitter, so ya know, I end up just doing a lotta yardwork. Then there’s the odd jobs. Today i gotta try to figure out somewhere to take all these fuckedup burntout fluoresecent tube lightbubls my lanlord left here in the tool shed and then we gotta go off property to wash our clothes and then it’s some odd jobs for low wages, send me good vibes brothers and sisters and friends of the revolution, I need ’em now. STAY WILD, STAY FREE! xo