Once a month won’t cut it…
Well, I suppose there’s nothing to cut, but I really should improve my woeful posting rate. Just finished Chris Hedges Empire Of Illusion, yet another screed that I find myself agreeing with in spirit, but that glosses over so many particulars that it makes me questions my own reasons for wanting to agree. Much like Barber’s Consumed, Hedges’ book attacks the way US society is growing more compartmentalized, asocial, and vapid at the same time, and while Illusion is much tighter than Barber’s book, it’s surprisingly a-historical and oddly selective in its choice of targets: porn, professional wrestling, ivy league universities, positive psychology… and like so many of the voices bemoaning the collapse of our Democracy, his solution is vague enough to be a bit embarrassing: we should love each other more. Well, yes, but… we should also dislike each other better, I think. Maybe I should write a book like that, since I fault all these other authors so much. But in rhyming couplets.
Got some newish poems up here: tinfoildresses, mine are near the bottom.
I’ve been listening to my box set (reward for getting to #200), Sandy Denny, such lovely music, but I hjave a pile of single CDs here that I really should blog before I forget, and I want to listen to Sandy some more. So…
205) UB40: Labor of Love II
Robin Campbell’s voice can be grating is you are in the wrong mood; for some reason, it sounds like urine hitting cold water to me. But I like peeing, so–I often like UB40, though this isn’t quite my favorite collection. Still pleasant, squeaky clean, reggaeish fun.
206) The Knotwells: Blood River Melodies
My friend John played drums on this disc, a thrash-folk rave-up of sorts, several really excellent songs and several moods pieces that fill in the gaps–except the mood, in this case, is wine addled hipster disillusionment. Rock on! Folk on?
207) The Damned: The Best Of
There’s a lot of the Damned worth exploring, and a whole lot of shite, but this grouping is pretty strong–I really want to go sing “Jet Boy, Jet Girl” on the sidewalk at the next Molson Canal Concert thing in Lockport. Look for me, I’ll be by the tower, getting my ass kicked by the junior high lacross team.
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