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Final Concert.

Reports out of Birmingham, England, via BBC, indicate that Black Sabbath has played their last concert.

A great shout out from here to the band: Bravo! Thanks for the music!

The claim is that Black Sabbath invented the Heavy Metal genre. But that is always prefaced with 'some say', because who can really claim that? We could investigate who invented what, who first did what, what sounded 'heavy'. From my point of view, as a consumer of the music back in the day, the 'heavy' sound was from the distortion and the loudness of the band. It was something that wuold happen during pop music sometimes, and also in Jazz and Rock and Roll. What Black Sabbath did was to have the music be use melodious distorted guitar throughout the whole song, throughout the whole album. But basic traditonal forms of music were still present, like the Ballad, and the dirge. Who can deny the sweetness of a song like "Planet Caravan", just from how it sounds? Who can discount the angst driven lyrics of "Paranoid", and indeed, the whole Paranoid album?

An older kid told me that Black Sabbath was 'just noise'. I knew he'd never listened to it. Some people would put them down, because they didn't like the basic hum of the Heavy Metal genre. Some of the features: constant distortion and angst filled lyrics entwined with dissappointment at the absurdity of institutions and governance, and famous people. Also we have a movie theme quality stomp sound, like the tracks that would be used in a good monster movie in a song like Ironman. How do you explain such music to people who don't just inherently 'get it'? Probably by saying 'listen'. Somethings in pop music are just sound, and there isn't really supposed to be some hard message glued into it. And even when the message ought to be clear to clever people, such as in a song like 'Suicide Solution', the lyrics to which caused the band and the liricist a lot of grief, some cleaver lawyer trying to claim that this poetry baited a young person into suicide and sued the band for damages . . . Look it up, it was a real case. The suicide solution? Well, in poetry phrases and fragments of lyric don't just have one partiuclar hard and necessary meaning. The solution, the lawyers explained, was the solution of water and alcohol that someone uses to drink-to-death. OK, so there you go. Case dismissed. It's poetry. It's lyric. It's supposed to make you think. It is not a pretty world in which we live. In the 1970's we faced the prospect of nuclear war as a constant hum of possible conclusion to all the insanity of that time. And thus nihilism in young people did thrive. Unfortunately most of the best outgoing natural poets did get swallowed up into dissipation of some various sort. Diving after fame they never came back up, some of them. Some of them drove the world away so far that when they were discovered . . . gone . . . they were partly mumified already, like the art work from a Grateful Dead album cover only far more gruesome. We all cheered ra! ra! ra! when the "In the Dark" single was released as a music video. It was the Grateful Dead dancing as skeleton puppets in a mock up concert, and in tribute to their album cover artwork of skeletons and roses. How do you explain that kind of iconography? How do you explain 'War Pigs'?

It is to be interpreted and enjoyed. Demanding a political or social explanation? Shut up and enjoy the music.

"But I don't like what they are talking about." Then try to hear it just as sound.

Changing the subject, but not too far off, I've maintained as a snot-headed talking point when doing the whole rock-n-roll banter (at various boasting points) that some of the Frank Zappa songs were much better if you did not understand what the lyrics meant. Also, that some songs are indicative of personality characteristics of the listener. They are kind of 'got the message, hang up the phone' sorts of songs, hear it once and you never need to hear it again. They songs are an artistic prank, in one sense, like the sound track of someone performing a sex act that was billed as a song on an album by . . . who is in the news today for dropping some new tracks and dissing . . . as is his usual method of blossoming (his art are his blossoms).

In music no good band is ever through, no matter how old they get. Musicians are usually able to keep it up the jams even into old age. So that begs the question: is the final Birmingham show for Black Sabbath really their last concert ever?

Like with The Who, who keep doing 'last tours'. or Aerosmith. We all know that they can always do a popup concert. If they want to.

H1B changes?

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Feb 5, 2017

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   In essence of form? 
   a Buddha statue of that man, doesn't suit him. 
They dress him in their own hard stone
 and try to steal his brilliance from the world
 and to bully in a world of their own hegemony,
   the divided country behind them as a cleaved stone mountain,
 a crass attempt to destroy the symbols of the great man's oration.
 A Buddha statue of that man, doesn't suit him.
He is dress in their indignation
from their lack of understanding
of what he really meant
when he meant what he said.

And he did mean it. 

You have to undress him then,
and see him as naked and afraid
and understand that he was actually a man.
not a chess piece monolith.

So if you make chess-piece monoliths,
and put them in a park,
chess pieces are made to be moved. 
Parks can be used to model the backdrop
of videogame levels . . . 
where the stones and statues 
can often be rolled or moved somehow
to perhaps solve a puzzle.

So roll that stone backwards
and fill in the gap
and make that monolith less loathsome.

In essence of form? what does that mean anyway?

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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.

Imagine if they both could have lived and made it to Los Angeles, post war, and been collaborators on writing romantic screwball comedies for Hollywood. If we search IMDB for movies written by Kafka, or by Orwell, will we find one? I kind of doubt it.

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

Trump-zilla

The kaiju (strange creature) who the protestors imagine

Two weeks in and the mantra of the old-order is 'become ungovernable'. Their non-impressive temper tantrums display their addiction and flurtation with dangerous delusion. They created an evil characteture of a man, presented it to the public during the election, utilizing all of their tactics of operant conditioning, and modern advertising, and they convinced themselves of their own lies. So now they do battle with an imginary president, meanwhile neighsaying everything that the President does and says.

As an Independant, and an observer of politics, I did cross over to being a Trump Supporter in June of 2015 when he first announced. Why? For the same reasons that some one routes for Sampson (from the Bible).

We are generations and generatoins later. We've learned from these sacred texts how not to behave. So have no fear, ye fearful, I doubt Mr. Trump is going to be pulling down your temple. But think of the simbology of it all: Sampson was given the means to do it by being bound to the temple. Sad for Sampson he killed himself in the process. We don't want that to happen to anyone, really.

If you listen to the narratives that come from the activast left (some of the left leaning politically minded people) you would think that they believe that everythign that anyone from their faction has ever done is virtue and good will and that it all has to keep marching onward to progress in the way that they want it to progress, and no one can stop them just because . . . They deny the obvious nature of political opportunism. Fortunately there are rational leftists who reject that whole line of rethoric, and understand where the snakes have crawled in, and are nesting.

No one supports rioting. It's not a statement. Better stop with the retrograde messaging as displayed on the Berkeley marchers giganitic banner calling for ungovernableness. Ah, but always the victims. Robert Reich points out (and this is crazy) that he believes that . . . started the riots because . . .

OK, Mr. Riech, then why the banner? Isn't it far more likely that the rioters were a little closer to your happy fully-funded Berekely home than you are admitting? If you could do a geniology of all the 'rioters' what would you find? To which professors would they be releated?

When I see the best that they got smack talking full of delusions, I see him suddenly as the grubby little carpet bagger that he seemed to be when he was running for governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. That whole class: the spokes puppets for the failed cause of INternationalist Socialism. They simply can't close down the borders becase how else will they be able to freely send their solans off to all the far corners of the globe so that they can carry out the multi-generational mission of burning down all the business and industry that doesn't belong to their clan, cartel, or moieties.

But that sounds delusional too? Could there really be a multi-generational conspiracy that has just been unmasked so that some of us see it and understand what they tried to do (in our own feeble way of comprehending). But, like all the plans of demons and devils, it all can be just seen as delusive. And anyone could say 'you've gone too far in your rethoric, you have no way to prove any of this.'

OK, that is my excuse. I know that my delusional explanation for the putrid nature of some of the rethoric from people like Robert Reich is mostly a fiction. And that I have no way to really understand the clans of various political factions, or if they are or are not multi-generational moieties of political opportunists bent on domination of false cause liberalism for the ultimate domination of some particular clan, tribe, or moiety, I know my story is a fiction. I tell you that right now: I make it up as I go along. I am basically a novelist at heart, and a fiction writer as a compulsion. That's my excuse for being outragious with what might seem to be accusations about politics. So what is the excuse of the riot appologists?

Feb 5, 2017

from The Japanese
kaiju : strange creature
kaijin : strange creatures

Both Mothra and Godzilla were kaijin.

Give us back our egg.

The demcracy twins say:
"give us back our democracy."

the usurpers say:
"how dare you usurp our usurpation!"

some one shouts:
"Liberty does not wear a veil"

The giant statue starts lumbering, like
a huge Olmec Head chess piece, 
or giant Gallapagous sculpture, 
animated,
across the scene.

Maybe you should not drink
the protest kwel-aide

"but it tastes so good!" they cry.

Gathering together is holy effort.
A protest? It is always part that,
but the other part?
Do you have a point and something to say?
If not then shutt it up till you do.

And old proverb (I believe it's listed as being Chinese,
Those who say do not know. Those who know do not say.

I say I don't know,
but I do know what I don't say.
And I try to say what I might know,
but as a form of entertainment,
and a way for me to channel out my urges.
In that sense a blog, a speculative
writing project, like this one,
is a conjecture factory of snark and
possiblity hopefully 
to open up the gates that
block the water from getting to
the thirsty minds,
starving for acceptance and
affection
within the scrum.
And the protestor megaphone guy
has them all chantting nonsense.
But at least it's warm
all huddled together in the rain
even if they don't know what the cause is.
Its a free bus ride.
It's a meal.
It's some pretty colored drink.
Drink up.

Hell no, we don't know
we are here and we won't go.

Jingo sings the jingo dove
the road to hell is paved with love

Megaphone jones 
and his false cause indignation
makes them all feel so loved.

There is nothing heroic
in chanting along
with an idiot.


the false cause chorus
is so much fun
I'm in love 
with every one
and I don't care what they say
I go along for the ride
anyway.
If it's free
it's me
I'm who I am
not who I be.

Imaginary evil can not be solved.

If you are crafting some kind of explanation of events, you tend to craft what some call 'conspiracy theory' and others 'speculative alternative conjecture', or just 'conjecture'. We conjecture but some take that, and through boasting, and the urge for false vallour, they 'run with it' (talk as if they know it's true, when they don't know that.). So the go on with a presentation of fraudulent message. It's fraudulent because it's mostly OK, like it makes sense. But the conclusions didn't happen through deductive reasoning, and the rules of logic didn't get used. The argument may have many flaws, and the person, perhaps at the boasting place, goes on and on with parts that are false. If you tell them, and prove to them, with evidence, the false nature of some of their premises, or the nonsequotor nature of it, you might recieve a curious reaction. A curious reaction?

Curious reaction

Some people when confronted with the spuriousness of their arguments, and the falsity of their premises, and the utter delusion of the conclusions; when confronted with the fragality of the authorities from which they took their sources, the false nature of the narrative that eminates from some localles; some people will run wtih the false narrative anyway. Is that because of pride? Others, they'll just feel the fool a second or two. "I got fooled again." they might think. And then maybe they will want to hear more of what you have to say. However, the first kind, who runs with it, you might want to change the topic now. Move away from politics.

Since imaginary evil cannot be solved, dare not speak of it much, it's better to realize that it's all of your imagination, and that is all you can ever really say it is, or a 'writing project'. Becuase we can not ever give someone a molded piece of pudding, and then tell them "Here, now, make this your whole world." False-cause false-charity is just like that: a molded piece of something that, while it's pretty and all, it ignores the reality of the world, and the necessary things that people need to replace it with a fable quality narrative about the world that draws cartoon cause people and then animates them in battle. But the authors of such animations often like to see it acted out on the street, and they hope to 'effect change' for the 'betterment' of . . . and you never really get a clear agenda, but just a lot of indignation if you start mentioning facts that they don't want to hear, or disagree with the most deeply rooted false-cause agenda that they worship as a life-cause. They are actually quite sad, after all , aren't they? And thank God that they don't really exist and that no one is really like that. But they are like the square-root of negative one. Even though they are imaginary, the use of the concept helps us to understand the way that things work in the real world. The real world, in this case, referes to the psychology of the fully hypnotized young-mind who is chanting along with the mega-phone guy who is paid to be there.

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the poet won the prize for literature!

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