Two Indian uncles listen to psytrance music: Blastoyz – Mandala
Had to pass this along. This really made me smile this morning. So much joy. I get that feeling when I hear their music too. I like the little bit at the end.
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Daniel Knox is the man I listen to when I’m feeling blackpilled about human nature and he makes me smile. No one else sounds like him.
He’s like yeah, humans suck. And here’s why that’s funny and here’s why it’s sad. And why it’s still beautiful.
I always get over the doomerism I have for humanity. But if I didn’t, I think I’d be like Daniel Knox. His songwriter persona at any rate.
Daniel Knox – Ghost Song
I quit following his career for years. Just played the hell out of his first two albums Everyman for Himself, Disaster, and lately anything I could find on Spotify.
I’ve checked up on him recently and was happy to see he’s been having a lot of success while my mind was elsewhere.
He’s worked with David Lynch, The Handsome Family (and others I probably should recognize but don’t).
And he continues to make beautiful music. Never heard anything like his songs, yet they sound like American standards that could have been around forever.
Daniel Knox – Hollow
Looked up the lyrics to “Hollow” and Genius says “*The author prefers the lyrics to remain unprinted until all of them have been accurately guessed“. How fun! A puzzle. He’s gonna make us slow down and listen for ourselves.
His backstory alone ought to make him a legend. He taught himself to play piano on a grand piano in a Chicago hotel lobby. He used to be a projectionist at the historic Music Box Theater which gave him access to the theater organ.
Still working my way through the rest of his catalog. I’ll be talking about him again.
Daniel Knox – Blue Car
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I can’t help but love humans, as much as they may break my heart. I still hope our species will defy the odds, travel to the stars and and survive for thousands of years. Or millions, while we’re wishing.
Because humans can access a miracle known as inspiration.
I’m addicted to the stuff.
Jim White – Static on the Radio. (This song conveys the idea perfectly. I used to do this as a kid. The mystery…
Real artists bring things to life that never did exist in this world. To be honest, I consider myself a rational man, but it feels like magic.
Maybe it’s not magic, but I’m hanging onto that.
I think of it as the dragon’s whisker. Sometimes it feels like you could almost pull the entire dragon into this world.
When I see certain art, hear certain music, I feel it. It’s a bit like fishing. You can’t see it, but something is there. Something tugging the line. Something from somewhere… Else.
The fish may get away, but you KNOW you had something on the end of the line.
I have had a few tugs, but I don’t think I’ve reeled in any dragons yet. Dragon minnows at best.
I envy the people who reel in dragon after dragon, producing works that change people’s lives.
From the outside they may appear miserable. Magic takes it out of you.
But I know why they do it. It’s better than any drug.
Dead Can Dance – Summoning the Muse
I’m trying to expose myself to as much inspiration as I can before I leave this earth. I know it’s irrational, but I have a drive to listen to every great work of music from every time and culture. Impossible, but I try anyway.
Sarah Jarosz – My Muse
When I can’t channel it myself, I have to get it secondhand.
When I feel that tug, I’ll share. You might not feel it. We’re not all on the same wavelength.
But I have to try. My muse or whatever the hell it is, requires it.
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Bowling for Soup – Getting Old Sucks (But Everybody’s Doing It)
I’ve mentioned before that my sneezes have changed into nonsense words. I plead allergies. More “old man noises” for my wife to make fun of and be grossed out by. (The one she really hates sounds kinda like “Buuuuicccckkkpttt!”
Today I realized I’ve developed a grunt vocabulary. Every old person has one of those. You can’t just quietly get out of a chair anymore. My grandmother used to go “Wheee!”
I used to have the standard “Umph!”
But lately it’s been coming out “Murph!” I was trying to yank my side of the blanket out from under my wife last night and it came out “Murph! Murph! Murph!” Till I yanked it loose.
I swear didn’t steal that from Interstellar, but I can’t help but think of it. Hearing Matthew McConaughey go “Murph! Murph! Murph!” made me snicker at all the wrong times.
You know he’s gonna make that noise when he gets old.
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I loved gardening as a kid, but I have a bad back and I don’t know how to grow anything around here.
The soil might as well be on the moon and the weather is crazy. But I do know how to compost.
I learned it from Dad, although he was much better at it. He would have those compost piles smokin’. I’m in the city, but some country boy ways never leave. You don’t put that stuff down the sink, you put it in the ground.
Now it occurs to me I’ve created a pet. A shaggy, too-dirty-to-come-inside pet. When it’s healthy it smells the forest floor. When it isn’t, it smells like the garbage disposal. I feed it the food it needs and it starts smelling happy again.
It stays in the back yard and doesn’t do much of anything. Except it does. Slowly.
It’s like a really boring dog that Nigel doesn’t hate. A dog made out of lawn clippings and kitchen scraps.
It’s not a demanding pet, and it’s easier to keep alive than a jar of sea monkeys. Or the toads like the ones I used to keep in a terrarium once. (Poor toads. You deserved better.)
Whenever I can I feed and water it. Nigel pees on it.
It shows its gratitude by getting smaller.
It may not be as exciting as a dog or cat, or the rare sea monkeys that actually hatch, but I raised it and I have a responsibility to care for it. (Sorry toads from when I was a kid.)
Digging through YouTube looking for compost songs and most of them were just too ridiculous. So is this, but I can’t resist. Apparently Lorraine Bowen is a minor celebrity in Britain. She’s been on Britain’s Got Talent and other shows. Go through her channel. She is very good at ridiculous!
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If your last name is Likely, do not name your kid Scam. And please tell your kid to quit calling me. I don’t want any!
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Using this cuz my wife hates Morrissey and he cares a lot more about hairdos than me. Plus he may be an asshat, but I will never not like the Smiths.
So my wife walked into the kitchen totally naked and said, “I want you to say something nice about my hair.”
She got her hair done this afternoon and I forgot. I always forget to notice until she points it out.
“It’s great,” I said. “It’s you.”
She said “My eyes are up here.”
I said, “Yes, they did a great job on your hair.”
The compliment didn’t count because I wasn’t focused.
I said, “Your hair was not going to be the first thing I noticed when you came into the kitchen naked.”
Which she admitted. It’s like when she took a picture she took of our cat (RIP Neko), who was sitting on the bed – barely hiding my junk while my bloated ass did the French Girl pose.
She said “I just wanted to tell you I got my hair done since you didn’t notice.” I said “You might have found a better time to tell me that.”
Since I don’t care much about hairdos or clothes, I reckon she has to be blunt if she wants me to notice, but naked in the kitchen was probably overkill.
The cat is NOT the first thing you see when you look at that screen!
#Hair, #Marriage, #Relationships
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Score! Just found my Alien mp3 playlist on a long lost CDR that I thought we lost in the move. Let me share a few of the fun/beautiful/strange alien songs from that playlist.
I Come from the Sun by the Comsat Angels. Criminally underrated postpunk group I used to make playlists where I would pick a topic and find all the mp3s on that topic. It exposed me to a crazy variety of genres in a short time. So many cool songs I probably wouldn’t have heard otherwise.
Then I’d go on RateYourMusic and nerd out over them with my online friends.
I’m hearing songs right now I probably haven’t played since 2012. Didn’t find any of the other themed playlists.
If they turn up I might share some old favorites I’d forgotten.
Matian Boogie by Brownsville Station, a group primarily known for their hit Smoking in the Boys Room. I heard this a lot on 99.5 FM KISS of San Antonio back in the ’80s. Now that I think of it, that playlist could come in really handy. I think I’ll be bringing up aliens a lot. I’m a lifelong Science Fiction fan. How could I not?
#Aliens, #MP3s, #ComsatAngels, #IComeFromTheSun, #Brownsville Station, #MartianBoogie
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We Would Be One, by the The Chancel Choir of the First Unitarian Church of Oakland
Getting to like these Unitarian Universalists more and more all the time. If you’re a progressive type who got tired of dogma but you miss church, give it a try. I slept in every Sunday for 30-plus years and yet I look forward to church.
I was dealing with one an annoying situation when my wife jokingly proposed a few underhanded ways to get out of the problem.
I said knew she wouldn’t do it because she loves me and she knows I can’t do a sermon if I think my wife is going to Unitarian hell. I know there’s no Unitarian hell, but I was raised Baptist. It’s a reflex.
Gave a speech on non-duality. (They call those sermons around here). Looked at my notes too much, but it went OK.
(Not a preacher BTW. We’re preacher-less right now. It’s either step up or we have to draw straws.)
#Unitarian, #UnitarianUniversalism
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