Thursday, April 28, 2005

Reflection Posted by Hello


It's 6:00 a.m.. This is when I used to get home from a night of debauchery, now it's when I get up and sip on freshly brewed shade-grown coffee and contemplate a new entry in my blog, while listening to recently downloaded music. It's so new century.
My back's up. Ever since I heard 'The Message' by Grandmaster Flash many moons ago (1982 I reckon) I've loved Rap and Hip-Hop. The Sugarhill Gang, Herc, Kurtis Blow, Run DMC, the Beastie Boys, Biz Markie, Roxanne Shante, Boogie Down Productions, yeah. Like any form of popular music it has it's share of crap, but then your idea of crap may differ greatly from mine. My beef is with people whose musical vocabulary is wide and varied with one glaring omission. No Rap. No Hip-Hop. With a callous disregard for the heart and soul of a great art form they brush aside my suggestions for listening. Fine. There's my rant. In the meantime, I've been listening to a lot of great beat artists lately. El-P, Danger Mouse, Deltron 3030, Prefuse 73, Roots Manuva, Cannibal Ox and so on. Check em' out. Peace.

Friday, April 22, 2005

Are You a Hostage?

I desire to possess my love. To encircle it. It's a fantasy of course because the music is free. It has no owner. If you took it a step further, it has no creator, no genesis. It's always there until a human conduit provides a path for it. Music is powerful, ideas are powerful, sex is powerful. Blessed be the ignorant for they are wedded to bliss. I digress however, this is not a NewAgeDiary blog.
On our first date (circa 1981) my ex-wife and I ended up at the Smilin' Buddha Cabaret where I proceeded to impress her with my slam-dancing skills. D.O.A. were playing and it was the exact same night a year previously that I was also at the Buddha, slamming to, of all people, D.O.A. However that night didn't end up with a bit of drunken friskiness, it ended up with my buddy and I spending a day or so in one of Vancouver's finer hotels. Courtesy of the V.P.D. So some lessons are ignored and others are learned after years of following certain patterns. Amen.
Hey, this is about music. So even the most detatched must get down to it and pay homage to the sounds that enhanced us.
Pointed Sticks/Modernettes/D.O.A./Tin Twist/I Braineater/Subhumans
The Young Canadians/The Dishrags/Tim Ray/The Secret Vs....represent!!

Monday, April 18, 2005

The Circle of Snake

How much of the change in your life is an illusion, what are your thoughts doing when you're not paying attention, is there a simple formula that allows you to know what the hell's up with the world? Sometimes a walk in the sun will provide the answer. Running will lessen the effects of time on you, only you won't be able to enjoy this phenomena until you've moved forward by a few million years. Only you can decide what to do with the time surrounding you.
Lou Reed released a double vinyl album in the 70s called 'Metal Machine Music' that consists entirely of feedback noise. I've never actually listened to it but knowing it's out there helps me take life less seriously. If you read this and you can think of music that helps to keep you sane and cogent let me know. Peace.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

What's Cool?

Krafwerk's music leaves me cool, but I know they got soul. In the late 70's they dressed like junior accountants and looked like everymen. They still do. I like that. Maybe the ultimate cool is to look as generic as possible. The uniform of cool is just that, uniform. Conformism.
With the increased access to information and media we all enjoy, cheap long distance travel and communication and inexpensive advanced technology, cool is global. I ask people what they listen to on their walkmans and iPods and the answers are enlightening. The spiky haired gay activist with a weakness for zydeco, an ultra chic fashion designer grooving to South American funk, the skater kid on the bus listening to King Crimson and Grandmaster Flash. Long gone are the days when I needed to carry a few cassettes with me for the morning commute. A high end iPod could keep you in musical bliss for a month long road trip. Brilliant. That's cool.

Thursday, April 14, 2005



The protocol, the long haul
lost in a hole, right side up
mirror mirror what is queerer, winter's
made right with a mouth full of stone.
Conjure ordinary birds, blow away
the last lanyard, Xerxes sweeps an arc and metadata lies
at the crux of it.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

The Cartel

I'm a slave to vinyl memories. I can't let go of the analog past. You see my friends, in the beginning records were made with highly refined petroleum. Then in the 70's there was a war in the Middle East and the major Arab oil producers said "fuck you". They squeezed the pipes. That led to the Ford Pinto and really crappy vinyl. Records started to get thinner and flimsier and you could hear it. I dream of my stacks of wax. Boxes and boxes of albums. The stylus carefully placed on a spinning black orb, the rich sound enveloping you. There's nothing quite like it. Loading an iPod with 6 billion songs leaves me cold. Yeah it's funky fresh but where's the love? My albums, maybe you picked one up at a garage sale. Treat them kindly. Keep them close.

Druids and Wiccans oh my

Perhaps there was foresight in the old religion of the Celts. The stones and trees were embued with spirit. We've only been a species for a short time on this planet, and when we're gone the forests and oceans will breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe we're being culled right now, maybe the global weather patterns are changing to ultimately remove us. Our position here seems quite tenuous. Give it credence if you will, I'm going to enjoy the time left to me. Ciao.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

When will it end? Posted by Hello

Friday, April 01, 2005


Here is a bouquet of needles
and tubes
surrounded by creatures stirring
the dark
I was sleeping while
the afterbirth passed through the
"You are healed" said the splinter of light, "they have
passed to their father's house and you are not to blame"