When great bands break up, one can hopefully take consolation in the solid new projects that often ensue. The first such thing from an ex Ergs member (not counting all the stuff Mike plays in, because he was already playing in half the punk bands on the east coast anyway) is up and running, and you really ought to listen to it. The songs they have up there are a demo but as far as I'm concerned this stuff is solid enough to go on a 7", which I would love to see pressed. I know I would buy one.
Jeff, the Ergs' guitar player, also has a new band in progress. I asked him about it when I saw him play an acoustic set in New Brunswick last week and he said they should have a demo recorded soon, which I am highly stoked to hear. I believe he said the band's name was Black Wine, but I could be getting it wrong.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
In which I am dismayed by the sadly inappropriate significance of some highlighted deaths.
It is amusing to me how news items progress, how the attention of the internet at large turns so sporadically, with such fiercely thin attention span, to the next shiny object. Last I knew, Michael Jackson was considered by and large a child molester and a freak, a once great artist now scary and despicable—the butt of every joke. But his death makes him sacred, much like Heath Ledger, the silly teen heart throb turned gay cowboy turned murdering psychopath turned pop culture martyr.
Our sympathy is absorbed now by the albino king of pop, whereas, only moments ago, it had been devoted primarily to Iranians protesting the same sort of bullshit elections that have been going on in nations all over the globe as long as nations have existed, and that we have been indifferent to for years because at those times we were busier focusing on dead pop stars.
I don't mean to sound cynical. I do not believe myself to be. But I do feel it is my duty as a poet, philosopher, and loving snuggly teddy bear to call bullshit where I see it. Most people don't care any more about Michael Jackson than they do about oppressed Iranians.
Our sympathy is absorbed now by the albino king of pop, whereas, only moments ago, it had been devoted primarily to Iranians protesting the same sort of bullshit elections that have been going on in nations all over the globe as long as nations have existed, and that we have been indifferent to for years because at those times we were busier focusing on dead pop stars.
I don't mean to sound cynical. I do not believe myself to be. But I do feel it is my duty as a poet, philosopher, and loving snuggly teddy bear to call bullshit where I see it. Most people don't care any more about Michael Jackson than they do about oppressed Iranians.
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