Hazernomical

People are into all kinds of things now a day. A little of this, a little of that. Some sing, some dance, some enjoy a loaded 12 gauge to the face (No Pun Intended). Me personally i enjoy a warm pair of double D’s a 60 inch screen and a double shot of whiskey, but hey that’s just me. I don’t know where exactly this life is taking me nevertheless i’m here for the ride. I bought the proverbial ticket, drank the notorious Kool-Aid and lived to blog about it. Truely “I’m worst at what i do best” and now that my beer is warm, and my food is cold someone pass me a light i’m ready for some enthusiasm. Let’s get this party stated right, jump right back into some creativity. Let it be known that i have dearly noted that this train eventually has to come to an end. So i choose to speculate on the journey not the destination. Who cares where you where heading when you had the time of your life. Again me personally i think this is what a lot of music is missing today. The concern that would almost certainly be on the party which is life (not to be taken lightly) is now focused on the goal. The music has lost its heart and now it’s bleeding all over my dinning room floor.  Art in generally has lost it’s edge from the unconventional roots from which it sprung. “Uhh I don’t understand how a writer could ever get writer’s block, so called My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down…” The Problem with creativity is the quality. Quality is a well balanced flow between the variant novice dumb luck just poking around coupled with the experience of knowing what your poking around at. The bastardization of the English language has dropped into the minds of those who choose not to use it but instead settle for Internet acronym jargon. Explore rethink re-choose liberate yourselves from the conventional. No lies in the belly of yes. In my new found thoughts brought about by the new scheme of things the realization that i’m not the best anything is beset on me if only for encouragement. Because i don’t have to be good at anything except for being me angrily, happily, stupidly, joyously and most of all honestly. My next Album will not be a reflection of todays musical climate. It will be based entirely on how i felt at the time. Some of my favorite music have never been nominated or celebrated nor have the works of some of my favorite authors. What does that tell you…… nothing if only to discover. Or maybe i’m just full of myself and like to hear the clicker clank of the keys on the laptop.  NO One Knows………… But it does taste funny to you right?

Now a day “it’s hard to tell your foes from your friends, What makes it even worse is that im just like them” Wolves in a sheep clothing. “Behold, I am sending you out as sheep in the midst of wolves” Perhaps. The question is and shall remain …. What if your wrong? Thats how lines get crossed and no one i repeat no one wants to hear i’m sorry when shit hits the fan, and the poop leaves the ass (so to speak). It’s Modern Warfare. Me? i never loved anyone who i never loved. “Let me tell you a little something about love, It has a voracious appetite. It eats everything. Friendship. Family. It kills me how much it eats. But I’ll tell you something else. You feed it right, and it can be a beautiful thing, and that’s what we have. [voice rising in volume] You know, when someone believes in you, man, you can do anything, any fucking thing in the entire universe. And when you believe right back in that someone, then watch out world, because nobody can stop you then, nobody! Ever !” what a thing to say right! how cool would that be as the new gospel. Grow your hair, pull out your peace pipes someones been holding for just such an occasion. Put your index finger right next to your middle finger raise’em high and let your souls fly. Sounds good but in reality.  ”Love? show no love love will get you killed”….. but is there a more beautiful thing to die for? Maybe there are….. iniquities that you would kill, maim and die for. But nothing more beautiful to die for. In my opinion anyway, but what do i know. Im a sucker for a good time like you. Last of the hopeless romantics. And for good reason. Times they are a changing. No room for the free thinkers, no hippies in politics and most certainly “No Country for Old Men”. The world has ended, it’s people have yielded their swords, it’s prophets sold for profit. “Bye, bye Miss American Pie, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry, Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye, Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die, This’ll be the day that I die. Yes the world has ended and everyone missed it. Not that we care it’s like not seeing that movie from 15 years ago then seeing it on your program guide. You wish you caught it but not enough to tivo the next showing or whatever people do these days. Now when i say the world has come to an end i don’t mean it in a biblical sense which i’m sure some people would say. No i meant it in the “R.E.M. – It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” Kinda Way. It’s 2012 and the church has lost its stronghold in the fight to the social ills because they tell us to believe in santa claus. The new face of american propaganda was elected by a country whom neither understands him nor can he understand it. There has been no real evolution in the world since the 60’s. The flower power 70’s…… where fueled by insight, thought altering drugs and the belief that there was something bigger happening on the horizon only to wake up hung over and raped by the same bureaucratic business they were trying to escape. The spook that sat by the door fell asleep. Forget race, color, creed Countries have been replaced with company’s heads of state with chairman of the board. This is the matrix. You’ve entered the machine that uses us as interchangeable parts. We as a planet knew what we where doing in the 80’s the crack epidemic, A.I.Ds cocaine, war poverty. Not only did we know we profited. You think there would be a miami without it? The conscious mind is dead and we’re all just shadows, reminets of a time gone gone by and a mind state too hard to explain to those who don’t know any better. Gil Scott Heron was right The revolution wasn’t televised, it just died – who knew, who cared, who cares? Well whatever. “Hello darkness my old friend i’ve come to talk with you again”

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