An Alternative to Suicide does a public service and unearths these gems.
By the way, regardless of the quality of these miracles of sound, the real Suicide is better.
The songs on Taylor Parkes' Alternative to Suicide has up for download are highly recommended. Kudos to Parkes' industriousness. I'm sure in a less-regulated world he'd be a billionaire.
On her show one day shortly after the Meyer incident, Rhodes' guest was Jonathan Turley. One primary focus of Turley's comments was especially enlightening, and particularly alarming. Turley's concern was the increasingly common Catch-22 of our increasingly authoritarian government: police approach you about some matter; in many instances, you have committed no crime at all; if you question the police -- or do anything at all that the police will later construe as "resisting arrest" -- then the police get you for that. In this manner, the police have free rein to arrest anyone and everyone. All they have to do is come up to you, for any reason or for no reason. If you do anything, if you even continue to breathe, you may be accused of resisting arrest. Out come the tasers, among other instruments of torture. If you manage to keep breathing and live, off to jail you go. (cut) In this manner and in many similar ways, we see how cruelty, barbarity and torture have become normalized in America. We feel no need to mention that the sun rose again this morning; it is an unremarkable, known, predictable fact, one of no significance whatsoever. And so it is now with torture and inhuman cruelty. These practices are now so common as to be unworthy of comment. The sun rises and sets; America tortures and murders, many times a day, every day, throughout the darkening years. There is nothing to note here.
VANCOUVER, British Columbia (Nov. 25) - A Canadian man died Saturday, four days after police used a Taser stun-gun on him because he reportedly was acting erratically in a store, police said. He was the third person to die in recent weeks in Canada after being shocked by the hand-held weapon.
I guess I don't want to live in that country either. I'd rather be caned.
Sarcasmus, aka Dan, aka meltmaster, is your host, and responsible for most of this. He is a musician and writer from Denver, Colorado U.S.A., working in Seoul. Here are relevencies: meltmaster myspace, A Better Tomorrow II, meltmaster last.fm; he likes melodies, noise and novels as serious as leukemia.
Subarashi Hinode is blogging again. [Insert updated bio here.]
thod is posting at Sara Tarkka and the Red Hero. Zentrout, the blogger known also as A. Marshall Jackson, biggest influences are the TiananmenSquare tank revolutionary, Kermit the Frog, Jack Kerouac, Pretentiousness, his fledgling family, Frank Miller, world-consciousness, the Arcade Fire and Jon Holen. He lives in a modest duplex in east Denver, in between the McDonalds and the Good Times. The list of Chinese take out orders from his friends the other night reads as follows: Hot and Sour soup- large, General Zao Chicken, Mongolian Beef (2), Shrimp lo mein, Sesame Beef, Fried Rice and Drunken Noodles.
Laogzed is god of the troglodytes. He lives on the 181st level of the Abyss. A self-described foodie (mainly seafood), free-jazz enthusiast and amputation expert, Laogzed was brought on board to bring to A&S what he makes best...slop. (And other gummy exudations.) He met Sarcasmus at a Church of Herzog, but prefers the ecstatic slop of Jodorowsky. Laogzed is on wikipedia if you wish to learn more about him. Are you on wikipedia? Oh, he sees. How interesting.
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.”
Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars