Name my band
about this fakakta war. Neither does the Stock Market apparently. It’s up today. People that I know in Australia seem overly worried that we are in imminent danger from sleeper cells or something. I don’t care. I don’t like walking around NYC in the first place, so I won’t be there even if there was an attack. It’s not going to happen. As the famous meme goes, “Nothing Ever Happens”. It’s not true. Things happen but not much that advances the evolution of the human race.
“For sale – slightly damaged Mazda 323. Needs new front end. Best offer.”
Why am I talking about this? It’s a sunny day today, I might go out side for a walk. Indeed the probability is quite high of that happening. Other than that, I have plenty to keep me occupied. I think I may have band practice tomorrow unless it gets cancelled for some reason or other. I played so much on Saturday that I bruised the middle finger on one of my hands. It’s gone away now, so I don’t remember which hand it was. I might turn on the internet radio while I write this. Yesterday was interesting, if not annoying sometimes. I should really start my own internet radio station. I’d like to, but I don’t have the time. What I’d really like is my own satellite TV station.
I think it’s broken already
Believe it or not there are thousands of stations broadcasting over Free To Air satellite networks. A lot of them are in the Middle East. I can’t watch any of it right now because I took the big satellite dish to Vermont. It used to be on the roof of the Fortress, and prior to that it was in California. I’ve been watching Satellite TV for years. If I had my own network I might decide to start preaching something.
I’m not sure what, but that seems to be the most popular content on these things. People love listening to preachers. Now I’m starting to sound like Hazel Motes from “Wise Blood”. My church, however won’t be “the church of Christ Without Christ, where the blind don’t see and the lame don’t walk and what’s dead stays that way.”
At least one guy here sees the humor of the situation.
ON 3CR right now there is a song playing with the words “heterosexuality it’s no good for me, I don’t want you, I don’t want you baby.” Oh dear, some quare is doing a rap in the middle of it now. Turn it off! Rap is garbage, period. White guys rapping is uber garbage, uber period. It’s gibberish.
On RRR some weirdo is whispering about the fucking moon. “I want tracks that have a bit of self aware, self pity and self indulgence.” Tracks that feel like looking out the window of a V-Line bus going to Bega Valley.” Fuck me. I’ve got nothing to add to that. I’m going to go away now and think about my soon to launch Satellite Network. Anything would be better than this uber garbage.
Good Day