Hi Austin

Hi Austin. Fuck SXSW. There… I said it.

Here, the music comes last. 5 minute set-up, no sound check, 15 minute set.  The “music” element is all a front, it’s the first thing to be compromised. Corporate money everywhere but in the hands of the artists, at what is really just a glorified corporate networking party. Drunk corporate goons and other industry vampires and cocaine. Everyone is drunk, being cool. “Official” bureaucracy and all their mindless rules.  Branding, branding, branding. It’s bullshit… sorry. 

Adrift

Happy 30th

To the Nuclear Dawn!

Dependents of the State

But if the poor are dependent on the state, so, too, are America’s rich. The extraordinary accumulation of wealth enjoyed by the socioeconomic elite — in 2007, the richest 1 percent of Americans accounted for about 24 percent of all income — simply wouldn’t be possible if the United States weren’t organized as it is. Just about every aspect of America’s economic and legal infrastructure — the laissez-faire governance of the markets; a convoluted tax structure that has hedge fund managers paying less than their office cleaners; the promise of state intervention when banks go belly-up; the legal protections afforded to corporations as if they were people; the enormous subsidies given to corporations (in total, about 50 percent more than social services spending); electoral funding practices that allow the wealthy to buy influence in government — allows the rich to stay rich and get richer. In primitive societies, people can accumulate only as much stuff as they can physically gather and hold on to. It’s only in “advanced” societies that the state provides the means to socioeconomic domination by a tiny minority. “The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other,” the writer John Berger said about the 20th century, though he might equally have said it of this one: “It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity, but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich.”

Goodbye SF

A good read on the ever-more-alienating city I've just left. 

 As the suburban pre-fab landscape encroached further toward the city centers, the diversity that had characterized the metropolitan center vanished, unable to resist the virulant weapons of wealth, conformity, and mediocrity. Soon, the city itself was extinct, enveloped completely by its imperialist neighbors.

--Ian Svenonius, "Seinfeld Syndrome." Psychic Soviet

Trash

Tonight we rocked out for Joe Smiths bday and it ruled. Population took me back to winter time at the Albion house...eyes closed, dancing my ass off, surrounded by loved ones. It left me feeling so good about punk and my friends. Ya'll....Dance like no one is watching....if I can take anything into my late 30's it's that. Dance like you're a fucking 2 1/2 year old....who gives a fuck....feel it....feel it, or you're dead. Peace and love. See you in the flesh. xoxoxoxoxo :) Let in the good, spread it around and live life like it's the only one you got....cause it is. :)