I know, right? The fucking Swans in Vanity Fair- we were freaked out too.
Is it just me, or should that Spike Carter guy um, check out a dictionary or some shit before his vocab's reach exceeds its grasp like that again in public? I scanned a couple of his questions over and over and felt like I was experiencing early onset dementia. Luckily Gira knows his way around journalistic bumberclat by now and supplied some succinct observations, about process, switching brain lanes, getting old (he said dotage lol) and not wearing earplugs. He has always repelled me for some reason but all those mature, unvarnished insights make me want to buy his brain a drink and maybe fuck it in a toilet stall out back.
I've always liked... no, that's not the word. Enjoyed- no, not that either. Respected? Respected the Swans, mostly from a distance. R is far more into them. I can only take 1.5 songs at a time.
It must be fucking dismaying to identify as a tolerant, individualistic Muslim when one's faith is portrayed almost exclusively as some sort of batshit Wahhabist monolith. I really do get that. And bless these people for being thoughtful and generous in the course of their spiritual expression. But I haven't read the Qur'an end to end because the Bible was quite enough toxic malfeasance for one lifetime, thanks very much. I don't find Abrahamic orthodoxy compelling or particularly insightful, especially considering they've had the whole fucking pitch to themselves for two thousand damn years. It's all a bloated farrago of dumbarse intolerance, bullshit prohibition, cynical scapegoating and gloating exhortations to violence. Homos, freaks, women- we're all explicitly threatened with death (amongst other things) in those pages. So I'll never really understand peoples' attachment to it. Look into secularism, kids; it's got something for everyone.
To be completely honest, and at the risk of sounding like the kind of arsehole I've always hated, I'm sick of hearing about everyone's snowflakian artisanal ideations and religious imperatives. It's cool that you're XYZ/ not XYZ. Go ahead and Tumblr your audacious manifesto. But the entire fucking planet is entering an environmental crisis that's going to make the Crusades look like Coachella and I predict a lot of people will be reconsidering their relationship with their preferred deity and over-curated personas when that shit gets real.
We probably need to call time on all this specious crap and get on with trying to salvage what we can from the universal sewerage outfall we've created in the course of that anointed exemptionalism. Or we'll all be sucking cock for potable water. You may have signed up for the Rapture; the Great Barrier Reef did not. Do you hate pretty much everything these days? I think I'm getting there.
Something I probably won't hate: the Lovely R has committed to producing audio file instalments of The Blackthorn Orphans, so they'll be coming at you soon.
I know I've said that before but that < naked artist's impression pic looks like commitment to me. And I haven't changed the site enough lately either so I might redo it in the nearish future too. And we're both getting itchy exhibition fingers which means... not sure what that means at this point.