We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Buddy wanted y'all to hear this sociopathic one about blaming others: Crisis Site 13 (wait for the metal intro to end). "I can kill you and never go to jail, cuz I'm 13 and I'm cute and I hope you die."
That's interesting, but this is Terry Allen Country:
Bless you, BD, for reading that commentg and then giving it a try. That album, "Human Remains"is from 1996 and was way, way before its time, which is now.
What's odd (and i know, talking about music is like dancing about architecture) is that, altho i hadn't thought about the album in a good long time, Maggie's hit the button twice is a minute or two. There was the 'fault, fault, fault' bleakness underneath Dr. Bliss's remarks which triggered "Crisis Site 13" but there was also Bruce Kesler's Memorial Day post, which brought back a song i really probably should not mention as it is so iron-hard bitter on the Vietnam War and the people who used it. I want to feel about the war the way the folks whose names are on the Wall would want me to feel --but i have no idea what that would be. The song from "Human Remains" is certainly one way to look at it --probably the wrong way. Anyway, apologies to all beforehand, here it is (the songs on HR are so layered, they're best thru headphones --and loud):
okay, this is completely different TA. This one i introduced meself to last night, just idly dropping in on unknowns nearby the above. With all those disgruntled self-described artists holding forth in the protest streets just now, this guffaw of a trivialization of the whole notion of profundity --is just hilarious (i think).