Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Me, Myself and that weird guy I know...

As I re-strung my beautiful Epiphone Casino (George) I contemplated the message that I receive from my chosen forms of media.

I watch indie films, and films about indie music, and films about indie people. I listen to indie rock, alternative, and anti-mainstream jams.

I like art made by crazy people much more than any Matisse or Monet.

I read classic books about dystopian futures, or philosophical breakthroughs, or just surreal fantasy.

I watch T.v. shows on strictly non commercial stations, and watch things eschewed by polite society.

I read quotes by famous rabble-rousers, upsetting the status quo and getting in the face of the establishment.

I wear clothes that are artfully torn and disheveled, not by a designer, but by the wear and tear of real life and the dangers therein inherent.


Most of all though, I surround myself in walls made of me. I am egocentric to the point of a disorder. All I can write about, talk about, hear about, care about is ME.
I'm doing it now.
I see only variations of myself in everyone. My world is made up of the various permutations of my self that I either acknowledge or which escape my unconscious mind to plague my waking hours.
Worst of all though, any thought I put to remedying this situation is a thought about myself. I mentally take one step forward and two steps back.


Edit: Here is a Top Five sent in by an Astute Reader*

5 Parliament-Funkadelic Songs To Contemplate:

1.The Electric Spanking of War Babies
2.Supergroovalisticprosifunkstication
3.Atomic Dog
4.Loose Booty
5.Dr. Funkenstein

*Some Dumbass.

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