The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

As those of you who took the time out of your busy schedule yesterday know, I decided to get out of the house and do some serious writing. I enjoy going to one of the local coffee houses and beat out some words on the old keyboard...

Funny how many folks will come up to someone who's bangin' away at a PDA with a keyboard attached. Well, my friends call me a psycho magnet (though I prefer to think of those who enter my sphere of influence as a diverse mix of folks). So I'm bangin' away and a rather friendly individual came over out of curiosity and asked what I was writing, if I had ever been published, what style I generally write in, blah, blah, blah, etc, etc. I told him the whole terrible truth about my writing career...

Commenting upon the way he was dressed, I pointed out how I enjoyed many of the bands that had been painstakingly hand painted upon his black leather jacket - old school punk bands: the Dead Kennedy's, Black Flag, the Circle Jerks, etc. So the conversion turned to punk music, both old school and the current state of punk, as we know it in all its glory...

And what was pointed out to me impressed me so much that while I was typing, I wrote it word for word though he thought I was just continuing upon my adventure in writing a Fairy Tale for the old Web site...

I really hate to comment negatively about bands because for the most part I feel that if a band has the will and drive enough to get out there and do their thing, they are good in my book - not that I have written the aforementioned book yet and not that there are plans in the works to ever write it...

An aside: watch the movie Big Fish, this is the story of my life, the basic facts are true, but the details have been changed to make the story more enjoyable...

I quote, "Bands like Green Day manufacture their disgust for the world in their quest for the almighty dollar." This is an interesting concept and may have some merit. Back in my college days (the first attempt at college), I was a DJ for the campus radio station, and being a DJ had a great many perks like free albums, free concerts, etc. Being that my format was more on the obscure side of the music industry and had little if anything to do with pop or Top 40 radio, I had the privilege to see a great many punk bands whose only goal was to play their music and not to make huge sums of money. Some of the bands had contracts with independent labels, but for the most part, they just played...

Can a band manufacture disgust just to sell CDs? I suppose that it's possible, you can ride the wave of public opinion and make your message reflect that, which would lead you to a possible increase in sales because your message is socially relevant...

hhhmmm, as I type out loud, a thought has crossed my mind about social relevance. A local DJ who works for a major local station is anti-Republican and has no problem expressing his opinion on the matter. I listen to the station at work (not my first choice, but being this station comes in the best, it is the one that gets listened to. I'd much rather listen to the local public radio station) and at least three times a week he will play War Pigs - Black Sabbath, Civil War - Guns and Roses, and every night he plays Green Day, not any of the old stuff, just the new stuff that shows their disgust for the US. Where this point was leading, I ain't got a clue because in the long windedness of the whole thing, I've forgotten where I was a-goin' to...

A friend of mine once had a band called "The Long Walk Home" sometimes my writing reflects this - it's a long walk home in these things that I call my written works...

Which brings me to the fact that way back yonder I was in a band, lead singer in fact, and it's a shame that nothing became of it. I think with the talent we had we could've done the small club circuit and made a modest living...

And now I have been completely sidetracked and I have no idea what I'm typing about anymore. And I will keep right on typing until I stop doing so. This is that point in the history of the universe and I shall stop...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word all 803 of them...