i think this is blog 42.
the truth is that i have no idea.
right now i’m at jfk getting ready to fly to england for the last show of my summer euro-tour, which will
be at wembley stadium with pendulum and carl craig on sunday, come by if you’re in london.
i’m writing this last convention blog(even though the convention is over and i’m far from denver)because
the nice people at blender asked me to write a ‘wrap up’ blog about the convention.
so, to wrap up, politics are:
1-like sausages, less appealing when you know how they’re created
2-like sports for people who don’t really care about sports(like me and my effete, nerdy, limousine-liberal friends)
3-like an old hooker, more attractive when you’re looking from a distance(and/or drunk).
i’ve always been politically obsessed. i was raised by politically obsessed family members, and i grew up playing
in hardcore punk bands, where a big part of the hardcore ethos/credo was political engagement.
another big part of the hardcore ethos/credo was being loud and confrontational, which has pretty much only
gotten me into trouble since i left the hardcore scene. eh, whatever, i’d probably be annoying even if i wasn’t
loud and confrontational. i’d just be quietly annoying.
i love politics. well, i love politics as long as i don’t actually spend too much time with politicians or
their underlings. politics is fun from a distance, and it’s great conversation fodder when you’re drinking beer in a shitty bar and you don’t
want to talk about sports.
but if you’ve ever spent time around the lower echelons of the political hierarchy you learn pretty quickly that politics
isn’t/aren’t exactly glamorous.
less glamorous than the music business, even, and that’s saying something, as the music business is about
as glamorous as a foot.
and not even a sexy foot, more like an accountants foot on day 3 of his vacation hiking through the adirondacks.
i had fun in denver. i saw some wacky left and right-wing protesters(i’m still trying to decide if it’s healthy to be so angry about
issues that are utterly beyond your control), i ate at this great restaurant called ‘watercourse'(with fantastic
art depicting herbivorous bunnies going on a killing spree, and a giant buffalo sharing a tiny canteen with a squirrel), i saw
some great art at the shep fairey gallery event, i saw some more wacky protesters(now i’m trying to find out if the anti-bird
porn movement is real, or just the work of someone funny like tom sachs), and i got to dj, which i love.
i also watched a bunch of genuinely moving speeches, and i realized that the democrats have more politico-rock-stars than the republicans.
at the dnc convention you had ted kennedy and bill clinton and hillary clinton and barack obama and a ton of relatively
young and smart and optimistic people.
at the rnc convention they’re going to have cross-dressing rudy giuliani and only-kept-alive-by-the-blood-of-baby-ducks dick
cheney and gw bush and…who?
dark days for the republicans.
plus it looks like new orleans is about to get hit with another hurricane, right as the republican convention is getting underway.
and plus john mccain’s vp nominee is a novice who lists ‘ordering chinese food’ as the bulk of her foreign policy experience.
it almost makes you feel sorry for the republicans. well, it would make you feel sorry for the republicans if they weren’t a bunch of fear-mongering lunatics who are primarily interested in making
sure that every child in america learns that dinosaurs and humans co-existed 5,000 years ago and that embryonic stem-cells are best
respected by being thrown into dumpsters.
ok, time to go to the uk.
thanks for reading my inane convention blogs.
and, as always, i think that ‘blog’ is a disgusting word.
thanks
moby
