now that we have obama as president elect and now that the democrats have huge majorities in the house and senate and governorships and local legislatures, well, i guess i don’t really need to write about politics so much anymore?
i mean, there are still pressing issues, and i’ll write about them, but the election is done, and it ended well.
so i guess i can shut up and sing, as some people have requested. although there are some problems with ‘shut up and sing’.
problem 1 is that it’s kind of technically impossible to ‘shut up’ and ‘sing’ at the same time. sort of like saying ‘stop and dance’. if i shut up i can’t sing. and if i sing i’m not really shutting up. sort of oxymoronic.
the other problem is that i rarely sing. in fact on ‘last night’ i only sort of sing on ‘alice’ and sort of talk on ‘hyenas’. but you’ll see, now that my political obsession is waning a bit i’ll start writing about deeply mundane things like mud covered squirrels and wallets that disinfect money and the planned obsolescence of lightbulbs.
you’ll see, soon you’ll be longing for the days when i wrote obsessively about politics. maybe you’ll start sending me emails, ‘you know, it’s nice that you’re so interested in coin collecting, and that it inspires you to write, but do you think that maybe you could write about politics every now and then?’
i just got back from seeing the bad brains. i love the bad brains. but boy oh boy was this an odd show. h.r was, uh, interesting. when i saw the bad brains in 1982 h.r was a frenzied lunatic, running around the stage, screaming at the top of his lungs, dreadlocks flying, doing back flips off of the drum set. and now he wears a white suit and smiles at the audience and sort of gently sing-speaks some of the song lyrics. all the while the bad brains (darryl, dr no, earl) are making this huge fantastic punk rock sound/noise. the bad brains really were the best hardcore band ever. and now they’re still amazing, but the lead singer, h.r, is still sort of in the deep end. ok, i need sleep.
moby