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Is Plectrumelectrum a defacto sequel to Chaos and Disorder?  I don’t know!  Is Blackstar a defacto sequel to 1.Outside?  I don’t know that either?  Is Nine Inch Nails’s Year Zero the spiritual successor to David Bowie’s Diamond Dogs?  I don’t know that either but it sometimes sounds like it maybe possibly could be!  Does anything I say make any fucking sense anymore whatsoever?  I suspect not.  I listened to the album The Will to Death the other night while I was typing.  I really like that album.  Actually, I love it.  I cried afterward and was only comforted by the thought of ending it all. 

I just learned that Robert Eggers is set to write and direct a remake of the 1922 classic Nosferatu.  Normally, I would be against such a remake as the vast majority of remakes – particularly in the horror genre – are limpdick piles of shit!  But after The Witch I have nothing but complete and utter faith in Eggers and now anticipate this project with great relish and sauerkraut.  Of course, I’m being a bit of a moron (even more than usual somehow) as Werner Herzog already crafted a perfectly great remake of his own in 1979.  Boy I’m stupid!  I think I’ll pick up the new A Tribe Called Quest album very soon.  Then I will listen to it in my car (where I feel safest of all).  Metallica’s new album and Little Mix’s new album also both came out today.  I am more excited for Little Mix. 

I gave it up of course. He is now able to simply…I don’t know.  I lost interest in the train of thought.  You know, I find war movies to be dreadfully uninteresting.  He was able to go there though.  He was able to go and not make the usual requests and everything worked out just fine.  It was a lovely liquid dinner.  It is the anniversary of sorts for Pearl Jam’s 2002 album Riot Act.  You know, I really do like this album, lots o lovely songs with some great rockers, some great deep cuts.  I fucking love that record!  Don’t really know what more I can say!  I just don’t know.  I watched the movie Red Desert the other day.  I think it may have some sci fi elements but then part of me thinks I’m completely wrong.  Oh God, all these moments, that is my life.  That’s all there is.  I love alienation.  Pura calentura.  Discovery never ceases. 

I dreamed about The Jackal last night.  I think at some point a Tsunami washed me away. 

I recently watched the movie The Secret in Their Eyes.  The original and not the piece of shit American remake.  I was blown away again like a field of corn in a high wind.  I loved it so much I wanted to shoot myself in the face with a really big gun afterward to only leave behind a horrifically deformed piece of head with my brain matter splattered all over the walls.  Such is the nature of wisdom.  There was one scene where Soledad Villamil wore hosiery and I nearly died.  I just remembered I watched a great movie on a plane at some point but I can’t remember the title!  Why am I so useless? 

The new trailer for Kong: Skull Island was so good it made me want to take a shit in my trembling hand and then consume that recently expelled excrement, washing it down with a hot shot of Sauza gold tequila.  Seriously, the trailer is that good.  Well, I guess it’s not that good but it got me excited anyway.  Here’s hoping it doesn’t turn out like that limp dick American Godzilla flick from a couple years back!  The new Spears music video!  Yowza!  Boing!!!

I recently acquired Skeleton Tree, the new album from Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.  Truth be told it’s been out for a couple months but I am a very new Cave and Seeds fan and as such I was behind in the moment of this release.  I listened to it today while writing some crap.  It is impossible for me to listen to this album without considering what happened in Cave’s personal life during the time of its writing and recording.  As such, am I ascribing too much despondency to the work?  Deeper analysis is necessary.  I speak from a place of ignorance as I am just beginning to know this artist and their repertoire but it sounds akin to their 2013 album Push the Sky Away which is an album I am growing ever more fond of.  It also raises interesting questions that I will ask myself while sitting alone in the living room of my posh flat and.  I think about Blackstar and how unique an experience I had.  For those first three days I heard the darkness but it gave me hope of a bizarre and wonderful new beginning.  Were these occult leanings?  Were we playing with something awful?  So much boundless creativity.  And then a truth was revealed and suddenly the darkness took on an entirely different meaning and I will never again be able to experience it as I did initially.  This is the fascinating face of art, that the same piece is constantly changing based on your own shifting perspective.  What is Blackstar to someone who left this plane earlier than that Sunday but who could still listen?  Or to someone who acquired it and then shut him or her self off entirely from society?  What is it to someone who acquired it the week after and what will it be to those who listen to it for the first time 1 year or 10 years or 100 years from now?  It will be the first thing for some.  Getting back to Skeleton Tree, that song I Need You makes me ache.  Getting back to Blackstar, it sometimes scares me. 

I’ve been a fool.  I see that now clear as the muddy day.  Blood still thick with narcotics.  I need to remember love sexy.  I need to get Lovesexy in my heart again.  Maybe a walk through the heart.  I’ve spent too much time in the black.  I need something naked with flowers. 

He is a prisoner.  Oh what a sad sad prisoner.  The other one needs to get used to the face.  He always had a firmer head on his shoulders.  There was something quite bizarre taking place.  A bit of inside communication.  Inside baseball.  So obvious, she said.  please do not be discouraged by this sudden change.  Lack of attention is a new kind of compliment.  Must escape from this macabre…. Balls of grease control everything.  What a sad pathetic world.  He is the poster child. 

Good ol’ Steve says humans only have about 1000 years left on earth.  That seems like far far more than we deserve and I hope his estimates are greatly exaggerated.  After my ninth cup of repulsive NesCafe I was driving around and gurning and screaming my lungs out while looking at all the neon lights and listening to the song Touch Me and for the briefest of moments everything felt all right! 

My morning was full of dopplegangers and strange, distressing occult symbols.  And a new sister.  White and black.  Easy to remember and reshape.  Family affair.  Sly.  Drugs on the tape.  My hands are shaking.  It is an ass for the ages.  

held close while it is siphoned out (so oddly loving, and what language?)

I very recently finished Jack Ketchum’s excellent novel Off Season.  My sweaty fingers were turning the yellowed brittle pages so rapidly I nearly bled out from the plentiful papercuts!  What a book!  Ketchum has ketched my imagination and put a spell on me!  Upon completion I immediately hitchhiked over to Barnes & Noble Booksellers to order 19 more of his books which should arrive by the end of business Tuesday.  Standard unspoken rules of hitchhiking mandated that I pay the generous driver with gas, grass or ass so I dutifully dropped my rent trousers and allowed my sweet puckery hindquarters to be mercilessly pummeled as a means of reciprocity.  No joke though folks: Ketchum’s book was highly inspiring and exactly the kind of pulp literary horror that gets my blood pumping something fierce!

The other day I listened to the album L.A. Woman by the Doors (or simply Doors as the cover sleeve states) and concluded it to be my 3^rd favorite Doors disc.  Though therein lies the rub.  Because on its day I think it could edge past Strange Days but only on its day.  Additionally, on The Soft Parade’s day I think The Soft Parade could edge past L.A. Woman (but likely never past Strange Days) so what does that mean exactly?!  Regardless, L.A. Woman is a grimy, gritty, greasy, sweaty, cigarette and especially hard liquor stained bluesy corker of an album. No, not bluesy, BLOOZEY!  Yeah, that’s more like it.  It may not be as greasy as some Tom Waits or Captain Beefheart records but it is plenty oily, make no mistake.  Man, I just fucking love that album.  I listened to it while driving and rarely thought about blowing my brains out.  I love those deep cuts.  Morrison’s voice is in fine worn out ragged form and the band (with invaluable assistance from bassist Jerry Scheff) sounds tight as a rat bastard! 

I paid her a pretty penny and as part of the arrangement we made she spoke with a Brooklyn accent during our time together.  Her hair was black.  Sno-cones.  The tips always reminded me of Sno-cones but I tell ya that I didn’t really miss em.  When my airways were right and properly constricted and with the right amount of taunts applied I tell ya that I was doing just fine without em.  I must again give hearty thanks to Allen Gant.  I tell ya, Mr. Gant, if we meet in the next life the first 457-thousand rounds are on me! 

I think I’ll read The Naked Lunch now!  Look at me!  Look at how well-read and cultured and sophisticated I am!  I know more about art in any of its forms than anyone I know and that’s because I’m the best and everyone else is a close minded, simpering, needy, mouth-breathing loser!  Haha, I’m so great and all you bottom feeding lowlifes just go on with your pathetic ignorant lives blind to the truths around us!  Stop pretending like all these superficial connections actually mean something!  Haha, oh how I love being me!   

Once I read the book I will promptly order Criterion’s blu ray copy of David Cronenberg’s film adaptation.  I actually saw this flick many moons ago though I don’t recall too much beyond some rather striking and bizarre imagery as well as the fact that I understood very little of it.  I’ve been rounding up as many Cronenberg flicks as possible on blu ray and next week I shall add to this with the long awaited blu ray release of his 1988 film Dead Ringers which is probably my favorite movie from this director.  Good ol’ Jeremy Irons.  He might be my favorite Alfred.  My copy of Fellini’s La Dolce Vita arrived via airmail yesterday and the transfer looks stupendous!  “Via Airmail” was the name of a paper plane designed by a girl I knew in 5^th grade. 

I need to buy both of Martika’s albums.  I told someone the other night that I like animals more than people, further clarifying that I largely hate people.  They were chagrined by my opinion.  But I spoke the truth.  That’s gotta count for something right?  Nah.  The truth ain’t squat! 

Those able to cannily read through the proverbial cracks have likely noted that in recent weeks I have slowly but surely been in a phase of rediscovery and reconnection with my undying love for his music (and now his musical legacy I suppose I should add).  Hold me.  All this unreleased music.  A vault.  I am in love.  I must say thank you for all these gifts.  Everything is renewed.  Make it through the storm.  Now I must begin the long and joyous process, just like in the beginning.  Where did all these come from?  What were their intended homes?  You have saved me so many times.  Alone in my room I listened to you all night.  Lying on a cheap bed in a strange town.  Lady cab driver.  This is what it is all about. 

The other night there were three David Bowie songs which reflected quite well how I was feeling: Loving the Alien from 1984’s Tonight, I’m Afraid of Americans from 1997’s Earthling and Fall Dog Bombs the Moon from 2003’s Reality.  I think Fantastic Voyage from 1979’s Lodger would also have fit.  And maybe the 1971 single Holy Holy!  I have nothing more to say on the subject than that. 

I watched the movie Arrival last night at the cinema with a predominantly older and respectful crowd.  I’ve been telling my contemporaries that it was so good that if I’d had a gun I would have blown my brains out right there in the middle of the theatre as the closing credits rolled.  Director Denis Villeneuve is 6 for 6 for yours falsely!  What a dude!  And Amy Adams!  She is slowly cementing herself as an actress for the ages!  When the eventual biopic of my life is made I hope she plays me!  Though I do actually hate biopics!  And she has another movie coming next month called Nocturnal Animals which also looks great!  What a woman!  Be careful not to confuse Arrival with David Twohy’s 1996 movie The Arrival starring Charlie Sheen.  It can be easy to do this since both movies deal with an alien invasion.  In some ways Twohy is as consistent as Villeneuve though his films are decidedly more in the schlock category (though loving schlock).  I’m waiting on needles and pins for the next Riddick movie. 

I was playing a rousing game of backgammon the other day with a giant talking pelican when the world inadvertently exploded.  Now, I don’t recognize a damn thing.  This world is full of unrealistic cheddar mongers. 

They call me ugly because I do not have the capacity to love everything.  Or maybe anything.  Sometimes I am not sure.  I think I probably am ugly. 

I guess there is a lovely trilogy of death we are all graciously privy too.  Let’s ignore it though.  We are the willfully ignorant.  We are a disease.  My word, humanity is so stupid and ugly.  Talking with others is painful.

He saw the future and it was murder.  

love that green one, dark and fish for morenaza (won't be held responsible for my tractions!)!

The new trailer for Wonder Woman premiered online this morning and I watched it while drinking black coffee and consuming scrambled eggs and a piece of wheat toast.  I don’t want to allow myself to get excited for this movie but I love this trailer just as I loved the first one.  Yes on color and beauty and positivity!  I also dug the little reference to the original Superman movie they slipped in. Those sly dogs!  Please let this movie be good!  Please! 

At the exact same time I watched the trailer I also learned that The Dark Tower movie has been pushed back from February 2017 to a summer 2017 release.  This news actually pleases me as it could mean the studio has more faith in its potential than before though that is not necessarily true.  It also gives me more time to reread the series before watching the feature film.  It also gives me more time to eat double stuffed Oreos.   I was driving around today and listening to Scott Walker’s 2006 album The Drift which I consider to be a dark masterpiece.  It’s impossible to pick a favorite track but were I to venture a guess I may go with Cue.  Listening to it makes me wish an alien disguised as a comely human woman would whisk me away to her spaceship disguised as a building where she would then murder me.  What a song, album and artist!  I was missing something before I found Walker.  It’s a very shaved down work.   That last world series game was a real doozy!  One for the ages!  I’m pleased the Cubs won.  Baseball is my life. 

I finished reading the book White Noise by Don DeLillo earlier today.  It is the second DeLillo book I have read, the first being Cosmopolis.  In both cases I found them to be very challenging reads that only became more difficult as I progressed and there were large chunks of both which I did not understand.  I’m not sure when I will read another DeLillo book but when this happens I may try Underworld.  Though that one may destroy me.  Incidentally, Cosmopolis was adapted into a great feature film by David Cronenberg (swoon) a few years back.  I saw the movie before I read the book and for that reason I purchased the copy of the book which had the movie tie-in cover even though I hate those.  Whenever I am made aware of a book through a movie I always purchase the edition with the movie tie-in cover so I can be repeatedly reminded of my ignorance while reading.  To my knowledge there has been no adaptation of White Noise though there is a bad horror movie with Michael Keaton called White Noise that has no relation to the book.  I saw that film in theatres opening night with a dear friend and own a copy (I remember I had breakfast with a jerk the following morning where I consumed pancakes and bacon.  I also remember the name of the restaurant).  But see, it’s all related!  Because, though I wouldn’t realize it until much later, my actual first exposure to DeLillo’s writing was back in 2006 with the release of a fantastic little indie flick called Game 6 with a screenplay that he penned.  This is one of my favorite films; I watched it today in fact!  And it stars none other than Michael Keaton!  What an endlessly bizarre fucking world we live in!  It also features Robert Downey Jr. and these two actors will be reunited on screen next year in Spiderman: Homecoming which I now view as a de facto sequel to Game 6.

My Criterion blu ray copy of Fellini’s Amarcord arrived in the mail today.  I watched the first ten minutes of it – right up until the burning of the witch scene – and the I promptly took a nap.  Sometime later I made and consumed a ham sandwich.  My copy of Ludovico Einaudi’s 2005 album Elements also arrived in the mail today and I have listened to it back to back nine times, finding it to be a thoroughly engrossing and haunting work. 

Having finished White Noise I am currently reading Off Season by Jack Ketchum and at roughly 200 pages in I am finding it to be just delightful so far!  I would describe Ketchum’s writing as clipped, hardboiled, gritty and raw which is an altogether very effective writing style for horror though of course not the only effective writing style for that genre.  This is the first Ketchum novel I’ve tried though I’m betting my bottom dollar it won’t be the last. 

Ah, la Morenaza del fuego.  I know who you really are.  You are everything.  If only…the bridge.  And when Maria Victoria was the maid.  These experiences are not my own.  But as I said before: she was wearing an orange shirt.  I can’t forget that.  Codewords.  She’s a peach.  Time is all jumbled up now.  You seem like a really nice person.  That other person finally married though, right?  Coastal Culture, that is a band for the ages. 

I love that everyone is a hypocrite.  Boy, do I despise people. The human race is an awful thing.  He was right, homo sapiens have outgrown their use.  I don’t believe in myself. 

This album Elements is amazing!  What a stupid person I am.  What’s going to happen when the moon start’s talking to me?

I believe all those moonbeam levels will ultimately be my way back inside.  I have missed you so.  You are crucial to everything functioning properly.  But how unexpected and delightful to find myself rejuvenated by a work thought lesser in the past.  How much did I take for granted?  And now this new power soul is gripping me in luxurious beauty.  Because when u love somebody.

I wish to doff a hat to young Alan (or is it Allen?) here.  Truly one of the greats.  Could hardly ask for better.  It is a raw deal but hopefully it will all work out for the best.  I will think of you if and when I drink an aqua velva again.  The next round is on yours falsely. 

What’s Goin On.  One of my all-time favorites. 

I’m going to be shitting turquoise very soon.