Lag

This is how one gets behind, falls short on their commitments, I use to have one to the blog in a sense as far as posting every day, but sometimes other things get in the way, such as work, drinking excessive amounts of alcohol and the always reliable multi-day drug binge, nothing like that last one to put a person in a non-productive mood that is one part time ally who shall never let me down. In my profession, there are periods of ebb and flow, during the ebbs are the times to do mundane things like, reciepts, invoicing, purchasing of new gear, while surfing the internet as well as the cellphone attempting to drum up new business or continue with projects in the process of completion. However, I can't seem to get away from my favorite hangouts during down time for more than a day or two, any excuse is a good one, it does not take much to coax me from my one bedroom condo and the laptop screen. For someone who appears to detest the human race as much as I do, being around them is necessary, almost like a biologist or anthropoligist studying groups of either animals or humans, maybe both. There is no refuting that my existence remains well outside that of everyday people, my likes, dislikes are only tempered in the constant desire to be cool, even though it seems my daughter's generation is getting into all the music I liked at their age, which is fairly shocking, to see all these late fourty and early fifty hipsters back out on tour after going into hibernation for the past 15 years.

It was as if the 2000's became this big vaccum which sucked out anything geniune, anything unique, replacing it with mock heros, false truths, and a cancer of shallow existence that has an entire generation living on a respirator. I have completely forgot that 2010 has ushered in a new decade, another chance, a time to remember, forget, then move on, my fifth decade, the 70's drugs, disco, the 80's drugs, new wave, the 90's drugs, grunge, the 00's drugs, hip hop, and what is to become of the 10's drugs and ? The chemicals may change but the need stays the same, for the most part music forms quite a few opinions as well as nature amongst the younger generations, for the older folks, if the Eagles, Paul McCartney, and Bruce Springsteen concerts are any indication, they like to hold onto the music of their youth. Until recently, I was of the same faith, clinging to those Stone Roses, Mudhoney, Oasis, New Order, and Public Enemy CD's through a dozen moves throughout the world. Thankfully, with the rebirth of the multi-day concert extravaganzas my curiousity for new music has grown, feeling like a bandwagoner, some of my teenage fan obsession has returned culling the webpages of the internet to hear the lastest indie rock darling, what all this has to do with lag I am not sure at the moment, adherance to distraction, put that on a t-shirt, we have built an empire of distraction, creating art as such a thing has made paupers into kings, while melting the minds of an entire planet, still the 10's drugs, distraction rock, so it has been crowd, distraction rock will be the trend for the oncoming decade, to get out amongst the people, take drugs while disconnecting with society, the self, and the physical being, total annhilation, something the public can readily embrace. Inside the goo of posted concert outtakes, unreleased tracks, behind the scenes photos, until the fans and the band become one entity, absorbing the band's humanity to infuse into their own, for better or worse, as mode of change or commodity, feels like commodity when a concert ticket costs over 100 hundred dollars. Matador Records and indie rock label from the late 80's, early 90's, is turning 21, so they are throwing a bash to celebrate the ocassion with a roster of all the art alt rockers from yesteryear, now that this generation of fans is supposedly in their prime earning years, the promoters, et al, find it appropriate to charge anywhere from 150 dollars to 250 dollars for a 3day pass to the event. It feels so ironic, first of all to have the show in Vegas, the label is 21, I get it, legal and all that, but never back in the early 90's when I paid 5 bucks to see the label bosses Superchuck play would I have concieve such a rebound for fringe music, music drop outs listened to high on LSD, painting at their friends house, while playing in a noise rock band that people would embrace today, but loathed back in the early 90's, time is weird, it either validates or nullifies, which is one thing that keeps me alive, a real important one.