Saying the Unsayable

I’m a big proponent of gatekeeping; I found it, I’m not telling you where I found it, and it’s mine… fuck off.

Ready to dream big?
It’s a long shot, yes, but this is the last chance saloon in the planetary endgame.

At some point soon enough, we will all have to make decisions about the role of music, and the arts in general, in the fascist nation we are about to inhabit. Let’s not hand them another victory as if we’re plopping a grape into their waiting maws. Art gets us out of our heads and out of our homes.

How could you ever be a pessimist?

Pick a problem you’ve been struggling with — relationship, work, motivation, health, anything. Take full responsibility for it. How does that change the way you see the problem?

They missed subtle hints like every word he’s ever uttered and every deed he’s ever done.

Tons of hype. No substance. Left with a depressing feeling.