"I had a muthafucking dream too, Martin Luther King Jr." Pt. 3 (Fear vs. Faith)

I've been having violent dreams recently, I can't explain why but there is a common thread in that it involves a conflict with religion or faith. In the first which I had about a week and a half ago I dreamt I was trapped in a sky rise controlled by a cult. The cult leader would quiz us imprisoned on the religion itself, and those us of who could not answer the questions correctly or angered him through one reason or another would be shot on the spot. Upon reaching me, I couldn't answer the question but before I was shot someone else rose and spoke out of turn, resulting in his subsequent termination and my brief reprieve. I didn't get to the end of that one.

The other dream was far more grizzly and disturbing, it involved a man driving around in his car, testing pedestrians on Christian subject matters, those he deemed in league with the church would be spared, those who did not were shot dead. When he encountered me I managed to escape, however he tracked me to my house where I had to (in my own defense) kill him with a knife rather brutally. What strikes me even beyond that was the vividness of it, I remember after he was dead, I was speaking with my mother, she was saying that though I saved myself I must now face the judgement of law. I told her "no, this is a dream, this is not really happening", she said "well, maybe, or maybe not, you'll have to find out."

I do not know what they mean, but I do not feel comfortable with them.

Sacrific

I have no idea what this post was supposed to be about, it just had the title. I wonder what I was going to tell myself.

"Well, if something is worth hearing, it’s worth doing right."

At some point I decided to stop with minimalistic garage noise punk. I had to be honest with myself, I get much to bored with things too quickly to make that the staple of my artistic career (pending). Not to disparage the style, it works for some people but I have found that it doesn't work for me. I have more in common with Yes than the Germs lets just put it that way.

What does that mean though for someone in L.A. I wonder.

Progressive music is annoying too in its exaggerated, bloated state, I find no pleasure in listening to 20 minute long epics with as many parts as there are seconds. So I'm trying to find a balance.

We've spent the better part of the year secluded, not sharing the work, not performing, honing ourselves and figuring out what we really want to do and I think we've finally come to a conclusion. I am worried about how it will be perceived but it is a aspect of art one must face. It reminds me of the interview between Damian Abraham and Mark Mothersbaugh that I read, where Devo spent a year developing away from the eyes of any public, emerging a already developed band. I found it interesting that they speculated something like that would never happen again. Invariably we might have become another exception.

Anyway, its a great article, read it.

I've given into ambition, its hard, but we've been putting enough work to make it perceivably good.

In A Few Hours of Madness

One of my favorite 7", absolutely the best Crust in my opinion.









I don't think thats the order of the songs.

Aquarium

The shapes of us standing in front of the aquarium make us more human
By the contrasts of light and biology
I can only see your form, your silhouette
And by the sharks it is a most welcome sight

Wilber Cobb

"If you want to be a genius, its easy, all you gotta say is everything stinks. Then you're never wrong. Thats how much of a genius I am."

She don't have an interesting bone in her body.

I have been gone for awhile, I'm going to try to be better with this but I'm in a blitz to get things done and there is a lot on the plate, i.e. school/music. Hopefully things will get more interesting soon.

I've been reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being and I love it.