meditate and destroy
magicians, outlaws, pirates and ghosts...
The Minutemen, Bad Brains, Black Flag, Buzzcocks, MC5, Beehive and the Barracudas, Refused, Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros, The Clash, Bonecrusher, Iggy, The Stooges, Slayer, The Jam, CIV, Agent Orange, Booker T and the MG’s, Otis Redding, Misfits, Snapcase, Straight Faced, Desmond Dekker and the Aces, Tom Waits, Bowie, Cocksparrer, Sabbath, The Sonics, Dead Boys, T.S.O.L., New York Dolls, Killing Joke, The Damned, Fugazi, The Libertines, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Billy Bragg, Mississippi John Hurt, The Pogues, The Blasters, Joanna Newsom, Au Pairs, Sham 69, Motorhead, Ken Booth, Symarip, Toots and the Maytals, Willie Williams, Bjork, Naked Aggression, Rudimentary Peni, Redemption 87, Verbal Abuse, MDC, HFL, R.K.L., Zero Boys, Iron Maiden, Cro-Mags, Agnostic Front, D.R.I., Gorilla Biscuit, Ignite, Oi Polloi, One Way System, Poison Idea, The Accused, Jolie Holland, Dizzy, Django, Parker, Sidney Bechet, Bessie Smith, Gustavo Santaolalla, The Clancey Brothers and Tommy Makem, and oh so much more…
true romance, shawshank redemption, but i'm a cheerleader, suburbia, we jam econo, may, baraka, devil's rejects, angels with dirty faces, something wicked this way comes, ararat, the quiet man, papillon, hellraiser, night of the demons, hour of the wolf, the seventh seal...
kill your god
the invisibles - grant morrison, the chronicles of narnia - cs lewis, condensed chaos - phil hine, something wicked this way comes - ray bradbury, hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy - douglas adams................AND....................This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty ... what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse....To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.It is to you, Tania, that I am singing. I wish that I could sing better, more melodiously, but then perhaps you would never have consented to listen to me. You have heard the others sing and they have left you cold. They sang too beautifully, or not beautifully enough.It is the twenty-somethingth of October. I no longer keep track of the date. Would you say--my dream of the 14th November last? There are intervals, but they are between dreams, and there is no consciousness of them left. The world around me is dissolving, leaving here and there spots of time. The world is a cancer eating itself away.... I am thinking that when the great silence descends upon all and everywhere music will at last triumph. When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written. You, Tania, are my chaos. It is why I sing. It is not even I, it is the world dying. shedding the skin of time. I am still alive, kicking in your womb, a reality to write upon. *********************** the tropic of cancer - henry miller
not heroes but reality beacons******************sid grant ***** uncle al ***** the other uncle al *****natas*****AND THIS HORSE!