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Wednesday
May162012

Welcome to Life

Brilliant:

Sunday
Mar112012

If anything goes wrong, warn me by telepathy...

Another lost Moebius/René Laloux collaboration I gotta find, Les Maîtres du temps, from 1981:

RIP Jean Giraud! One of my favorite illustrators and comic artists.

Friday
Jul222011

Comedy Jokes

What if Christopher Cross was really mad and depressed all the time?

Wednesday
Mar302011

WWTDD?





Tuesday
Mar152011

Aww, babywantabottle?

This recent tweet from Sarah Silverman totally nailed it:

Nothing bums me out more than the 50-something never-made-it rock n roller.

So I've been thinking. It would be unreasonable to qualify that statement with "lately", as this line of thought has been an obsession for some years now, but - I've been thinking: How do I avoid being That Guy? It's more difficult than I would have thought ten or fifteen years ago. I recognize that I am still pissed off at the fates and/or certain record company execs that Deathray never "made it". I still carry all this bitter resentment and sadness over what I vainly perceive to be the tragedy of a failed career. And I know this is relatively irrational, I KNOW that. But I still can't even listen to the music we made without getting sad and pissed, and that really, really sucks.

I should just be proud of the weird little albums we made and express endless gratitude for the ride and the people who put so much hard work into that whole project, some of whom I can't even remember anymore.

I thought I had the gene, the "fuck it, it doesn't matter, I'll just pick up and do it again and again because I don't know how to do anything else" gene. But that imprinted, illogical determination just got beat out of me after literally decades of the game. My father warned me once of becoming a bitter old failed musician asshat, and at the time I took it as more negative reinforcement, you know, "screw you old man - I'm gonna MAKE it!". But, and this kills me to say it - he was right, it's a slippery 30-year-long slope.

So the question remains, how can all of that pointless and unproductive narcissism be turned around before it's not just unattractive, but actually pathological?

Hm, I dunno. I'm thinking maybe a band reunion.