Yes.

just realized I never posted this

this is the best picture of me that exists

All the beautiful women with their zaftig curvy bodies and strong sexy feet.

The Band Scary Pockets performing a soulful iteration of Radiohead’s 1993 anti-anthem, “Creep” (On Youtube at https://youtu.be/tcNuPheBQgU)

Well that was incredible. The singer was just pouring out a heart rending, soulful rendition of Creep that would make your chest shudder.  Her possessed  driven voice was looking to smash right out of that room, like a gail force from massive unseen pipes.  She could turn from whisper to soaring then back.  

Meanwhile, the backing band  played a giddily infectious and genial vamp, like it just went right over their heads that Creep is a devastatingly sorrowful song–not melancholy, but acute anguish, bereaved loss as a freely gushing wound that doesn’t heal.But no, they carried entire duration  of the song–like it was jauntily amiable, laid back and with the purest kind of no-fucks-to-give, bounce in its gait.  For me, it recalled the sensation and storied feel of Herbie Hancock’s Fat Albert Rotunda, or the lope along good natured Linus and Lucy theme from countless Peanuts animated specials–which only added to the thick warm mallow feeling it stirred in me.  

Her voice railed with loneliness and loss.  It’s sonorous dolor filled the air enveloping the rhythm section, but instead of leaching the vitality out of them, it was like they just absorbed her energy for juice.  It cranked the mood coming off them from dopey laissez-faire to jubilation, the loping feel of the rhythm’s stride shifted subtly, rising in mood to a march. Then up from march to a joyous victory dance  without changing any tempo, dynamic, or orchestration, just like they appropriated the agony energy of her song and transformed it into an aural ecstasy  more suited to a dervish. 

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More info on them, pasted from Youtube:

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Official Website: https://scarypocketsfunk.com

Stories Channel: https://youtube.com/channel/UC-yUK_2H... 

Facebook: https://facebook.com/scarypockets

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Bandcamp: https://scarypockets.bandcamp.com

Musicians Vocals: India Carney Bass: Sam Wilkes Drums: Lemar Carter Guitar: Ryan Lerman Wurlitzer: Jack Conte  (who you might recognise from Pomplamoose) Recording Engineer: Pete Min

Remember kids, the best way to embody important values like equality, inclusion and diversity is to maintain a prioritizing hyper focus favouring your arbitrary demographic based identity group.

Always loudly demonstrate your beliefs in individual human rights, person-first ethos, anti-nationalism, anti-communism, anti-ideologism , anti-elitism, anti-classism, by shaming and castigating others for failing to conform to this enlightenment which only we possess, and has forced us to always protectively act solely in the vested interests of our group in the name of justice for all.

Think of it as being part of an eternal elite Hive granting you purpose, clarity and a badge of untouchable authority. It is essential, if we are to prevail in having our truth dominate, that you see, think and act solely through the lens of our unified group's needs, feelings, grievances and agenda. If you ever doubt, remember that is your internalized misogyny. There is only being with us, or being oppressors and we won't tolerate them. Don't worry if it sounds confusing, we have it very clearly defined for you in our discourse that no one is allowed to debate.

Be proud, aggressive and fierce about it: devalue, discredit and dismiss dissent it is the hate from out-group voices who don't want us to get our way, they are distracting noise. Opposition shouldn't be allowed to be heard, it could confuse people. If they oppose us then they are by our definition, oppressors. Whatever their needs, or any challenge or question, always be swift in calling out opposition and use anything you can to silence it. Make our voice loud and overpowering, denounce them as haters, anything it takes. That is how you will have freedom to carve out entitled space and privilege for our group. Then you just continue to self-promote us under the banner of inclusive justice and equality that no one can argue against.

I know it sounds deceitful, hypocritical and impossible to pull off, but trust us, we've been doing it for decades, no one has stopped us yet and most wouldn't dare try. Demands and shaming, always repeat what works.

Damn it!

Never gonna find that talking fish.

As renowned as the Blue Note Sleeves are, that cover from Impulse steals this show. It's a great album too. 🎼🎼🎶🎺 🎷 🎹🎶🎼🎼

There is so much great music in the world, but there is nothing like the worlds of music in jazz.

Smoking Jazz Smokers

I'm thinking about how I use tumblr. I look at weird or wonderful words and art, on the occasions that I take a break from my more regular habit of looking at sexy pics of women.

I'd like to start blending or mashing up the artsy or wordy elements with incongruent unrelated libidinous photos of women being sexy.

It would be something to do. Anything, as long as I start to occupy and ground myself, because I'll finish withering and die otherwise.

The bleak obscenity of how isolated and horrible my life was, bore down relentlessly on me me even before the pandemic rose up to join with other forces of chaos and shut our angry polarized culture down when we all sorely needed to relearn to connect.

The pandemic whooshed in like a cyclone, and the last shreds of my life were torn away in an instant, with me practically sucking for air in the void. Now, isolation and idleness is an absolute state. Virtually all my interactions in recent years were with community resources, social type services, hospitals, and shelter workers.

They've all stayed closed or been modified and telewhatevered. So, my health is eroded by physical atrophy and my mind is not grounded at all because I so seldom speak to anyone. I've started to behave erratically on the internet, leaving ten page comments in reply to strangers, adopting this tumblr page of mine, or spewing vitriolic invective at people online, like a crazy man.

So there you have it, if anyone ends up on this page.

Ironically, social media is showing me that there are millions of lonely folk needing validation, who curate their digital lives with passion. So much yearning to be seen and heard.

Unfortunately, it seems everyone is selling, no one buying: a global chorus of need howls noon and night, wanting any attention at all.

We need a Namaste Army to comb this world for the humans behind the screens.

Bodach out.

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These days the revolution is just out for blood, they ain't making a single friend.

It's still a few days til new years. My half ass goal for the next year will be to remain up this side of the soil. Mr. Gaiman, what the bugnuts is the Good Madness?

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

— Neil Gaiman (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)