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Everything is coming apart.

The world is tilting on multiple converging global crises.

The question is,

what would Bob Dobbs do?

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

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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

As if I have the option not to.

Come ye reynards and vixens in the night. There's hares about.

The force is with us.

Are you?

Here are some of the images I created for Topp’s new series of trading cards, Star Wars: Chrome Perspectives. It was a blast to make them, and I’m gratified that the folks who’ve seen them seem to dig them.

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.

Actually, love tends to bloom between people who are not just at their best, but performing well past that level, a hyperbest. The chemicals(basically all of them) that burst into overdrive with infatuation are to ensure pair bonding, so they supe us up to be more charming than we usually are, more funny, more patient and genial, more doting and interested, more carefree, more romantic, and to feel inspired like they haven't been in ages, delerious with the mere thought of the other person. Nothing feels wrong in the world, nothing can bring the person down. This drugged out love psychosis can last six months or more.

So, what sort of person is relating to this quote about being such a mess and the mess pretending all that love walking on by must just not be real, right? Like a little baby fairy tale about unconditional love. Except unconditional is not meant to be bestowed on an adult.

Love between adults is necessarily and deservedly replete with conditions and boundaries and deal breakers. That's something the head shrinkers with all their crazy jargon would label "healthy". Compare that with the girl shopping around, who has an important condition of her own that Prince Charming be sturdy and resilient to her messes while staying unconditionally true and taking care of her.

Be very wary of girls who like this sort of accountability shirking qualification. The fantasy validating the true loved mess is everything because they are always a mess and the mess is a very big problem.

You see a similar sentiment in the spookily common meme that reads , "if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best". This is an extra special red flag. Women who like this idea live in a paradoxical delusion about themselves.

These are women who spend a great deal of time at their worst, and if they have a best, it is like the fine China only for when the Queen is coming. So this girl who is a disregulated hurricane prone harpy has the sort of divergent mind that can cut a swathe of destruction and misery everywhere she goes but still have a diva level delusion of how precious and special she is and that her mythical best that perhaps no one has ever even seen is some extraordinary one-of-a-kind prize worthy of a perfect super human endurance doormat who will perpetually caretake her massive maintenance requiring hysterical mess. It's worth a shot. There are masochistic self loathing broken souls qualified for the job. She just has to nab one.

People express truths about themselves that aren't always apparent up front, but can be glimpsed with the smallest of gestures. The sorts of quotations, slogans and memes that resonates with a person are worth your attention, maybe even the fact that they are drawn to epigrams and aphorism in the first place is a flag. It perhaps suggests a hole in the person, a lost neediness seeking direction and reassurance constantly, not to mention a lazy attitude about fixes.

The ones demanding tolerance of their awfulness or conversely warning you off if you can read it, are a subset of this greater cohort who've earned a now cliché caution, that people who surround themselves with inspirationals are not the inspired or even the meagerly functional, but usually the neurotically depressed.

Those "don't give up right before the miracle arrives" vampires are worse than just an Eyeore. Eyeore is a pathetic creature mired in his mopey pessimism, but a sympathetic one, as well as being possessed of a certain self awareness and delimiting the amount of time he inflicts himself on others. The Inspirationals seeking are starving, voraciously seeking anything soothing, anything to feel momentarily better, or a facimile of whole. They're definitely not seeking personal accountability, it is anathema to them, requiring the impossible of them, like honesty, reflection, effort and acceptance. When they see you amble up, all you are is a big ol' rail of coke to them. To consume.

Heed the warnings, because they can exhude the most charismatic lures just long enough to dig their tendrils in to you. It's too late then. By then you're just a feed trough. For a while. Til you're empty.

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

My inner self checking in, during the middle of night when no one is around to hear.