Blarghity Rant Rant.
- I feel like I'm waiting for a catastrophe to kick my writing back into gear. Sure I've written a few songs over the past couple of months, but nothing of any consequence. Nothing of any enduring value. Just stupidly simple ranting bags of bullshit litter my notebook. There is one shining diamond in the morass of nothingness, but even it lies there stuck to the paper unfinished and undone. I can only hope either this writer's block bullshit will relent or something so out of the ordinary will happen that it will inspire music to once again come pouring forth from my mind, hands, and pen... maybe sex... yeah that might do the trick... or death... either will do at this point.
Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode. So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today.
All that and people still insist that they know exactly where they belong?
Well considering recent events have marked the earthbound spiral that has left what was once known as piximo records burning in a pile of refuse to foul to mention in any true detail, this song seems to fit. On the bright side Johnny Travant is already rallying a fresh set of troops to his new baby Square One Records. I’ll keep posting updates about how its coming together and of course as my album “The Road To Desolation” inches ever closer to completion whoever cares to read this blather will know it. Until then salud.
