Ok so I had this whole thought....

So everyone likes to bitch about global warming and how we're destroying the earth with all of our excessive usage of natural resources. I got to thinking, who said humans were the biggest threat to the earth? Seems to me the earth is pretty damn adaptable. And so are humans. Think about the evolutionary history of the human species. We're more resilient, stronger, live longer lives and generally thrive in almost any climate or terrain on this planet. There are very little places anymore that you can't find humans settled into, adapting to, and enjoying.

With this said, the earth has also changed with the course of man...or even a bit quicker. I find it interesting that humans forget how easily this earth could take our precious life and devour it. But the earth will still be here...we won't. The earth will still spin around the sun in our solar system...in our galaxy... Sure, it may not be the earth we know and love today, but it will still be there. We have 8 other planets (and yes I still consider Pluto a planet!) spinning around the sun to prove it. Sure, they do not contain life as WE understand life to be...but maybe they did. This is something scientists have been trying to prove for decades. At any rate, if there was life on Mars or Neptune at one point in time, it could have easily been taken away as it could on earth.

Think in terms of the natural pecking order, or food chain if you will, on our planet. Humans insist they are the top creature to take rank and we have general domain over the other living creatures here on earth. Now expand outside of earth--next we have the sun, which certainly takes top rank over us in the solar system. Without the sun, we die. With too much sun, we die. It is a delicate balance that human have adapted to over the centuries--survival in either too little or two much sun. (visit Cleveland if you want to know how lack of sun survival works)

Now wouldn't it be something to imagine our solar system has its own pecking order--where the sun takes top rank and sustains the remaining planets. Earth may be the only to harbor life due to its evolutionary pattern of development and or immunity to the destructive nature of the sun. Earth contains the essential chemicals to balance the effects of the sun and sustain life from this invisible chemical fuel constantly pumping through our atmosphere.

To break it down thus far, in terms of the "food chain" at large..humans are the top on earth. the sun is the top in the solar system. And one can only imagine how our galaxy plays into the greater vast area of outer space.

Does this idea comfort me? Absolutely. If you remove the idea of "God" from EVERYTHING, the whole organized religious nonsense created by man, you're left with a very primal notion that consistently proves itself to be true on earth. There is a pecking order. Everything has a fair shot at survival, but only if they can survive through strength, adaptability, genetic superiority, and sheer will. The sun is living, if it were not, how could we survive? If the light goes out and the mechanisms stop working, so do we. So humble yourself for a moment...think about the bigger picture.

Where the fuck did music come from?

I mean really...sit and think about it. How did man go from some cave-dweller to a composer? Was it some great moment like when the first man discovered fire? I imagine it began with singing..as people began to explore their vocalizations, of course someone would sing. They'd imitate sounds they heard in nature. Then the percussion from nature provided the constant beat and then that beat was built upon..the rest is history.

Trying to disect the origins of music is like trying to figure out which part of your turd was the last bite. It's just something you let be...let develop..let fester in your brain. If you force it, you miss the point. Music can elevate your mood, reduce stress...even more so than sex...and release more chemicals into your brain to signal love, compassion, empathy, joy, excitement, and relaxation than any drug on the planet. The key to kicking a wicked drug addiction is music--its a replacement therapy. The right music, tuned to the right portion of your brain...it's medicine to the sick tissue. It's transcending time, influencing decisions, and craving all of your attention. The correct speed can generate euphoric dopamine rushes, curb appetite, signal adrenaline responses, and cause the listener to quite literally fall in love with the atmosphere. You can always tell the junkies. They walk with a certain swagger that curtails the beat in their head, constantly propelling them forward, constantly the soundtrack to every moment and movement in their lives.

I am a junkie. I cannot go more than an hour in my day without listening to some form of music. My weapon of choice is electronic. But to call it something as simple as "electronic" puts it in such a tight little box...and if there's anything this music is, its not tight or diminishing. It opens my mind, frees my thoughts and creates a high unlike anything I've ever experienced. And I've experienced a lot in my 27 years on this planet. But nothing like this. Nothing like being physically and mentally cured by an auditory response to noise in an organized fashion. I cannot live without it. House, techno, tech-house, minimal, old, new, obscure, all of it, I cannot get enough. I am a junkie. I am an addict. I LIVE FOR THIS MUSIC. But its not just the music...its my entire lifestyle. I am an explorer, an enthusiast for experience, constantly craving something new and challenging to expand the parameters of my tiny existence on this giant spinning rock in space. Music connects me to the other like-minded people out there. Its like a secret handshake...we can spot each other, we cling to each other..we depend on each other for survival. The tribe of music encompasses everyone from all walks of life. We are, in an essence the meaning of life. I've found a purpose. I've found comfort. I could die alone but with Jamie Jones or Seth Troxler...or any one of the hundred or so DJ's controlling my final soundtrack, I'd feel as though I'm united with the entire galaxy.

How did I get to this point? How did I become so dependent? Does it matter? Not really, not as soon as the music starts. I can go for hours, my heart and brain provide all of the nourishment my body needs to constantly move to the beat. Its the runner's high times infinity. Its beyond any experience I will ever have. I'm a junkie...I just can't stop myself.

Which brings me to how the notion of a self-fulfilling prophecy intertwines with this music. I cannot help but feel incredibly happy, focused, and energetic with I listen to certain songs.

I've totally lost my train of thought and realize how completely pointless my trying to explain how I feel about music is....shit, you either get it or you don't. I don't need to sell anyone on it. I certainly don't need to sell myself on it.

Fuck that was some good bud.

lake erie.

thanks Thom...you nailed it.

"Up On The Ladder"
Radiohead--In Rainbows, Disc 2

I'm stuck in the tardis
Trapped in hyperspace
One minute snake charming
The next in another place

All the right moves and
Earn the right percent
Watch me dance like a puppet
You can almost see the strings

Give me an answer
Give me a sign
I've been climbing up this ladder
I've been wasting my time

So long, so long
So long, so long

Up on the ladder
No time to escape
Up on the ladder
Away for fucking sake

Up on the ladder
Try to call out your name
Up on the ladder
You're all the fucking same

Oh, you let the people down
You let the people down
You let the people down

slow down baby

We're moving along at breakneck speeds. A few moments to catch up would be a few moments too many. The Weird want you to slow down, become complacent and docile. Not me, ho ho. The train has left the station and you're either on it, or you're getting run over on the tracks.
Problem is we're flying full speed ahead in the wrong direction.

The Kingdom of Weird

It has begun.


Welcome to the new world kids. What has become of us? Who am I? Better yet, who are you? Just where do we draw the line in the sand and take a stand?
Organic chemistry will define us in some certain terms and I do not intend to challenge organic chemistry, but I've come to terms with the fact that we're just weird. When you use that kind of word to describe someone, the circuits in your brain will automatically call up certain sensory responses and mental images. Maybe it's that ravenous beast Bush, who wastes every dollar we give him. Or it's your dad who voted for him. Maybe it's the straight man that looks sideways at any fruit loop that crosses his path (dare not insult a man's manhood), like he were a black cat...or a venomous snake. No, we know who the venomous snakes are. They don't need to be classified as weird. They avoid the weird just as much as I do. Weird is the pervert that steals little children out of their bed in the night. Or the computer nerd that can type faster than he can hand write. Ho-ho.
Can we come to some sort of compromise here? I'm not asking for a whole lot other than the truth. But, you ask the same four people for the truth and you'll get four personal versions that couldn't deviate more from the truth if it bit them in the foot. Ask the same four people who witnessed the planes smash and explode into those two shining middle fingers to the entire Middle-East what happened that day and you'll get four totally different explanations. It's just human nature to exaggerate the truth...or try to define it by reasonable terms in the capacity your brain can handle.
"It was like someone threw a bomb 400 feet in the air and detonated it! Kablooey!" Exclaimed Steve as he cowered behind a mailbox on 3rd Avenue.
"I don't know what happened...but I'm angry!" exalted Bob as he pounds a Bud in honor of those dead souls that leaped from the upper floors.
"It must have been some kind of solar flare...Some kind of natural phenomenon that caused those planes to fly off course. What else could it be? No one would want to hurt the great country of America!" The sheep bleated.
Mikey was convinced it was the Martians. He's been warning us for years about those god damned little green men and we never took him seriously. But now they're unloading into our nation by the twos and threes. Knocking down our women and knocking down our trees. And where the hell are all the bees?!
I'm getting distracted. Luckily Walmart will fill my prescriptions for the 10,000 new diseases and conditions I have developed since September 11th for under $4. Ye-haw!
The mere thought of little green Martians hiding behind the cloak of black linen waiting for the very moment you feel safe to blow the whole thing up is absurd. But so is the idea of terrorism. We've been terrorizing each other for eons. Amazingly we've managed to carry AND make a profit.

"Any sales today?! How much will I save?? What's the percentage off?"
"99% off ma'am. 99% off EVERYTHING. It all has to go! We're going out of business!"
"Oh no! How could that be? You have such great products! Why are you going out of business?"
"No one wants to buy from the little guy anymore. We tried to satisfy the price-conscious and still offer a high quality product, but we had to outsource to do it."
"Oh, you mean everything is made in China? Forget it....Can't we get ANYTHING made in America anymore?"
"Not for 99% off! We'd have to charge double to make a clean profit and stay in business!"
"I don't care if you're in business. I just want to save money...that's why I buy everything at Walmart. I even bought my cemetery plot at the Everyday Low-Price of $499 for when the Arabs blow up another building! They're going to have these nice strong Mexican boys dig the hole extra deep so the earthworms don't eat my brains out until 2025! It's guaranteed!"
"Well I sure hope you enjoy the fine service those strong young Mexicans provide. It'll be a great trip to Hell in that discount casket you bought at Walmart."
"But they have the best prices in town. And they were throwing in a headstone for my dead dog too...at 99% cheaper than the competitor."
"How many competitors did you get price quotes from for your grave?"
"Well..none I guess. I just went to Walmart like the TV told me to. They told me they guaranteed the lowest price. Why would they lie? Good Christians don't lie."
"Well don't ya say!? I wonder if Jesus himself was quoted! Someone needs to call the Associated Press! This is a big news story on our hands. Good Christians don't LIE. Someone's got to tell the masses, or we're going to have more weirdness on our hands!"

They all lie. Over and over again....To everyone that crosses them and stands in their way of getting what they want. They'll throw you into the pit if they thought it'd get them ahead in heaven...or into any position of power in this reality. Ask our Commander in Chief. He's the main Weird in charge of the second coming of Christ.

Pretty soon we're all going to be made in China... if the market is right. Truth is we've been outsourcing our work to those millions of little hands for decades at a fraction of the price commanded by the US job-market. With union rules and the inevitable strikes...heh, there's a term for you lazy and repugnant pigs. STRIKE- Refusal to work and commanding more money. You spoiled rats had it made! But you got fat heads and thought you didn't need to to the work anymore. So, the Weird went to China and got someone else to do it. Someone who won't complain, but will work and take our money until they've gained enough knowledge of our economic system to destroy it.
A revolution is at hand. Throughout history we've been taught that revolution is the outcome of power changing hands. It can be pretty damn violent. The blood stains on the Lincoln Memorial will be hard to clean up when we get through with these greedy bastards. We're going to have to print new money to pay for the messes we're making.
By then though, the money printing will be outsourced to China where we get twice the bills for half the buck. If we knew what was good for us, we'd tear them limb from limb now while we still have half a shot. And it's only going to get as good as HALF a shot cuz they have us outnumbered by the trillions. Suck the meat from the bone and form a huge drum circle to celebrate the uprising.
"Finally, a lift in humanity! For once in history, we'll show THEM. We'll beat on their dried skins pulled over empty kegs of Bud and make thunder jealous of our sound."
American sound. The kingdom of ego and idiots. The Kingdom of Weird.