ALL THAT JAZZ

As one gets older, one no longer conforms, or for that matter, relaxes. The old age adage that one sells out and mellows out with the passing of time is bullshit. You just become more entrenched in whatever it was you started off as. The angry young men become grumpy old men, raging against the world in impotent or incontinent old age.

But some of us are born complacent. Happy. Easy sheeple. Easy to rule, easy to control. Just give them comfort and warmth, and they�ll do anything you want, however you want it. It�s easy, of course.

But there�s one thing that drives me absolutely up the wall. Incandescent with rage (as if I am never not raging like a bull). And that is bland, dull, boring fucking music. People given the gift of musical talent and a technically able voice, but born blind, visionless, dumb like moles, blind and lost without a muse. Spewing forth, dull, mindless drivel (such as the asinine, mundane �Closest Thing To Crazy� by A.N.Onymous), that is about nothing.

Music that says nothing, expresses nothing, and means nothing. It�s meaningless. Wallpaper for the ears. Redundant and a waste of plastic. That�s all it is : the equivalent of kipple, trash, brainless junk designed merely to shift units like baked beans. That�s all it is.

A LITTLE SOUL

Too many people who don�t love music are making it. Too many people who see music as a career, a stepping stone to stupendous riches, and who don�t need music the way I do, who don�t feel music the way I do, are corrupting and polluting my world. They don�t make music because they need to, they don�t make music because it compels them, they make music because its hey, quite relaxing and you can get rich that way.

Even if I don�t like it, give me music that�s honest. Something I can believe in. Goddamit, give me something real. Give me feelings not fakery. Give me something real, not faux middles class angst. I need music, and good music. Music from the soul, for the soul. If you make music without meaning, then that is what you are. Meaningless. And as far as I�m concerned, you�re forfeited you�re reason to exist. What are you doing here? Making meaningless music? You�re wasting time. You�re filling the world with self-indulgent, meaningless rubbish.

Clear the way. There�s artists and visionaries coming through. Stop holding the human race back. We�re here for a reason. We�re here to push the human race forward. We�re here to go.