The Commercialization of Music Sucks!

But if it weren't for some crappy Volkswagen Beetle commercial (or was it for an Ipod?), I would have never learned about The Polyphonic Spree music, and that would have been a bad thing.

They look like this crazy hippie cult that are waiting for some space ship to come and take them back to heaven. I think every song on their album has the word "Day" in it. It's totally crazy and alien.

And I love that!

See, maybe I'm crazy, but their videos makes me want to sell all my possessions, quit my job and follow them on tour.

I could sell peanut butter sandwiches in the parking lot for gas money and trade friendship bracelets for cigarettes.

Don't tempt me, time to go out clubbing.

The emotional frontier

Something To Think About

The emotional frontier is truly the next frontier to conquer in ourselves. The opportunity of this time is that we can develop our emotional potential and accelerate rather dramatically into a new state of being.

Opportunity is often difficult to recognize; we usually expect it to beckon us with beepers and billboards.

The block of granite which is an obstacle in the pathway of the weak becomes a stepping-stone in the pathway of the strong.

Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor.

Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.

Hedwig and the Angry Inch Film

My dear friend Pat and I went to see Hedwig and the Angry Inch last Saturday night. I have never seen the film but I was in NYC when it was playing off-broadway and was well aware that it was a big underground hit.

It was sold out that night and we were very lucky to score the Hedwig and the Angry Inch tickets at the last minute. I was surprised that the film had such a widespread cult following. It just proves my theory that due to the internet, you can pretty much live anywhere now and still be on the same page as the hippest hipsters.

There was a party after the show in the theater but they had some weak drinkage, taseteless beer and fruity wine. We decided to go to another night club for some real drinks and tapas.

Jer met us and we chatted a while until I got a call from Aim asking us to come to another club. We drove over there and fought to get a parking space. We saw the line outside the door and immediately declined to participate.

This may sound elitest, but the last place I want to be is where everyone else is. Once everyone and their brother starts going somewhere, you can count me out. I don't have the patience to be packed like a sardine in with the general population. I still love the martini bar though, you'll still see me there between 5 and 8, taking advantage of happy hour.