AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

9/2/11

Awful Music File #tmg4808Ld

Tim McGraw should never be heard on a public address system.  The high arching, box rattling, over produced, voice on top of voice thing he's got going on is about as rich sounding as a beaver going under the wheels of a semi tractor trailer.

Can you imagine being at a happy hour and hearing forty dudes belting this out in waves of hot bear and peanut shell breath while all you want to do is lose yourself and early hangover in twelve ounces of what passes for peace in your life. If you had to hear that your head would literally explode. Not figuratively. Literally. Your head would disappear in a mist of bone and brain and the rest of your body would envy it for getting the hell out of there.

On top of that is the fact that the song offers you, the listener, the worst advice on how to live life imaginable. Seriously, if you live like you're dying you'll end up doing all the shit that eventually gets people killed.  Idiots.  Well, singular.  Idiot -> Tim McGraw.

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