I heard a clip with a woman from the 90’s, she was talking about the moment.
She said “I was standing on stage with Korn and Limp Bizkit and I realized…our scene is over. It has ended”
It has died .. 😢
How melancholy.
How poignantly sad and perfectly articulated..
When your music generation dies.. 😢😢
Happens to all of us, not just yours.
Everything isn’t about you…
And I don’t have Anything against Korn. And I think limp biskit’s guitar player is neat,,an original guy..
,……
“That” music took over the circles I was running in…
Drum heavy, dropped guitar tunning….
The sad ,loud ballads just went away .
My favorite stuff, and rock grooves..
The groove went away. The beauty of the riff...
Everything became about the drum hits .
“CHUG CHUG CHUG…DAAAADADAADAA”
Bleh..
Then some bands came around that were clearly trying to be other bands …
(rambling)
Yes… sorry.
It made me think of cycles and how everything turns.. and how what’s popular is merely a wheel…
Round and in motion.
(like a sea lion on a treadmill)
And what flavors spoke to you might come back around..
But you won’t be young again 🌱
You won’t get that energy back.
You won’t feel the same…
And my scene died in 1999, while Auf de marr was on stage with the next generation..
(you don’t miss the music,you miss how it made you feel)
No..
I think what was “popular” in the 90’s.. I think it was Better …I thu k it was more accessible than the music now.
(old ppl always hate the next phase of music…duh 🙄)
And I do like the music now much more than the 2000’s.
Everyone has a voice so you might catch some independent spirits..
Some individual talents… Independent…
And I dig it 👍
(cant get your thoughts out,can you?)
Nah!
I’m typing on the phone and pacing around..I fucking hate that ..
(Too wound up to even sit down and get your thoughts together..tisk tisk)
😔 😮💨
You’re right.
You speak the truth .
(you‘re wasting it)
You’re right…
I’m gonna go.. shower and get ready for bed..
(wash your nutsack)
And behind my ears..I know..
(you really disrespect the concept of a diary sometimes…)
I know!
My boy Kev chimes in if I hit a topic that he has feelings about…
I forget that my pal actually reads this and then I feel like I have to respect their time.. because I respect them and appreciate the listen..
The ear.
I do…
But…
But but but but but…
I like feeling like I’m alone.
I think there’s magic in there, sometimes.
And sometimes it’s useful..
And I should take it easy on the gravity feeling.
I can’t be entertaining.
(good, because you’re not)
And that right there! that’s another part I like…
Talking mad shit like a Frisco soufflé..
Ebenezer’s biscuits and long stories about crickets.
And it goes hush.
Easy…easy now..slow down ..
Calm..
Calm..
When I briefly played with meditation..
-i would visualize a yellow highlighter . Glowing under a black light.
-then i would change the form, from a solid to a gas ..
-then i would visualize my breath 🫁 taking in the glowing mist, holding it in my lungs,in the dark room…
And exhaling…
See the neon cloud exit your body..
Sometimes I’d change the color…
Maybe greens or purples..
(hey asshole)
What?
(what In the fuck are you talking about?)
I’m talking about turning yellow markers into gas..and breathing them ..
(how can you possibly think that marijuana is a good thing for you?
How?
Look at you…
Look at the time we’ve just wasted.
IN NOWHERE)
(nowhere with nothing
(nowhere)
…….
..y..ye …
Yes.
(finally ,he admits it..)
But I’m King Here..
(HOLY SHITBALLS! )
I am..
(King of a fuckin burger king)
Hey!
Don’t smack talk poor people food … people have the freedom of choice and the right to sell poison to the masses….
(I’m leaving..)
Alright..
(I hope you get run over by a dump truck tomorrow)
Think we could talk again?
(exasperated)
dusk 