Saturday, May 20, 2017

Even When She Just Had to Crash (Yesssss)

Honestly, Drunkards, right now I have a backlog of blog topics.

Sweeeeeeeeeet.
I'd rather write about how Bestest Friend is handling her daughter's Senior Prom tonight. How the President of the United States bragged to the Russians about firing the Director of the FBI. How my mom is having heart surgery in five days.

Among other things.

Instead, I'm writing about this,because knee-jerk outrage sometimes helps us cope with larger, much more complex emotional scenarios.

So here goes.

Some Canadian college students have apologized for playing Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side" at an event, expressing regrets for its "transphobic" lyrics.

Honest to effing Christian God.

You guys.

I don't remember exactly when, or how, I first discovered Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground.

My best guess is 1982-1983, which was a uniquely tumultuous time in my life.

I'm almost positive that my dear friend Trips had something to do with it (because she also introduced me to Bob Marley, the Cure, XTC, Talking Heads, and so many others).

The thing is, I have all of VU's official releases on vinyl, as well as all of their unofficial output on CD. I'm not unique in claiming Lou Reed and VU as major influences on my musical taste and societal attitude.

I'm just lucky to be included in such a rarefied group.

"Walk on the Wild Side" is a very special solo track from Mr. Reed. It was produced by David Bowie, and together they created a deeply haunting and affecting song. One of my favorite singles ever. Ever, ever, ever.

It is - famously - about trans people and others seeking a place in society.

It is - unabashedly - honest and non-judgmental about those people.

In the back room she was everybody's darling.
The fact that being inclusive and accepting of a minority like trans people can be twisted into transphobia by those who actually serve to silence alternative viewpoints...

makes me effing sick.

People who are different from me don't hurt me.

I don't understand why I (and like-minded others) have to keep broadcasting this opinion.

Be different.

I will be envious.

I will support you and love you.

Those who condemn you for being different...

Need to suffer the consequences of a global fuck-off, you bigoted twats.

I can't guarantee that.

But I support it.

Love is love.

And I love everyone reading this.

Please share that.

OK?

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Placeholder Guinea Pigs

Oh gosh, I just realized that I haven't written a post since the sad poem I wrote because last week was tough.

Because when the going gets tough, the tough write sad poems. Apparently.

Anyway, things are good. I have a post I want to write, but it's already getting late and it requires me to download pictures from my phone, and who wants to do that? Not me right now.

Here's my "I can't even" face.
Still, I don't want my sad little poem to be the first thing people see when (if) they visit my little corner of the Web. So here's something to keep folks entertained until I do my next real post.

Which WILL be awesome. People will LAUGH and CRY and WET THEMSELVES. /sean spicer voice

I leave you with guinea pigs, Japanese innovation, and the greatness of Parry Gripp.




Next up: Why you should definitely invite me to your next silent auction.