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Blood, Devastation, Death, War, Horror (Shrimp)




    a rant about music




    american radio was sort of killed by greed in the 1990s and the 00s.   


    Bush and the war pigs sort of put the last bullets in, but it had been building up.

    the afterwash of the State fascists turning German Shepards and firehoses on Hippies for (nothing) whatever reason...the nasty, stomachacid afterwash of payola scandals from the 1950s...the brackish, foultasting, pukey afterwash of pay-to-play in the late eighties L. A. metal scenes...


    rock music must have had something awesome and beautiful and dangerous to say because of how it lived, dancing, avoiding bullets of psychic hatred from exploiters and fake friends who really smiled and said 'you're so khule' while waiting to kill it, hating it for its' intolerable heartfelt sincerity and useless, smarmy, cloying talk about love and care and holding hands.   that was what had to be crucified.



    under the darkened skies of rock music's golgotha, with jazz and conscious hip-hop also crucified, dead on the cross next to rock.  and that insensitive, envious, insincere Kurt Cobain who bought a farm all his own...