the things you set in motion
always come back to you—
like monsters and madness
this head full of hatred
that feeds on your future
til bloated and sated
it's thriving inside of you,
calling you out.
alive in your children,
possessing your house
so smile, smile, smile
while you’ve still got the lips.
Television
Books
Disorientation is loss of the East. Ask any navigator: the east is what you sail by. Lose the east and you lose your bearings, your certainties, your knowledge of what is and what may be, perhaps even your life. Where was that star you followed to that manger? That's right. The east orients. That's the official version. The language says so, and you should never argue with the language.
But let's just suppose. What if the whole deal - orientation, knowing where you are, and so on - what if it's all a scam? What if all of it - home, kinship, the whole enchilada - is just the biggest, most truly global, and centuries-oldest piece of brainwashing? Suppose that it's only when you dare to let go that your real life begins? When you're whirling free of the mother ship, when you cut your ropes, slip your chain, step off the map, go absent without leave, scram, vamoose, whatever: suppose that it's then, and only then, that you're actually free to act! To lead the life nobody tells you how to live, or when, or why. In which nobody orders you to go forth and die for them, or for god, or comes to get you because you broke one of the rules, or because you're one of those people who are, for reasons which unfortunately you can't be given, simply not allowed. Suppose you've got to go through the feeling of being lost, into the chaos and beyond; you've got to accept the loneliness, the wild panic of losing your moorings, the vertiginous terror of the horizon spinning round and round like the edge of a coin tossed in the air.
You won't do it. Most of you won't do it. The world's head laundry is pretty good at washing brains: Don't jump off that cliff don't walk through that door don't step into that waterfall don't take that chance don't step across that line don't ruffle my sensitivities I'm warning you now don't make me mad you're doing it you're making me mad. You won't have a chance you haven't got a prayer you're finished you're history you're less than nothing, you're dead to me, dead to your whole family your nation your race, everything you ought to love more than life and listen to like your master's voice and follow blindly and bow down before and worship and obey; you're dead, you hear me, forget about it, you stupid bastard, I don't even know your name.
But just imagine you did it. You stepped off the edge of the earth, or through the fatal waterfall, and there it was: the magic valley at the end of the universe, the blessed kingom of the air. Great music everywhere. You breathe the music, in and out, it's your element now. It feels better than "belonging" in your lungs.
Vina was the first one of us to do it. Ormus jumped second, and I, as usual, brought up the rear. And we can argue all night about why, did we jump or were we pushed, but you can't deny we all did it. We three kings of Disorient were.
And I'm the only one who lived to tell the tale...
from "the ground beneath her feet"
salman rushdie
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emmanuel seyoum kill.redneck.cocksucker.garbage.culture Posted at 6:26 AM Sep 30 view more
Who I'd like to meet: vocalists, toasters, turntablists, percussionists, celloists, violin players, wind players, horn sections, other producer/engineers and people who can bounce a rattan chinlon ball off one bare foot while belting out songs about how much they love hot dogs.
Nice vintage synth. Can't beat the warm lush sounds of the old school analogs. I'm prolly gonna end up going for a Korg when I get to that staqe. Only thing is that I'm gonna have to get one that can sequence because I'm more of a bassist than a key player.
"Redneck. Cocksucker. Garbage. Culture?" Ha ha ha that one had me laughin. That would be a cool thing to work into the title of an album if it weren't so.... ummm...direct. :) You should get a copyright on that phrase.
I haven't been as active as I wanna be musicwise, I've got an album worth of stuff that I did with an industrial band on DAT which is dated and even older crap that I did with a punk band on casette ( remeber those). I've been jamming with a DJ programmer and a few stray musicians and we'll probably start talking about turning it into something when we finally figure out each others vibes. Let me know how the project turns out, sounds like cool madness.
Hells yeah bro!!! Your stuff be soundin mmaaaad nizzzzice!!! Fckin soundscapes man. Them shits is soundscapes! You should kidnap some emcees and songstresses and play that stuff on a stage. Unless playing live and doing shows isn't your thing.
I've been good. I was playin bass for a local band but it didn't work out. I think I they wanted to do softer stuff and I can't really flow that way. They were cool guys though and they moved on and we're still friends and we might jam together if they decide that they wanna do indie rock.
I finally got over my obsession with Ensonique synths and now I'm shoppin around for a synth (synthesizer) that has full sounds but is user friendly so if you have any suggestions then shoot them my way.
man, i haven't checked myspace in forever. starting to remember why. doesn't look like it's evolved much. a trip to portland? you said that 5 months ago now. i'd be up for it if you have room at your mansion.
'Sup bro. Sorry no photos of madness or craziness. Public transportation was sheer hell and it was freezing. I didn't really have any plans to go to the concert or the inauguration but I did go bar hopping which is much more important.;) The weirdest thing that we experienced while hopping and becoming one with the chaos was the really strange realization that genarally in D.C. everybody was nicer. I mean EVERYBODY. That shit was weird man. It really freaked me out. There was just a whole lotta love in D.C. on that day. Too much love. Dude... it was way gross. I kinda doubted Obama at first but I guess that if he can make so many people in D.C. feel that much love even for just one day then maybe he really is the son of God like people have been saying. Wow....
There were political discussions,beer, whiskey, smiling happy people and enough vomit on the streets to fill ponds, rivers and lakes!!! It was the first time I had ever seen this sign: :)
I remember you from AP...and, aha, I saw your pic and instantly knew it was you......unfortunately, I didn't use my telepathic abilities for this one.....lmao.....which is baaaaaaadddddd!!!! I've got to hone these abilities so that I can forewarn the world of the upcoming madness....and enlightenment....!!!!!
Sorry for the delay, the SE-1x is my best friend...literally, I've spent so much time with it, all my friends won't talk to me anymore...I also picked up the nord modular and got rid of every other synth I had...the SE and NM pretty much do everything I could ever want...
I just finished Ph.D. apps so I might actually have time to make tracks again, so I'm hoping to put up some new work here in the next couple of weeks, I'll be sure to let you know.
'Sup bro, nice to hear from you. D.C. is fckin getting ready to Fckin EXPLODE!!!!The inauguration is gonna be insane! The bars here are gonne be open 24hours. I predict total insanity on the streets and I mos def plan to be a part of it. Not because I believe that Obama will bring the change that he promises but because lots of cats pretty much have the the day off (myself included :)) If I remember to take pictures like I'm supposed to I'll float you some pics. Stay tuned... tu amigo Googy Jux
porter, you sloppy iowan pig-fucker-- my commitment to the drinking season is beyond question-- god knows i've got all the scars to prove it. now tighten up that buzz before i send you back into the corn to ponder your transgressions and figure out how you're gonna repeat that gorgeously ill guitar work on the rest of the album. don't make me call up mama harp and have her take away all your drinking privileges...
If I was DUMB enough to leave you a voice mail message calling you out for being the big fat pussy that you are regarding your obvious lack of respect for drinking season; certainly that deserves to be shared with the rest of the world...
Fire Comedy (recording) Cannon at will.
Just remember, payback (as the late, great James Brown would say) is a bitch and I am sitting on the absolute best lead I've ever put on ANY track EVER (that would be yours, dumbass).
PS - Daddy bought a couple of new toys - let's sched a follow up to finish what we got. I still think you are sitting on a potentially MASSIVE hit.
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