In light of recent events - and even my more recent musings, I got to thinking. I don't presume to be the purveyor of all things altruistic. Benevolence, mental buoyancy, optimism – all that bullshit has its time and place, right? I find it far easier to write what comes to mind, whether that be the despondent dialogue of my darker side, or that sanguine shit that I’ve been spewing as of late.
So - as a turning of the tide - allow me to curmudgeon. I promise to make it justifiably worth your time – not that old-man brand of expostulation – but the kind that needs to be heard. At the very least, it deserves to be heard. Some think the memoir of a ne'er-do-well a ‘testament to dead ideas,’ but they're not whose ear I'm seeking. I'm aiming at the folk who need to hear a social commentary on why we ought to throw out our extended-dance mixes and settle down to some sensibly irresponsible, time-tested rock and roll.
I’m sick of the soulless techno travesty – I want to champion something worthwhile. More on this soon.
-IE
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