Montreal A BANG BANG

Man has legs that means we are mobile we have a brain that means we have independent steering from birth. It used to be a person would never leave a mile radius from where he was born, this sounds incredible now but it is true. I have always felt and will keep on feeling that one of the best things a person can do in their life is travel, go out and get lost. A mind put into turmoil is an active mind, one that can not reason with familiar surrounds. I have been fortunate enough to expand my rather smaller serfling world. My scope has been getting larger and larger soon I will be skinny dipping with polar bears and picnicking with the penguins :)but first our lovely neighbors must deal with me and my own! First there is Kinetik!

Kinetik 08

Here is the deal load up a van Friday Morning at 9am load it up with Mandana, Craig, Jeff, Tom, Xris and your truely Sean. Now get on the highway and travel 6 hours across the border into Canada, and not get arrested or at the very least killed. Done...Now Locate hotel Holiday Inn Express (Poor Stupid Bastards)



Ok checked it, drop off bags ...need booze. Ok not to sound dicky but its me so deal: Montreal sucks at booze. No top or Middle shelf no beer at all, a choice of 4 beers through out and its all shit. Ok we can deal we are strong we are viking wargods far from home.

I have come to realize this about Goths of the male persuasion - we are so freakin gay getting dressed! Fighting for mirror space, asking how things look over and over and the preening dear god the preening. Still the end result is acceptable and after a few beers and some vodka we have assembled and readied quickly after drive we get to Kinetik in time for some more drinks at the bar, very weak except the everyone loves this lychee drink its like a smirnoff ice put with that hippy edge. As a thinking animal we learn to sneak in our own - Vodka is clear like water :). Now I want this to be a lesson to all Montreal Powernoize festivals - stock the bar proper and give value for the dollar and we wont have to resort to this!

We missed Nitzer Ebb on Thursday, a few peeps couldnt get off from work, so the first band we saw on Friday after all the hanging out and scouting out the venue was Funker Vogt - very good, I never saw them live and was very please. Unlike alot of EBM acts they move around and try to perform their songs instead of just miming it. They played for awhile and much kudos to the venue the line of sight is great here.

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The Case of the Invisable Blogger

I have been gnawing on the idea of transgressions and boundaries, rights and entitlement. A small part of this mass is I feel that one can never escape the greed or encroachment of others. That rules and law do not apply but rather all is just a working perception or flexible rule. It is by will alone that law will bend too, it is by the lack of ego that will enslave a person or bind his spirit to another. I mean there are no real boundaries or true sense of self save for the hyper-aware, but even that is not necessarily the case. Psycho-babble at 11:00 am is a great thing. But my point is nothing belongs to us, nothing stays and nothing should be mourned for its departure. We take in the strength and to an extent also inherit the weakness as well. It is the body collective which actually make up the identity of the individual. In that every person to some degree is responsible for most of my actions or even philosophies. Free will is just a longer tether. What is on the other-side of the leash is a mass of energy and noise that has filtered through us since birth or even earlier if you want to debate the first second of life. We will walk into the sun naked and alone, and always unsure and always with regret. But that is it for today my singular idea of ownership versus the singular entity.

Double DIGit of the Day

Since it has been awhile and since I am hung over and in a mood for the Macabre. Allow me the privilege to present today's multi-sensory fun. First one of my favorite movies from one of my favorite authors about the best haunted house:

LEGEND OF HELL HOUSE

I don't remember the first time I saw this but I know I was young and I know that I ate this up big time, and I even have the original movie poster, which I think is such a great piece of art (see above courtesy of Mandana)

Next is related in regard to almost every song uses samples taken directly from the movie and is really more of a soundtrack to a scary movie then anything else:

Skinny Puppy - Bites

A Plea to all Serial Killers - Do some good as well

Taking a life fundamentally is wrong, I do believe life is sacred and once it is taken can not be returned. So a murder is a great, huge big sin and a murderer a very big sinner. However if you are gonna mutilate, kill or even eat people. if there is no talking you out of it. Let me please direct you to Celebrities and spoiled rich camera loving book hating wastes of life.

Terrorists, you are an obscene and despicable creation but if you are gonna scare a group of people into giving into your wishes go for their idols go celebrity. We as a society have degenerated or de-evolved into a pack of worshipping groveling sheeple who think the cult of personality is the same as having a real talent. It seems people like Flava Flav or any loud mouth retard that speaks 20 decibels above what's needed can service mankind best by taking the bullet, bowing out and going deep deep into that goodnight. For any movement if you want the best bang for your cause how about the Oscars? Where beautiful self loving over paid cue card reading simps give each other awards while pretending to have nothing but disdain for the camera when in actuality it is a freaking drug to these over-valued people.

In a land where we are force fed entertainment as church and actors and celebrities as living deities, what does that say about you or me. Since we can not stop this juggernaut, maybe we can scare the would be waitresses and car-attendants from sucking that producers dick so we might have one less George Clooney or Gwynth Paltrow. In this I do believe the end would justify the means. and if we can take out a few reality stars and actors this would most assuredly put us a few rungs higher on the ladder of life.

So this is just an idea, think it over Mr. Serial Killer or Terrorist, in a divine karmic kind of sense this would make your name just as famous and you would be doing the world a great big favor. So next time you see that lonely hitch-hiker or unattended toddler, just walk right on by and head straight to Hollywood. I would really appreciate it.

Absolute FUCK YOU

Asking every American to wake up from your media comas and ban the purchase or drinking of Absolut, fuck them and fuck anyone who supports them

Monday Musings, creeds and decries

Mine shall not stutter, it is a continuous human echoing absolute
geared up and timed to the pulse of heaven and fueled on the molten hate of hell
Smoke in mouth and tied in leather and grasping the invisible
no half sips of the kind taste of king beggar and madman
Life out of the reflective gloaming
gulping deep from the font and the sacred screed
Hand to the eternal one chosen king God and thy name is Jesus

Without falter or fail
through the maws of regret and grand sorrow
the bleak is pronounced and all to human
with wild thought and mortality winking back
with all to many voices and nothing truly said
with every disgusted gesture and eager vanity
the sweet sting like nothing else, though all to familiar

My dear infernal creation
damp and weighted by the half hearts and grazing mouths
stilted attempts stabbing n the dark
I defy you and I am better
keep talking

DIGit of the Day

The Smiths - The Queen is Dead

This album should have been proof to the world that The Smiths were not only talented and capable but also should be regarded as one of the best damn bands of all times right up there with the crusty old pop has-beens like The Beatles and Rolling Stones. Wait scratch that rather they should have been proof of that sometimes hype is just hot air and that the real substance like the Smiths are never dated and are constantly relative and engaging. The Queen is Dead is an album that every few years I fall in love with all over again. Today the affair starts once again.

Corvidae and the brilliant high

molding this mess of of a beast into something, what I have no idea only the God knows now

So the eye is but a myth and its perception is dream
hollowed out by the living glory from the center
working its feeder to the clean save for the lingering strings too resilient to give up the ghost
Did we forget our true inheritors
All is carrion and below, so we sew separate seeds to the hunger of the wind
blood is not as thick and we are drunk on the last real man
Raise the carrion crow and tie him to the burning heart of Jesus
with the appearance of a sky not red enough
the hesitation of a desperate man born of no woman
whipped and brutal feral and morose
lest we shiver and feed the murder
lest we lie down and are fed as we once fed
the bluest black sharp and its bite as razor can not
to dart left and leap downward drawn faithfully to the divine dish
of human make be it dream all dream
polished fine and decked out dirty and straight
such seamless smoke and the heart pumping liquer lighted linger
so much for goodbyes all can not be contained as delicatly as this
bubbles were meant to be popped as all virgins pinned
bloodied and wrecked so tender the scalping of moonight
Only for the Corvidae a crown
brother to the base equalizer earthborn and eternal
No dawn shall interrupt this or grace a short visit
anywhere is nowhere now a string of spittle on the lips of Mórrígan
High destroyer worshipped in secret a billion sacrificial progeny never enough
our green mistress of rape and laughter spoiling for a split second
burnt deep underground here is Fulacht na Mór Ríoghna
and all shall be served as just deserts and all is brought to absolute bone

No society shall be clean of brutal repair
no wealth can bribe an escape the gasp and the fettered torrent
How bitter is the fruit without first the cultivating seed
head and devices shamed and fixated on its own irregularity
its unfolded and shiftless tools working toward the majestic gape
It is further along and closer to the mark
it gaze always sure
the keen sense of the precious meat and its stuttering pulse wrecked and fetal
hovering ever closer with every unsure beat closer still
blacker then any other thing breathing
first blush corrupted and leaking the lasting
















Corvidae and the brilliant high

DIGit of the Day

Sisters of Mercy - Floodland


Who can mistake the power and thoughtfulness of this album. Is it a classic, yes it is truly and absolutely. From the start of Dominion/Mother Russia to the final refrain of Colours. This album is wide open and strong. Each song is related to the next in its focus and message and what is the message. Pure Nihilism and End of Days - pure Rapture and pure Goth. If this is not in your music collection you might want to ask yourself some serious question regarding your reason for breathing.