Art as a weapon, as inoculations to fight off the digital disease and decay of present day ---------- as the digital veil blankets us like an airborne virus ------------- we are all becoming pixilated ---------- broken down into pixals and sound files/ virtual relationships -------------- Digital Madness! Art used as a vaccine against this digital virus / imagination for the sake of our souls ------------------- last strands of humanity clinging ----------------------- humanity snuffed out -------------------------- Progress? For what? For whom?
Maybe all we were all along was a digital signal, a transmission, a flash of light in the darkness ------------------- maybe, we’re just going home to our reception. Burroughs sees it as the enemy plan to reduce all human life to “simple binary coding,” to condense and assimilate the entire planet: “The cyclotron processes image ---------- It’s the microfilm principle------smaller and smaller, more and more images in less space pounded down under the cyclotron to crystal image meal.” Language is both the poison and the cure.

........ jb

Tolstoy's Toothache

By the time you have finished this story, I will have gone. For good. Never should have been here. Didn’t belong. Never did. I’ll become a distant memory like the toothache radiating along the left side of my jaw, just as the earthquake radiated along southern California that day. A 4.5 if my memory serves me right. The pain was unbearable. The rotten tooth had to go and quick. It had to come out, much like this. It had to leave with the summer and disappear as we did that fall. We had to go, and fast. The quake that day shook everything clear. Or was it the pain? Shit, maybe it was the pain killers. Clarity rattled us on up to the great northwest. We came for the weather is what we told em. By us, I mean my wife and me. This all coming from seemingly untoward situations. This being a life destined to evaporate with the rest. Ah, but the only real light to have ever blasted my soul, my heart, is my wife, Anna. She has a walk with a light firm step like no one else. I could watch her stroll for the eternal everlasting. The so called failures, hardships, gripes, discomforts, betrayals, mistakes, earthquakes and toothaches led to this moment right here right now. Another kind of vision all together. The torture has been worth it and will continue to be. All essential steps, to our personal Zen.

"Everything is permitted because nothing is true. It is all make-believe.......illusion.....dream.....art. When art leaves the frame and the written word leaves the page, not merely the physical frame and page, but the frames and pages that assign the categories. A basic disruption of reality itself occurs. The literal realization of art."

- William Burroughs

"Steel is strong because it knew the hammer and white heat."
- Johnny Cash

I listened and not a moment too late. Still, no definitive answer. We get lost groping the shadows of the past. It is disturbing how many folks and situations there are in a person’s past that have become motionless. The living folks we’ve lost in the depths of time rest soundly with the dead as a similar darkness blankets them all. We forget to remember. We have no idea anymore whom to awaken, the living or the dead. Or even which team we happen to be on. Nothing like a near death experience to wake ya right up to remembering. Yes, that’s the team I’m on at the moment. I slid into my cubicle that day like a hot comforting bath. By evening, I had forgotten again.

Beautiful and chilling all at once. In one second you saw me as spine tingling as an accident and as appealing as a rainbow. I was the shriek of a man falling out a window and the silence of the stars that capture him.

The heat pulled from the room and a cold distance took its place between us. We try our best to ignore it. The talking begins. You had forgotten someone’s there, talking to you. About you. Here we are. Back again. The film of night pours all around us.

Killer country music sopped with layers of gravy n biscuits humor. Come and get it!

where is that budweiser NASCAR beer can limited edition wind chime?

Whatchya done did?

if this ain't country, we'll kiss yer ass

Yup. MmHm.

Beginning again....................

Life is wasted on the living.

"Gentle breeze, that wanderest unseen,
And bendest the thistles round Loira of storms,
Traveller of the windy glens,
Why has thou left my ear so soon?"

Let me ask you one question: is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?
I think you will find when your death takes its toll
All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul

- Bob Dylan

i think its great how you used to be great
i can't hate on how you choose to relate
but i know that you had the potential
i understand why you had to let go
a lot of pressure in the middle of those shoulders
and we ain't getting nothin' but older
ain't nothin changed but the day we run from
but nobody knows that better than you huh?

it goes

one for the bar tab two for the shine
let's go to your car do another line
barely trust 'em they're all puppets
love is nothin' scared of success
one for the bass two for the drums
last call gonna take whatever comes
barely trust 'em they're all puppets
love is nothin' scared of success

-atmosphere

"As the spirit wanes the FORM appears."

—Bukowski

Happy Holidays from Jason, Sarah & Bennett

As a guest DJ on The Next Step, I was able to channel my negative vibes from my physical space out into cyberspace in a creative and positive way. With Jason at the board — engineering the show to my specifications — I was able to honestly and completely express my frustrations with "life" through songs, audio clips, idle chat (with myself), and other curiousities. This show contains some of my favorite songs and clips from movies that ring true at every step of my life, but maybe in a different way each time. I hope you enjoy my revelations and maybe even learn a thing or two

Thanks for listening!
Sarah

Learn, Live and Die curious!

“I would become quick with life, would become myself, and would blaze toward strange images. Moreover, the flame thus created would remain in my mind as an abstract feeling, divorced from the reality of the image that had caused it, and I would distort my interpretation of the feeling until I believed it to be evidence of passion inspired by the girl herself………………………..thus once again I deceived myself.”

--------Yukio Mishima

This is the second part to an old Next Step (show I did on killradio.org) from around November of 2006. Fun, noisy, self-indulgent audio circus. Fly low and avoid the radar my friends.

"Art is not the most precious manifestation of life. Art has not the celestial and universal value that people like to attribute to it. Life is far more interesting."

Tristan Tzara

One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wide-awake language, cut-and-dry grammar and go-ahead plot.

Second installation to last weeks upload. It had been delayed due to a slight technical problem. Here it is for your ear's enjoyment.