By Jimmy "Explosive Diarrhea" B
This narrative that follows is not a music review; it is a thought I had at some point in the past year.
Some material things that I enjoy are huge trees, wild horses, wild raspberries, large stereo speakers; the sound the wind makes as it blows through a pine forest; the feel and smell of a book in my hands; and the braap of a four-stroke motorcycle picking up speed.
Many of these things are temporary. Eventually motorcycles with combustion engines will no longer be sold, and higher average temperatures and fucked up weather patterns will wipe out native trees in many forests. I suppose the fascists will eventually come for my books.
The abstractions, the meta-philosophies, appear to be more permanent. The myths of good and evil are stuck to humans like stink on shit. I suspect that as the Earth's temperature continues to rise many more people will turn to their sky wizard to smooth out the pain of material change. I will turn to Satan.
The abstract belief in a creator is among the dumbest things I can fathom. The belief in an abstract figure of evil is nearly as idiotic. Fortunately, the Satan I love is very real; Satan is an English metal band, a great one at that.
Music is interesting; it is somewhere between the abstract and the material. Band members will die; physical copies of music will degrade, but the feeling and memory of the music we love will exist as long as we draw breath. In a dying world, we will be stuck with mythological gods. We will also continue to have the music that brings us joy.
If I had to choose, I would pick the guy who lives in a lake of fire and spends his time tormenting evil fucking assholes over the dipshit who created mosquitos and childhood cancer.
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