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Contributors include: Alec, Anita Papsmear, AntiChrist-iansen, Billy West, Beert, Cam Starke, Chastity Morgan, Class Warrior, Dale M, Dave, Dismal, El Jefe, Five-Inch Taint, Gory Zaver, Gusty Bellows, Hartman, HinckleyHadAVision, Ian, Infidel Cowboys (Lusk, Wyoming), Jack Rafferty, Jack Stephen, Jimmy “Explosive Diarrhea” B, Jon, Jonnie Dames Rio, Kloghole, Musical Odyssey, Null, PaulySure, Ratones, Scott, So Brick Eh?, SoDak, Spooner D, Taciturn Orator, TheNeonRooster, Travis, Vidal, and Wayne.

Saturday, November 7, 2026

DIA Airport Soundtrack 2026

By Jack Stephen


My wife and I had a 5:00 AM flight out of Denver, so we were a bit dazed rolling into the airport around 3:30. It was busier than you would expect. I guess DIA has a lot of early flights given that it is in the middle of the county. Every time I travel out of DIA, I wonder when the construction will ever end? It just goes on and on for years. I can’t remember traveling out of here and not seeing any construction. Also, as per usual, I was perplexed by the set list laid out by the DIA DJ. 

First off in the bathroom, I heard the instrumental Jazz-fusion version of Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” As I relieved myself, I thought this was a good choice for the restroom. I would have maybe gone with “Let It Go, Let It Flow” by Dave Mason (RIP). I really enjoy his solo album Alone Together, especially the track “Shouldn’t Have Took More than You Gave.”

As I went through security, I remembered the sign in the bathroom about recognizing human trafficking. Seems to me that the TSA agents should stop sweating travelers on the little stuff and work on helping to stop the sex trafficking situation? They are probably a bit more qualified than I am.  

We waited in line at the Dazbog coffee stand and I saw three people getting ready for work at the Executive Shoe Shine Stand. How much does a shoe shiner net these days? It almost seems like a service from a bygone era. I hope they get paid by the hour, especially with so many travelers walking around with adorned Crocs.  

What song was on the speaker? “I Ran” by the Flock of Seagulls.

I’m not sure I’m a huge Flock of Seagulls fan, but I will never forget the video and the lead singer’s hair gelled up with those out-of-control wings. I remembered the Flock of Seagulls were the opening act for A-ha at the Paramount Theater in Denver, which was the first concert I attended when I was about 15. My buddy and I were seated in the upper balcony. First concerts are always a strange experience, do I stand? If yes, when? Also, what is my standing dance move? Eventually, we all figure it out. It was a pretty good show, but in retrospect it seemed like both bands probably needed a few more hit songs.  


We made it to the gate, which was right near the Woody Creek CafĂ©, which is named after the Colorado town Hunter S. Thompson made famous. I suppose he was a pretty good writer? Or was his work overshadowed by his legend? I think I have more respect for what he did versus how he said it. In comparing him to Charles Bukowski, I would probably have the opposite opinion. Nevertheless, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was pretty overrated and Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72 was pretty epic. We sure could use a journalist like Thompson today! He will always be a treasured icon in Colorado. I didn’t notice the menu at the Cafe, maybe they had an LSD burger with a Peyote fries?

I noticed as I sat at our gate and read the newspaper (do it people!), our plane was going to be delayed. While unfortunate, it did give me a chance to get the full picture of this airport soundtrack because our gate was very close to a speaker. It went like this:

“It’s Your Thing” by the Isley Brothers.
This is a pretty solid track by the Isley Brothers. My favorite song by them is for sure “Footsteps in the Dark,” mostly because it was sampled on the Ice-Cube track “It Was a Good Day.” What an incredible rap song! “I had the booze, she had the chronic.... The Lakers beat the Supersonics,” so it went. 

“Larger Than Life” by the Backstreet Boys.
I never got into any boy bands. I never really understood the attraction. For some reason they were pretty big in the 1990s. The internet informs me that The Beatles were considered the first boy band? At this point, I think Google and the AI bots can eat a dick, a sentiment much like I feel about those boy bands.  

For an alternative track, I would like to hear something by Noah Kahan. He’s super hot right now, and I couldn’t tell you about one song he has. This airport soundtrack would be a great way to introduce people to his stuff, that is if they could get people to take off their headphones and trust the DIA DJ a little bit.

“I’ll Be Loving You Always” by Stevie Wonder.
Stevie is always a big player on these playlists, and this track doesn’t disappoint. He is so gifted. Reading up on his career, I learned that he was one of the few musicians to sue Barry Gordy and win control of his own music. He was also integral in getting Martin Luther King Day to be a national holiday. While I thought this was a good selection, I might have gone with “Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing” or “If You Really Loved Me,” but with Stevie and his endless hits, it really doesn’t matter all that much.

“Shake Your Groove Thing” by Peaches and Herb.
This duo consisted of Herb Frame and a few other female singers who served as “Peaches.” They had a couple of hits and were pretty fun? I would have definitely liked to hear their other smash hit “Reunited,” which seems a little more fitting for travelers at an international airport. 

About now, I would love some Jazz on this playlist. Have you heard Speak No Evil by Wayne Shorter? It’s a freaking outstanding album with several songs that would work on this soundtrack. Or maybe play some Thelonious Monk or John Coltrane? Pick one, they both have plenty tracks that astound, especially one with Coltrane on soprano sax, say “Central Park West” or “My Favorite Things”—both are gems.


“Come Together” by The Beatles.
Really that’s what you went with? While this track shows some innovative mastery, there’s so many other Beatles’ tracks that I absolutely love. How about something off Revolver or Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club? Or maybe just play “Happiness Is a Warm Gun,” or “Oh, Darling,” or “Fixing a Hole,” or “I’m Only Sleeping?” I’m probably in the minority, but Abby Road is not my top Beatles album even though “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window” is pretty great. It’s probably tough to choose when you are sifting through the songs of one of the most impactful rock groups there ever was, but maybe try a bit harder Mr. DJ?

“Sing a Song” by Earth, Wind & Fire.
This is a fun track, but not peak Earth, Wind & Fire I’d say. Maybe they could have played “Can’t Hide Love” or the always cherished “After the Love Is Gone.” Or just skip Earth, Wind & Fire all together. They could have played some more current R&B, like maybe something from the band Jungle or Thee Sacred Souls. It’s not going to hurt anyone to hear something a bit newer would it? Heck, if you have to keep it old school, mix it up with some Grace Jones, say “Pull Up to the Bumper.”

“Mountain Music” by Alabama.
Alabama was always a lame band. They had some crossover appeal for some reason, but they were no Eddie Rabbit or Kenny Rogers that’s for sure. If the DJ wanted to play some country music, there are many other options. Jason Isabell’s newest album Foxes in the Snow is fantastic and has a great number of solid tracks. Or throw on some alt-country artists like Wilco or Justin Townes Earle. The first concert I took my wife to when we were dating was Wilco at the Tarrant County Convention Center. When I bought the tickets, at one of my favorite record stores Good Records, the clerk assured me the tickets would be in the front and Jeff Tweedy would be spitting distance. As it turned out, we could not have been further away in the last row. It didn’t matter though, it was amazing to see them from the back. We made out the whole show and fell in love.  

“Don’t Know Much” by Aaron Neville and Linda Ronstadt.
This is a pretty good track depending how bored with music you are? I always thought the Neville Brothers were a bit overrated, but a lot of folks sure enjoy them. As far as the New Orleans sound goes, I would have enjoyed listening to The Meters or maybe some jazz by Branford or Wynton Marsalis. A little jazz is always refreshing right (see above)? They even could have played some Dixieland Jazz. A Dixieland Band played at my wedding, which was pretty fun time after those shots of Tequila. 

“What a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong.
Great song, great voice, and what a great selection! This song was so big people forget Sachmo was an incredible trumpet player. Check out one of his albums with the Hot Fives—some pretty amazing stuff. He also did a little acting and some other stuff most people with his background would never do. “What a Wonderful World” has such a great message, thanks Mr. Armstrong. 


“I Heard It Through the Grapevine” by Marvin Gaye.
This is a fantastic track even though nowadays it reminds me of the California raisin commercial. He had an amazing voice and some smooth songs. What a crazy personal life though. He married Barry Gordy’s sister? Of course, everyone knows how things wrapped up for Marvin, getting shot by his father. Just a tragedy for the music world. I wish the airport DJ would have fired up “What’s Going On,” which is probably one of the top R&B tracks there ever was. 

“Dancing in the Street” by Martha and the Vandellas.
I guess this was a good track, but I would have preferred the 1980s version with David Bowie and Mick Jagger. There was the nutty video where they were walking around singing and dancing in the street, how novel! Rumor had it they were involved in some sort of gay tryst, or something? That’s how it went in the 1980s, you had to watch it, almost anything could be gay!  

“Family Affair” by Sly & the Family Stone.
This was a great song and a great choice for the soundtrack. Sly and his group the Family Stone pioneered a sound people never saw coming. Kind of like a more popular Gil-Scott Heron, Sly had songs that spoke to a generation and not just because he was super funky. Also, much like Gil-Scott Heron, he had a super intense cocaine problem. He was another great musician who changed music for the better while endlessly struggling to try and satiate their own demons. 


“Fun, Fun, Fun” by the Beach Boys.
An easy, safe selection by the Beach Boys, the band that took pop music, paired it with the California Beach dreams, and rocked the US of A. I find myself a pretty big fan of the Beach Boys but don’t really find myself listening to them all that much. Brian Wilson’s whinny voice just starts to grate a bit. That being said, Pet Sounds is an unbelievable album. I think the airport DJ could have played “Wouldn’t It Be Nice,” or “God Only Knows,” or “Sail on Sailor,” but “Fun, Fun, Fun” was okay. Maybe dig a bit deeper into their catalog next time? Also “Fun” Brian had a massive cocaine problem as well; this part of the soundtrack was cocaine inspired!

“It’s Not Unusual” by Tom Jones.
Welshman Tom Jones took grooving and hip gyrating to a different place after he arrived in Las Vegas, like if Wayne Newton had a cocaine problem perhaps? I suppose I like Tom okay, I dunno? He seems fun but maybe a bit performative? Anyway, he is what he is, a lot of people think he is the “bee’s knee’s,” as his fans might say. I would have maybe liked to hear “Delilah” or his cover of EMF’s “Unbelievable,” but when your flight has been delayed this long, I guess this is what you get.

“Champagne Supernova” by Oasis.
Oasis is probably the worst band on this soundtrack. I don’t think I ever had any respect for Oasis after one of the Gallagher brothers said, “We’re bigger than the Beatles!” I was like, “What?” I guess recently Oasis had to go on tour again to earn some money because of one of the Gallagher’s brother’s recent divorces tapped them out. This band is about as overrated as they could be, their songs suck, and they sound like a bunch of assholes. But what do I know, I would say Coldplay sucks as well.

“Caribbean Queen” by Billy Ocean.
Sure, play this one, it’s a fun song. You could have also worked in “Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car” or “There’ll Be Sad Songs (To Make You Cry),” why not? Billy stayed in his lane and did what he did, fun tracks. A cool voice perfect for really any soundtrack whether the airport or a Sprouts market.

“Careless Whisper” by George Michael.
What a voice and what a career. With his band Wham, he had a couple of number one hits in the eighties—poppy, trendy songs. Then he goes solo with his Faith album and about blew the roof off; it was an absolutely massive album. Everyone was singing “I Want Your Sex” and pretending it wasn’t about gay sex, including George Michael for that matter. Anyway, who cares what sex you’re into. George Michael was a pretty incredible pop artist in the 1980s. I thought “Father Figure” was a cool song too, not sure about the pedophile undertones though?

“Down Under” by Men at Work.
God damn this was a big song. Paired with the film Crocodile Dundee, Australia was really on the radar in the United States in the 1980s. What to say about Men at Work? I guess they were okay. Have you ever sunk your teeth in a Vegimite sandwich? It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.  Even though “Overkill” is a pretty good song, at least as far as Men as Work goes, I would have preferred a Midnight Oil track or something by the Hoodoo Gurus. Those were a couple of bands the Australians recommended when I was down there in 1986.

“Drive My Car” by The Beatles.
And we come back to The Beatles. I don’t have a problem with that, The Beatles have plenty to choose from, but “Drive My Car’? After “Down Under,” you probably could do better. I’d say “Ticket to Ride,” or “Lady Madonna,” or if you really wanted to bring it home with these travelers waiting to go somewhere, you could have gone with “Nowhere Man.” Or to nail this airport travel experience, you could have played “Baby You’re a Rich Man,” you know “You keep all your money in a big brown sack,” as it goes.

“Rescue Me” by Aretha Franklin.
Pretty incredible artist, but not the best Aretha selection. I would think “Do Right Woman” should probably get priority? It’s tender, it’s mellow, and it is a track that really shows the range of her talents. I can almost see myself sitting in a church somewhere watching her belt it out. An alternate artist I would have liked to hear would have been Amy Winehouse, say “He Can Only Hold Her,” off the amazing Back to Black album. Amy was exceptional in talent and in tragedy. 

What did the DJ really miss? 
He should have thrown on some Sting. His solo work is the perfect soundtrack music. He wrote simple songs composed with very creative orchestration. He has so many perfect songs for any soundtrack, see “Fields of Gold,” “Brand New Day,” “Fortress Around My Heart,” or “Shape of My Heart.” They fit for almost anywhere. I was in a King Soopers market recently, and they played “If I Ever Lose My Faith in You” while I was shopping for a jar of salsa, just a perfect albeit overpriced moment. (In contrast, typically you would hear “Circles” by Soul Coughing at a Whole Foods, but who can afford salsa at Whole Foods?) I would have loved to hear Sting’s track “Seven Days” waiting at the gate, a song that takes me back. It also feels like I’ve been waiting for this plane to board for about seven days.

After a long wait, they ended up changing our gate. We hurried down the causeway to another plane and boarded quickly. I wondered if I should care about this music so much or if I should put on my ear buds/headphones like everybody else? I’m not going to do it. For one, I don’t own any headphones. After all the live music I’ve seen, I am hyper paranoid about protecting my hearing at this point. Also, we’re all here together in the airport jetting off to all kinds of destinations, shouldn’t we indulge the airport DJ? Shouldn’t we consider the music they picked out for us? Maybe it doesn’t matter with all the hubbub, but I like to think it does. Our plane took off for Maui.

Thursday, November 5, 2026

Entrenched

By HinckleyHadAVision


red bricks come falling

and the ditch digger

with pick and shovel

trench dirt of the ancients

under these cobbles

with backs

callused in the sun

black beards

roiled in sweat

and they dig on

this line in the ground

every day

while the hungry

mouths of their

children are

hardly fed.

Wednesday, November 4, 2026

Tension of a Coiled Spring

By SoDak


Poised for action,
breaking the hand that feeds,
the master’s control falls,
denied,
domination.
Bruised knees amount to nothing,
groveling before the king,
hoping for a few scraps
thrown down through generations
of hierarchical submission.
Self is extinguished
as the king is raised
higher
on the bowed backs of faceless masses
by sucking blood
and giving sedation
through crumbs of bread and silver coins.
Pangs of hunger mingle
with yearnings for meaning
and justice
activating desperation
in the tension of a coiled spring,
love and rage are
suddenly
released.
Explosive nature of emotions
we never knew existed
the outstretched hand
breaks cleanly, easily,
once the power is there.

Monday, October 26, 2026

Ode to Eric

By Kloghole


And the whirlpool cries

with a tear in its eye

Me thinks I hear a

toot toot from yonder

poot poot!


Could it be 

a hairy Marxist hippie 

behind that tree?

By the smell, me guess

it could be three!


Just don’t drink his wine,

and all shall be fine.

Whiskey will do, well...

maybe two!


Saturday, October 3, 2026

Cronos Is Dead, Long Live Black Metal

By Kloghole


While in graduate school, I worked at a group home for brain-trauma injured folks. One day, one of the residents lost his cola privilege that morning. So, the guy I was working with grabs a coke, cracks it open in front of him, and then says, “Ahh, this is great. Don’t you wish you had one of these.” Not so surprisingly, the resident “had a behavior.” 

I made it through the first bit of the bible enough to get to the story of Adam and Eve. Everything is perfect, but god put some fucking fruit tree in the “garden” that they shouldn’t touch. Then tells Adam and Eve how fucking cool the fruit is (apparently satan lays it on thicker and heavier), but god also says you don’t want that shit. Unsurprisingly, Adam and Eve eat the fruit. We’re all fucked now because god didn’t know better than to leave the fucking fruit tree out of the garden. He is omniscient for christ’s sake.

So, there is no way in hell I would worship someone whose thought processes are no better than a fucking alcoholic with mental health problems who fucks with people in a group home.

By the way, I am not a satan worshiper or even remotely inclined to pray to any deity. However, if someone forced me to choose between the fucking asshole who created mosquitos, flesh eating bacteria, and butt cancer and the one who spends eternity torturing evil fuckers in hell, I think the choice is pretty fucking obvious.

The absurdity of organized religions is what makes the absurdity of Black Metal appealing. There is a bit of rebellion in that you are willing to listen to, or wear a t-shirt of, something that is associated with satanism, but it is really about the cheekiness of thumbing your nose at religion generally. 

I came to know Venom very late in the game. I was at Extreme Noise in Minneapolis flipping through the used bins. Whether I liked the album cover or SoDak handed it to me (which happens often), I cannot recall exactly how Black Metal ended up in my hands. When I played it, I got excited that a “new” band could be so fucking good. Then, I came to learn that they started in the 1980s, and I was crushed that I had missed out on them for so many years.


The screamed chorus, “Countess Bathory,” fucking rocks. Venom has very hooky chants and a leaden sound that pounds your soul. Because I had come earlier to stoner, sludge metal like Trouble, Venom sounded like a speed metal version of the dark, heavy grooves that I sought in the Mushroom River Band and others.

Obviously, “Black Metal” is a signature song, defining the genre. Some of my other favorite tunes are “Manitou,” “Live Like an Angel - Die Like a Devil,” “Welcome to Hell,” “Angel Dust,” and the ultimate track, “In League with Satan.” I cannot overstate the power of the rhythm section to drive the songs forward. They rumble, bounce, drone, and crush everything in their path. The choruses demand singing along: “Eviiiil in league with satan, Eviiiil in league with satan!” The drums (boom boom boom boom-boom) and bass / guitar (doom dada doom dada doom) are pounding along. I am not doing it justice, but it is a powerful riff and rhythm driving the whole song forward.

Over the years, I have come to understand how there are some people who see themselves as Adam and Eve. They feel vulnerable to “evil” influences from outside. At the end of the semester, I dress down for finals. One year I wore a shirt with a red pentagram of forks with the phrase, “Praise Seitan.” One of the students up front looked very concerned and asked me what the shirt meant. I told her seitan (I pronounce it “satan”) is a fake meat made from wheat. The tenseness in her face receded, and she said, “Oh.”

This is not limited to religion. I have students who, when learning new, more accurate information about how the world works, reject it. They exhibit a fear of the information as if by accepting some piece of information that disagrees with their previous stereotypes and ignorance, they may lose themselves to the spell of critical thought. Accepting that Columbus was a genocidal manic is a slippery slope to becoming an atheist, commie, transsexual. For these folks, confronting information that disagrees with their ignorant, small-minded worldview is terrifying to them - as if they are being tempted by the devil himself.

What they do not know is how utterly fucking terrifying it is to have the majority of people in society believe that some magical mystery man in the sky has any influence over their daily lives. How incredible it is to think that these folks base their actions on what they perceive as an invisible force in the ether would want them to do. For me, as an atheist, I have to live with the reality that the world’s major institutions are run by people who have the same intellectual maturity of a child who still believes in Santa Claus. What is so fucking hilarious about organized religion is that the behaviors associated with it are classified as psychosis. My guess is that the DSM somehow creates exceptions for religious practice, but the definition clearly includes talking to folks who aren’t there, listening to the advice of someone who is not there, etc.

Black Metal and the genres of “satanic” musical traditions tend to poke at these contradictions and terrifying realities of religious extremism. My guess is that some satanic references in music are less informed or serious than others, but remember that, as Slayer screams, “god hates us all.”

Satan is scary. He is meant to be a warning. However, I see the story a little differently. Given the reality that we live every day, an omniscient, omnipotent entity should be able to design a reality free of daily suffering. The natural world is full of pain, suffering, death, and horror. Anyone who believes in their heart of hearts that a divine entity willingly created such tragedy as an unavoidable fact of life has got some serious mental health problems. If they “blame” the misery on satan, they still forget the fact that their “god” is all powerful, e.g., is too fucking lazy or uncaring to do anything about it.

Venom and other death metal/satanic artists wallow in this misery, rub it in your face, and celebrate it. Metal generally is the release of the dark emotions that permeate us. Black Metal allows us to resonate for a while, get some shit out, and let shit go. While I never saw Venom live, metal shows used to leave me exhausted and invigorated at the same time.

I do not know much about Cronos or the history of Venom generally, but I am saddened that we lost this artist. We always lose potential for more music or that one new song that really hits home. I would say something about looking forward to seeing him in hell, but I think the world we are living in is the closest that anyone will come to hell. However, if I am wrong, Cronos, tell satan that I am coming for the punk-ass bitch who burned my brother and sister alive.

Sweet Dreams Motherfuckers.

Thursday, October 1, 2026

What I Love About the Black Hills

By HinckleyHadAVision


A friend asked, “Please tell me what you love about the Black Hills?” 

The moss in Botany Canyon, the ice in Ice Cave, the pale yellow light after a thunderstorm at Ranch-A, tiger lilies, kayaking Dark Canyon, ice skating Spring Creek, the strawberries on Flag Mountain, the sunset from Warren Peak that makes a Bighorns silhouette, really ripe chokecherries, the little piece of 1868 Treaty land my family is squatting on, catching trout with your bare hands, the smell of an old cabin, coyotes howling, getting stuck in the mud with Jerry Harp, skiing Custer Peak, watching the moon rise from Railroad Buttes, lady slipper orchids, rolling a four wheeler, building an ice block castle, the colored walls of Calico Canyon, the Rock Maze as a kid in the late 1970s before it was trashed, Inyan Kara, Ryan’s Wiggle, Vern Kraemer taking off, the French Creek Narrows, skinny dipping in Cold Brook Reservoir, Moon, the view while climbing Devils Tower in autumn, a nighttime walk along Castle Creek, the old switchbacks in Vanocker Canyon, ice walking, raspberries at the Bighorn Sheep Sanctuary in the rain, What the Hell Lake in Wind Cave, the eastern most extent of aspen, the western most extent of birch, a ponderosa too big to hug, inner tubing Boxelder Creek, ice skating the Cheyenne River, sneaking in and exploring Galena Mine as a kid, the boat inside the Alabaster Mine, the wind at Jasper Cave, a motorbike over the Piedmont Fire Trail, a mountain bike ride down Tinton Trail, a unicycle ride on the Bone Collector, the knife edge meander in Elk Creek, the early spring ice in Sunday Gulch, wild plums, a full moon paddle on Deerfield Lake, Classic Crack, hunting for morels, 11th Hour Gulch, fishing on Lower Spring Creek with Grandpa Brown, Six Mile Road, Ice Climbing at Community Caves, Cold Brook Canyon, friends around a fire, the Moonshine Gulch Saloon, climbing the Conn Diagonal, getting chased into the Cheyenne River by wild horses, driving a VW bus on Castle Peak Road, an inversion that leaves only the peaks above the fog, bicycling Spearfish Canyon, cliff jumping, cutting an ice hole and polar bearing Sheridan Lake, hearing a mountain lion scream, The Sheep Mountain Table slot canyons, in fact the entire South Unit of the Badlands…and more to come…