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Rory Hayes

I wanted to let you know about Rory Hayes, an artist who overdosed at age 34 and died in 1983. His work appeared in such comix as Insect Fear, Skull, Snatch and others. He also put out his own comic, Bogeyman, in 1968. Gary Arlington published it and Hayes worked for him at The San Francisco Book Company. His style is similar to Art Brut. You can look at a 5 page gallery of his work here.

Harry The Dog

I know a dog named Harry who likes to bite your feet, if you're male and standing. But while you're seated he is a sweet pup. Anyway, last night I created what might be the audio to one of Harry's nightmares.

Download Harry's Nightmare

My First Black Metal Show

Last night, my good friend Wm. M Berger, DJ extraordinaire on WFMU, brought me to see Bone Awl and Akitsa play at Fontana's in NYC. I had never seen music like this played live and although much beer was spilled on me, and I got punched in the stomach, I had a great time. The vocalist for Akitsa had the most amazing range I've ever heard and besides some idiots near the front the crowd was very cool. The genre is new to me and I've been listening to a lot of great stuff, spanning decades. But I may just have to attend another of these soul searing shows, if I can't find the right outlet for my rage, at least I can watch O.T. do it for me.

The Iranian Election and Protest

You know, I really like that song "Brandy" by Looking Glass.

Thirty Years?

Some scientists say we only have about 30 years left before the hurricanes, tidal waves, earthquakes and other "Natural" disasters destroy our environment so badly that millions will die, this all being a result of global warming.

I don't know about you, but I'm going to study the history of medieval medicine, smoke large amounts of marijuana, travel a lot; both in these states and beyond. I'm going to have orgies to shame the Romans and garden tea parties on Saturday afternoons. Going to eat a lot of bacon. And cheese. There are some 60's undergrounds I haven't read yet, along with the remainder of Thorndike's History of Magic and Experimental Science, some more Sturgeon, more Disch. I'll go swimming in the Atlantic and mock it for not killing me when it had the chance. And I think I'll be spending Halloween in New Orleans from now on, and Christmas in Saudi Arabia, Arbor Day in Bloomfield, NJ.

When the shit of the world hits the fan I'll be around 75, which is a stretch anyway. So tonight I'm going to party like it's 2039...

Fear of Strangers, and Their Deaths

We live in a fairly "civilized" country, most of the time passing a stranger on the street is inconsequential. But deep down is a fear and hatred for strangers that we may suppress in its most savage form, but that shows itself in little ways every day in the play of society. Much has been written about the fear of touching strangers, and I find it interesting that cities with large populations have over come this as a rule, since they push against one another daily in subways at rush hour. However, the gaze between two strangers can tell much. Even a smile can mask one's contempt.

We have certain unwritten rules which make life here free of violence for the most part, but there are times when strangers will fight over something trivial, mostly because their strangeness towards one another dictates that they be the victor, a need left over from more brutal living situations.

But watch a stranger die, or even be critically injured, and all that mistrust goes out the window. Almost anyone will come to the aid of a stranger in need, perhaps it makes one feel important to help, but also they fear the possibility of the same thing happening to them. If one sees the remains of a fatal car crash, there is fascination, but also the chilling reminder that the bell tolls for thee.

All animals are strangers to man, until they become friends or foes. Sometimes humans will take years before really trusting another, some will never. Everyone is a stranger to some degree, including themselves. Strangers may cause harm, so we tend to avoid them, but actually it is the friend, the spouse, the relative who causes more heartache and pain than any stranger ever could.