i smell like work. the odour of sweat and effort.

i am solanas!

in the melee of this post-ideological political worl' i feel a desperate urge to leap to my captive feet and proclaim - i am solanas! i think it's the only logical response.

es! sea! you! em!

we are cut up, cannibalised, rehashed as mess/ages from (m)other worl's. we the matter. we the media.

andy's dead but we didn't kill him.

in two glass cabinets, a perfectly separated hirst in formaldehyde, you can walk between him, profoundly.

i am solanas!

Intention Is The Key

Ha!

This is my claim to a modus operandi or whatever. As much as the title of this blog is a bad pun, it is also a comment about the pervasive nature of 'rock' and everything I perceive as wrong with that. The dinosaurs supposedly made extinct by punk have been recouped, the permissive nature of current music fails to apply critical thought to sound, choosing, it would appear, to believe that there is no hierarchical process, no revolution, no struggle, just a pan-capitalist market for the exploitation thereof. There are of course exceptions. But not many.

Anyway I intend to continue this argument, and mix it, in an incoherent and amateur fashion, with present day occurences, and past revelations. It's likely to be irregular, and primarily for my own need/satisfaction.

Ha! Ha!