Monday, November 26, 2012

de-comaed

Filled in on a homie's metal show, despite aspersions cast upon yours trvely's hesher credentials, I got a lot of phone calls wanting to know more about said jams, some of which have graced the airwaves prior due to their general rockitude and since no one else plays this stuff and I love giving my fellow lady-doomsters airtime. Played requested Testament and St. Vitus, doomed it up for the most part. It's archived til Wednesday here. 
Spent Thanksgiving morning with some friends I haven't seen since matrimony, drinking coffee and walking beneath trees still yellow in this late November. A good amount of cousins and relatives came in, and feasting was done, everything else too delicious to bother with turkey. 

Black Friday consumerism involved acquiring a new (but used and very cheap) turntable at the Best Record Store Ever and then hanging out at the station for open house dispensing college radio swag and hanging out with good folk and indulgence in reminisces of the Parmastani kind, lunch with my aunt, and then downtown to meet up with the Queen of the Bondo for Nostalgia Today (whatever that means) holiday festivities courtesy of the City of Clevelandia. 

It was more crowded down there than I ever remember it being, and while one could say that downtown for at least one weekend night feels "alive" again, it felt more Potterville than It's a Wonderful Life to me. Everything felt so made-in-China and consumer rat race. The LED lights had no warmth, the music was free of any meaning besides Santa and presents and sugar-plum fairies and not even The Nutcracker,  just that business of synthesizers and panpipes. It reminded me of why every year I spiritual detox and go to midnight mass if only to sit somewhere dark and quiet so that I can ponder the spiritual significance lost in the maelstrom. 

Still, it was not without entertainment if only for the trashy absurdity that is 21st century America in a dying city. 
 Some of my older friends don't believe that Bronies exist. This, and the accompanying fitted baseball caps and plush blankets also sold at the record store (who the hell shops here anymore?) seem to prove otherwise. I also realized how out of touch I am with pop culture, videogame, and boyband references, such arcana is not so much in my interest I guess, and I'm around less teenagers and little kids than I once was. Also, the phrase "Cray Cray" to describe craaaazy needs to die right now. Other dregs from the pop culture morass below:
Seriously, the photo from the store above is simply called GLITTER and is full of general dollar bling tackiness.Came home, did some tea and reading, went to the art museum for my birthday, looked at cool ancient stuff, went out for dinner with the folks and returned here for the daily grind. There was some exhibit of Peruvian coastal ancient art that included these super heavy-looking plugs for one's lobes. 

Somehow all that well-restedness turns into the usual need for caffeine and lighthearted crankiness that we've grown so used to. 








8 comments:

  1. Some of my older friends don't believe that Bronies exist.

    I'm with them.
    ~

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    1. If,
      I hope this manchild subculture goes away sooner rather than later, because it's really disturbing.

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  2. But Gene Simmons does and remember this holiday season the KISS™ fan in your life who needs KISS™ Koffee, KISS™ Kandy and, after ingesting too much KISS™ Koffee and KISS™ Kandy, a KISS™ Koffin.

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    1. Because we all know how good American Ace is.

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  3. I haven't ventured into the stores or malls yet....too many mean people telling me to get my fat nun butt out of the way, while I stare at the Victoria Secret displays and laugh. Because ya know, we all look like those skinny, bald manicans with angel wings strapped on their backs.

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    1. The only mall I dare to venture in at this time of year is the dying one near my parents' house because there's no one there and it's starting to look like a flea market.

      All of this tackiness is why I need to cleanse my soul every midnight on Christmas Eve.

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  4. This is going to be a very different Christmas for me. I won't be doing a bunch of shopping because I have no money and I'm so sick of the consumerism that I don't want to waste my time. I'm really going to do my best to keep Christmas to the true meaning, and if my kids are disappointed, that's too bad.

    But I'm still eating homemade ravioli and canoli. That's just a given. ;-)

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  5. Gee does this mean I'll have to return the RPG launcher complete with velvet red bow I got you?

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