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We all know how important this is. Below is a link to where your voice can do the most good.
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Remember, it’s your freedom at stake, make sure your voice is heard.
I think most Americans will agree that 2017 has been a year of poor leadership. From our corporate leaders-to-the president, we’ve been watching a group of men trip over their own dicks.
I think most of us at one time or another have wondered why leadership positions are so often occupied by blowhards as opposed to calm, rational leaders?
I think this article from the Harvard Business Review sums up the reason why we’re so attracted to the overconfident asshole:
“This is consistent with the finding that leaderless groups have a natural tendency to elect self-centered, overconfident and narcissistic individuals as leaders, and that these personality characteristics are not equally common in men and women”
Click to read entire article: https://hbr.org/2013/08/why-do-so-many-incompetent-men
It’s Friday night, me and Mrs. Rawson just finished up watching two hours of murder porn (If you’re not in the know, murder porn are shows like Forensic Files, 20/20, Dateline Mysteries, etc., not actual porn where people get murdered in it). Now I’m in the office doing the usual things and kind of excited that my in-laws are taking the kids all day tomorrow. This is our “anniversary” weekend, only delayed by a couple of weeks. I haven’t been without the kids for two months, so I’m feeling a bit giddy.
Anyway, here’s some random Friday night shit.
That’s it, have a nice weekend.
I pretty much only speak to one adult human being a day, and two on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The adults are my wife and my mother-in-law. Other than that, I have a two-year-old, a moody eleven-year-old, two little old grumpy dogs, and a seven-year-old half feral cat who we inherited when we bought the house.
I don’t mind any of it one damn bit.
I’m not going to say I’m the type of person who says they don’t need people. We all know it’s a bullshit statement. Ask any ex-con what the worst thing about prison is, and they’re going to tell you solitary confinement. No, I like people just fine. I love spending time with friends and family. Dinner parties, Christmas get-togethers, art openings, I dig all of that.
But I have a breaking point.
Four hours seems to be my limit, and then after that, I need to go and hide out in my office for a few hours, music playing, a couple of books open, and the laptop powered up. Solitude suits me, but I’m pretty sure I would go a little bugshit if I was never around any people at all. Wandering down the street violently babbling to myself about satellites bugshit.
It would be full of ugly, that’s for damn sure.
I always like seeing old writing pals succeed. It’s a hard business we’re in, most days it feels like all you do is work (Which ain’t all that bad), but then all that hard work pays off. One of my oldest writing buddies is Frank Bill, and in the decade when we first introduced ourselves electronically, Frank’s career has taken off. And today, Frank’s second novel, The Savage, is out in the world. It’s an interesting take on the Post-Apocalypse genre and is as much a ballsy thriller as it is a novel of ideas (But, I’ll have the review up tomorrow, so you can read it then),
Anyway, here’s the set up for The Savage:
In the raucous and action-packed follow-up to Donnybrook, mayhem is still the order of the day-only more so
Frank Bill’s America has always been stark and violent. In his new novel, he takes things one step further: the dollar has failed; the grid is wiped out.
Van Dorn is eighteen and running solo, dodging the bloodthirsty hordes and militias that have emerged since the country went haywire. His dead father’s voice rings in his head as Van Dorn sets his sights not just on survival but also on an old-fashioned sense of justice.
Meanwhile, a leader has risen among the gangs-and around him swirls the cast of brawlers from Donnybrook, with their own brutal sense of right and wrong, of loyalty and justice through strength.
So, this is not the distant post-apocalyptic future-this is tomorrow, in a world Bill has already introduced us to. Now he raises the stakes and turns his shotgun prose on our addiction to technology, the values and skills we’ve lost in the process, and what happens when the last systems of morality and society collapse.
The Savage presents a bone-chilling vision of America where power is the only currency and nothing guarantees survival. And it presents Bill at his most ambitious, most eloquent, most powerful.
Anyway, these are all my number one albums. I cheated in a couple of spots and threw in a couple of ties. All of these records have had, and continue to illicit a strong emotional reaction from me. I hope you find something you like in my choices.
And, oh yeah, I know we’re a couple of months from the end of 2017, but I’m done with this year.
This is a ball kicker of a record. Emotionally powerful and Baker’s vocals are more than capable of handling the depth of the songs.
Soulful and honestly composed. Sampha is a superior storyteller and there isn’t a single misstep on this entire record.
Let’s face it, indie rock has become elevator music. There’s exceptions, Craig Finn (And his band The Hold Steady) being one of them. Finn’s the Hubert Selby Jr. of rock.
Both Lamar and TTC have hit their stride. Both albums are flawless (One bone to pick with Damn. Enough with the opening skits that end with gunfire. Seriously, it just didn’t fit with the overall feel of the record).
Quiet and sensual and beautiful from beginning-to-end.
The best thing about Post-Metallica metal is:
A) Most of the bands are WAY better than their 80’s predecessors.
B) Almost all of them have been road warriors for 15 or 20 years and only seem to get better with each new record (BTW, I’m by no means a headbanger).
Mastodon is one of the best examples of this, and their latest EP is one of the most thoughtful records of 2017.
On the same level as Process by Sampha. Beautiful dream like vocals coupled with drifting, quiet melodies.
This was my album of the summer. It’s fun and bouncy with a decent amount of depth to it.
Remember how I mentioned that Indie is elevator music. Neither Mogwai or Godspeed You! Black Emperor fall into that category. Both bands only seem to become more talented with each new recording. And it’s funny that both albums have almost ZERO vocals. Yeah, lead-singers suck.
The Emancipation Procrastination is made up of three separate albums–The Emancipation Procrastination, Ruler Rebel, and Dispora–and is one of the boldest jazz recordings to come out of New Orleans in at least a decade. Great record.
Anyway, those are my favorite records of 2017. What are yours? Remember, I don’t have comments here, so do your list making on social media.
That’s what it’s for, right?
there is a nagging hope
an itch at the back of your throat
it makes you pace. makes you stare
blankly at the pile of morning
dishes stacked on the kitchen counter,
yellow yolk from half-eaten
sunnysides already dried crisp.
you see all the things that need
your attention; a brief few minutes
of your nervous energy. instead
you pace some more, cough into
your fist, thick and phlegmy,
count the minutes until it’s
time to stare blankly at something
else, like the wildfire charging
towards your neighborhood
one roof top at a time.
Morning Soundtrack: The Count Basie Orchestra