Published by Jon at August 27, 2007
in Music.
So my little bro and and his band laid down a little piece of Motown in the middle BFE, Northern Michigan. Actually, a small town in the Michigan north woods called Grayling. Admittedly, I was not there. But, like a rose among thorns, I can imagine how they compared to the rest of the music. I wouldn’t want to be too loose with words like “music” or “quality” or “bands”. But I know that Dead Beet Soup stand out as original, naturally talented kids with rock and roll in the blood. You can get a little sample of the band at http://www.myspace.com/beetsoup. The recordings are a little rough and dated, but certainly a reflection of the killer live show they put on. Photographs compliments of Tony and Jenni Barger.
You can see more photos of the rock at http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=14314293&blogID=303241475.
There are some pics of other bands that played as well, a good example of northern Michigan burnouts. Don’t let it detract from the experience.
Peace, love, and rock and roll.
Jon
Published by Jon at August 20, 2007
in Rants.
So I have this tiny little corner of cyberspace that nobody looks at, but that’s ok. Maybe better, depending on the level of revelation contained 
within. I try to keep it clean, try to think of normal things, try to be motivated. I try to find the value of the variables in the equation of which I am the sum. Find a way out or find a way in. Maybe find out whether i’m outside or inside first. Is it cold or is it hot? Is it wet or dry? When is a reason not motivation, even if you think it should be good enough? Or even the most cohesive train of thought is impossible to follow, when thought begets thoughts ad infinum. Maybe trying something different, but that begs the question of motivation again. Or not trying something different, just trying something. That’s still proactive, right?
The dilemma: to accept the muse in a black cloak? Indulge to create? It’s a self-destructive process, but worthy of evaluating the psychological economics. How much of your sanity can you afford to spend? Maybe I could be less vauge? Or maybe… I’m being chased by question marks. ??
Published by Jon at August 9, 2007
in Poetry.
I-75 North
i remember being home alone
turning up the music and
bouncing around the room
in bright midwestern afternoon sun
through light curtains
in my city of nostalgia
where i burned my teenage years
thinking i was unhappy
but looking to the future
i smoke against the wind
as grey dusk falls
over the cold north
and the distant hum of the interstate
i want to take a shower
but i can’t see any reason why
maybe the future is further away
than i thought
(late 2005)
Published by Jon at August 9, 2007
in Poetry.
This was a gift to me from one of the greatest poets i have ever known. it is her insight into my life at the time (early 2006)
*non conformist lullaby*
never apologize for the state of social anxiety
that led you to this place
accept our ineptitude for recognition
a child prodigy is an illusionary threat
we never promised understanding in the classroom
equating human minds with monkeys
replacing personage with fortunate chemical explosions
prescribed alterations will be your mistress
absorbing like cheap wine and empty capsules
depression is the new old “it”
conviently fatalistic
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