Back when I was in commie art school one of our collaborative semester projects was producing a concert and we booked Deerhunter to open for Crystal Castles. This was back in like 2009/10ish.

I’d seen Crystal Castles perform a few times before this. Once at a house show in Detroit where the house caught fire due to ancient wiring and the entire interior being wrapped in aluminum foil, and another when they opened for another band at Metro where Alice spent the entire show on the floor in front of the stage drunkenly rubbing a strobe light on her vag.

But by now they’d “made it” and it was guaranteed to be a very professional show (our grades depended on it).

It wasn’t.

Deerhunter went on, on time, and did an amazing, extended set - aside from being interrupted multiple times by some blue hair student trying to prevent the student crowd outside (only about a third of those who wanted to attend got in) from banging on the historic plate glass windows - all while Deerhunter’s leader, Bradford Cox encouraged the destruction.

Crystal Castles showed up hours late, wasted, and played an awful truncated set due to time constraints.

Decade old power pop is my guilty pleasure

• Are there still acts doing 2010s dance/power pop? Please recommend.

I am shutting down Topsters 2 soon. Because I stole it from its rightful owners in Germany. I have to find them somehow. It is time for them or someone else in Germany to make Topsters 3.0. Hegel, the German philosopher, is haunting me. I'm sorry! Now I see that Hegel was not the best philosopher. (He had an illegitimate son who he sent to die in war.) Franz von Baader was better. The Lutheran Doctrine of Two Kingdoms is wrong. (Though, to Hegel's credit, he did call it the "massive error of modern times." He was right about that. For real.)

I am going to try to return the Multnomah lands to their rightful owners, wherever they are. I fear that the legacy of Lutheranism is tainted by neurosis. Someone stole something from Martin Luther. He was neurotic. We have to reconcile the Lutheran and Catholic churches.

Also, CO-VID is Seeing-Together. COVID-19 is Television.

And 5G is incurring the wrath of the Power Behind the Bees. The Queen Bee is angry! Turn off the TV!!! Stop using 5G!!!

If you think you have autism, perhaps someone has stolen a part of your soul. You need to find that person, and try to make an exchange with them for it, so that everything is in its right place.

Everything spiritual is also physiological. The lowest is connected to the highest. The drinking fountains in my high school (Grant High School in Portland, Oregon) were filled with lead for a decade. And the superintendent, "Carole Smith" (if that is her real name) knew about it for decades and let everyone drink poison water. So all the kids in Portland, Oregon have lead poisoning now. That's why Portland is so crazy. But it's a good city. We just have to give the Land Back to the native people.

Autism can also be caused by waiting too long to have kids; taking Tylenol while pregnant; or by using synthetic oxytocin, a.k.a. Pitocin (which is made by Par Phamaceuticals) to cheat the fertility goddesses. Especially Anu and Kokopelli.

Finally, Amerigo Vespucci and his legacy has to give the Land Back to the Native peoples. Especially the Multnomah Tribe, the Clackamas Tribe, the Sioux Tribe, the Apache Tribe, the Cherokee Tribe, the Cheyenne Tribe, the Watlala Tribe, the Molalla Tribe, the Assiniboine Tribe, the Yanktonai Tribe, the Itazipco tribe.

Take care. The gods are real. Please don't steal. Yours truly and with much love.

Little Dove

do you know what you are?

Albert Ayler (/ˈaɪlər/; July 13, 1936 – November 25, 1970) was an American avant-garde jazz saxophonist, singer and composer.

After early experience playing R&B and bebop, Ayler began recording music during the free jazz era of the 1960s. However, some critics argue that while Ayler's style is undeniably original and unorthodox, it does not adhere to the generally accepted critical understanding of free jazz. In fact, Ayler's style is difficult to categorize in any way, and it evoked incredibly strong and disparate reactions from critics and fans alike. His innovations have inspired subsequent jazz musicians.

His trio and quartet records of 1964, such as Spiritual Unity and The Hilversum Session, show him advancing the improvisational notions of John Coltrane and Ornette Coleman into abstract realms where whole timbre, and not just mainly harmony with melody, is the music's backbone. His ecstatic music of 1965 and 1966, such as "Spirits Rejoice" and "Truth Is Marching In", has been compared by critics to the sound of a brass band, and involved simple, march-like themes which alternated with wild group improvisations and were regarded as retrieving jazz's pre-Louis Armstrong roots.

Warning: transphobic

Yes, that Tony Visconti. What a guy.

Bad B-word

Deep Throat

Trade coming, here he go

Spit game, "What's your name?"

Big Momma, check the frame

Bussy good, Bussy right, Bussy wet, super tight

Bussy got him coming like Diana when I throw it back

Head hunter, meat eater, head [?], skeet drinker

Full coarse meal what I feed him

When that neighbor eat my Hidden Valley, Cookie crumble

Do it right until I mumble

Make this Bussy cream like a twinkie when you're in my tunnel

Stiff peepees, love them, put nothing else above them

Frick a neighbor once and he tell his boys I love him

Baddest b-word in this game

Google me, you know the name

Reese Deveraux usually/used to fricking all you bitches' man

1 ,2 ,3 and to the 4

Big Momma in this b-word but yall already know, uh

Ya can't read my Pokerface but he can darn sure eat my Debbie Cakes, ahhh

He said I'm plastic so he threw me in a Bentley

The genuine I buy just be getting all sticky

My throat skills make a neighbor c*m before he pre

I'mma nasty motherlover, you ain't heard about me?

It's the grade A meat eater, it's the baby sipper, it's the

"Can I get a large order of your skeet drinker?"

The baddest b-word, since the other one is on the leash

Nick named me Velveeta, cause I'm all about my cheese

Call me what you want, but you can't call me broke

And my rhymes way better than your cheesy butt flow

I think these bottoms hating cause their Bussy out of order

I told them bitches get it fix and If it helps here's a quarter

B-U-S-S-Y!

I'mma bad b-word shawty don't ask why!

Na na so sick make your neighbor toes twitch

Shouts out to Foxy, yeah that ho a bad b-word!

B-U-S-S-Y!

I'mma bad b-word shawty don't ask why!

Na na so sick make your neighbor toes twitch

Shouts out to Foxy, yeah that ho a bad b-word!

Love the way my Bussy go badonkadonk-donk

Keep ya eyes on my badonkadonk-donk

You think you can handle this badonkadonk-donk?

Well put your tongue in my badonkadonk-donk, uh, ah!

Yuh, shouts outs to the Ashleys. Uh huh, Big Momma