The Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre: Public Enemy Number One

With the advent of an up and coming 40th birthday most people write a sappy, self deprecating and hellish introspective about how they spent the first 4 decades of their life. They'll have these dreamy flash backs to yesteryear and complain how kids have it easy now with their space age gadgetry and cool teenager clothes by Miley Cyrus...Myself, I'm more along the lines of fuck you I had fun and I am not ashamed to brag about it. Sure times have changed for the worse but that just makes me proud to be part of this communicable virus known as humanity. Now at the touch of a button I can offend someone half-way across the universe. The world has truly changed since 1970. Music has changed the landscape considerably almost to the point of a cross gender inducing pop icon status ray that shoots into your home and transforms you beyond all recognition. One moment you're a rocker and "Puahhh!" the next moment you are wiggered out with your baseball hat all askew. "MTV is dead Pandora rules" is the lunchtime cry across the halls of improper conduct and fart jokes. I for one am glad that the mighty have fallen so hard. How can anyone stand music with visuals... Last FM rules the cyberwaves powered by a little project started in a small cubicle which has grown into a godzilla sized behemoth called Twitter. It is a very exciting time for music and music lovers. The gravitas of the moment is being weighed in on still by asshole music writers but the final outcome is still far away. However, when a simple tweet can sink a multi-million dollar farce of a movie in one night, that's a misplaced cry of "Power to the People!!" Wouldn't you say?? It's funny how the 18-25 voters have dominated in the past couple elections. I remember when I was asked during the voter registration period in high school what party do I claim? I answered Independent only because I didn't know what I stood for yet. The road was still too twisted and sick to be revealed yet. Now that information is moving at the speed of thought I don't think any post modernistic father of modern psychology could start to wrap his mind around what is occurring in our modern world. Where we stand, at this technological apex, we should maybe lean over and stare into the dark abyss beneath us even if scares the shit out of us.
On a somber note I just found out that Jun Seba 36, of Nujabees fame (samurai champloo soundtrack? anyone?) died of injuries sustained in a traffic accident on February 23rd 2010, he will be missed. On an even darker note Alex Chilton of Big Star died of an apparent heart attack at age 59. So on my birthday I would like to say "Thanks,I'm truly glad to be alive and enjoying your music this day"