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How does one get the dual emotions of hating someone and wanting to help them? Is it some kind of weird battle between angels and demons playing out in my overactive imagination? Naturally, I'm speaking about the greasy, East Side dregs who frequent my record store. Sometimes I wonder if they can actually feel my contempt radiating out of my skin. Occasionally, I want to see them all wiped away in a flesh-eating locust plague. Moments later, though, I will be juggling the idea of helping these lost souls get the train rolling down the tracks. I've thought of volunteer work at a shelter or soup kitchen. This sudden change of heart has me even considering purchasing a bag of groceries and leaving it at their doorsteps. Thankfully, my laziness and hermit-like behavior keeps me from being the Mother Theresa or Gestapo Vigilante. My attitude was full on piss poor today, so you know the gestapo boots were fitting quite nice. Sales have been dipping lately and, like a dolt, I take it all personal. I gotta take what EPMD rhymed about years ago....BUSINESS NEVER PERSONAL. This is a trait I think I picked up from my father. All that dude does is grind it out at the General Motors plant like 60-70 hours a week. Actually, I should be thankful for the modest gains we've made this year at the store. When most stores are shutting down or experiencing double digit dips in sales, we've been growing. Every month this year, except June, we have shown better overall numbers. If you take in consideration the mid-apocalypse sweeping the world, this should be damn near hand of god type shit. Hell, we're even opening up a new store. The owner is always doom and gloom or flatlined even in the face of positive news. Every little setback is like Icarus crashing into the fucking ocean. This mental vice grip shit is what gets my Jesus mane getting the touch of grey. I honestly try to understand where people are coming from. The owner of the chain has brothers that are world-class sucessful. I imagine any downward looking figure or occurence actually doubles in his mind. Oh well, the pay is good and sometimes a hip-cat comes in looking for some Soft Boys or Mission Of Burma on CD. You gotta raise it up for little things like that. The main drag of this record store is the pawn shop factor. Most of the dingbats coming through are just looking to get cash for their shitty CDs and equally wortless video games. Their lack of vision and soul-less desire for cigs and beer send my Irish temper into the red. Don't you want to HEAR something you've never heard before? Would you like me to help you discover new musical colors and enrich your life? Join me as I walk down the hallway of musical discovery! On the right we have Sun Ra and his Orchestra channeling the Egyptian gods on Venus. On the left we have Lux Interior crawlin' like a king snake on the barroom floor belting out the zombiebilly in a proud Presleyin fashion. I should stay focused on my journey and not worry about other people meandering back in Nickelbackville playing with their tammywackers.

Speaking of musical journeys...I want to make like a Bible-hued western damnation noise record. Like High Plains Drifter meets Teenage Jesus & The Jerks. My main influences on this project are The Preacher comic books series, Sergio Leone films, Old Testament damnation, Nick Cave lyrics from MURDER BALLADS, and the noise-rock group Barkmarket. Barkmarket sounds like the band who would play in a futuristic western hell-hole. I say influence because I can't play half as good as D. Sardy and the boys in Barkmarket. Man, I can picture this little album working, too. The Saint of Killers from the PREACHER comic is just pinballing back and forth in my brain. I would hate to just take that character and make songs about him. Hell, the guys was based on Eastwood's UNFORGIVEN and Outlaw Josey Wales anyway. What more could I add to that legend, though? All of those stories are so fucking righteous and sound. Maybe I can go from the point of view of a spineless, but intelligent sheriff. Like Bruce Dern's character in LAST MAN STANDING. Awww fuck....I gotta go find a legal pad.

SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
David Axelrod "David Axelrod"
DJ Shadow is the one who brought me into the world of Axelrod. Killer ambiance and drum breaks galore. Some of his stuff comes off as seriously edgy 70s suspense music. Hard fucking breaks. It's really signature compared to some rare groove soundtrack compilations. I really understand what DJ Shadow saw in this music. It even made me go out and purchase the records he arranged with the Electric Prunes. Solid ass material, but definetley no I HAD TOO MUCH TO DREAM LAST NIGHT. Anyway, I gotta get back to my Archie Shepp record. Gotta heal myself with the music. Fire Music is blaring away on the turntable while I keep rambling out the bullshit. MALCOM MALCOM, SEMPER MALCOM. I love Archie Shepp and Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones. Supposedly, there is an album with a LeRoi Jones play being backed by the Sun Ra Orchestra. This is something that I desire. I have one of his plays, The Dutchman and The Slave...but have yet to read it. It's probably two different plays, but I keep neglecting it. It's time for me to start ingesting more of the arts and get away from the hockey fights. I need a smart woman to show me the way!!! I'm culturally handicapped and need female intellectual/ artist to guide down the path of wisdom!!! I'm a great student!!! Oh, if you want to check out another solid album with LeRoi Jones doing a reading...check out The New York Art Quartet on ESP Disk. He reads a selection called Black Dada Nihilismus while the free jazz bubbles and boils. Cheech, this means you.