Kablammo!

Before I begin in earnest, I’d like to quote somebody, if I may:

The cause of America is, in a great measure, the cause of all mankind. Many circumstances have, and will arise, which are not local, but universal, and through which the principles of all lovers of mankind are affected, and in the event of which, their affections are interested. The laying a country desolate with fire and sword, declaring war against the natural rights of all mankind, and extirpating the defenders thereof from the face of the earth, is the concern of every man to whom nature hath given the power of feeling; of which class, regardless of party censure, is

The author.

The author, of course, is Thomas Paine, and the passage above is from the introduction to Common Sense. I can’t help feeling that his writing is just as relevant today as it was on Valentine’s Day, 1776. Back when he was inciting insurgents into insurrection against their imperial overlords, America was the underdog. Have we lost our way?

Perhaps, but that’s not really what I feel like writing about right now. What I do feel like writing about is the asshole who rear-ended me on I-95 earlier today. I don’t wanna say whiplash just yet, cuz that’s a little too far, but good thing he was insured. For what it’s worth, I’ve now been involved in the fucking up of both the front and the rear of my mother’s automobile. God damnit.

So anyway, the day after we missed the first half of the Violent Femmes concert in DC, they played a free show at Baltimore’s annual Artscape festival thingy. So it was all good, and I even managed to record 80 minutes worth of their show on Saturday. I ran out of space before they got to the encore and rocked out with “Kiss Off”, but it’s all good.

Speaking of which, Spitesto turned out fairly anticlimactic, tho it was still well worth attending.

Song of the Moment: «Me and Jesus Don’t Talk Anymore» — Beulah