Reading Henry Rollins’s Get In the Van in our tour van. I feel like I am looking in one of those endless mirrors where you see a reflection of a reflection and so on. Not that I am experiencing any of the insanity that was part of those times, but perhaps reading a book about touring in a van while touring in a van wasn’t the best move.
I have been obsessed with Black Flag though lately. Once I dive into something I want to know everything there is to know about it. I can’t help myself. I dive into a world until I exhaust it and then I move on for awhile. That is why on this blog you will see a bunch of posts about a topic and then a week later I’ll move onto a new set of topics.
This blog is sort of a catalog of my obsessions. I only hope that there are enough people that share my obsessions and/or I can find an angle that makes them interesting to others for a few minutes.
There is so much great art out there. How could anyone be bored? Jail or lines are the only places I have ever found boring. If you give me my ipod and access to books the days just melt away for me. I feel sorry for people that have no passions or have passion and no outlet for it.
I think in the modern world there is a lot of misplaced passion. We are told by the television to have passion for money or items or religion.
Past the pub that wrecks your body
And the church – all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it’s so lonely on a limb