Molting, molting, molting. When I finally realized it was a reflection my own, I was staring at A hideous, unpleasant monstrosity stood before me A layer of glistening new skin obscured by Leaflets of dried up, decrepit death dangling on my body At any moment it could go Like the last autumn leaf on a… Continue reading Molting
Author: james
Why I Don’t Like The Beatles
Someone once asked me why I made the bold claim that I don’t like The Beatles. Following this exchange, they demanded the I put my response up publicly somewhere (complimenting my writing, it was nice.)– I’d be a dirty scumbag if I only said I did and didn’t, so I’m finally getting around to it.
Task complete.
Prompt: “I’m sorry, but I need an explanation about why you dislike the Beatles.”
You know, I was compelled to tackle this immediately upon reading it. Those words Need. and Now. must be some kind of sorcery, but I resisted it and knew that typing on my phone was not the vehicle for a proper reply.
First off, I never claimed I disliked The Beatles. I respect them enough to ever go that far. I just can’t profess to really like them. Their impact, especially culturally, industrially, and in the realm of recording technology is a phenomenon that could very well be unparalleled. On top of that, even if the songs don’t always do it for me, we are talking about some of the best modern day songwriting there is, but I already said it– they just don’t do it for me. When you’re that good, or that big, there will be those who think that you are hyped up too much. Think of it like atoms in the air. Carbon and oxygen are great, they dominate the show, but think of poor hydrogen or helium. Those guys are amazing too. Maybe they got fed up and that’s why they are so utterly explosive (especially when you split them).
how to estrange yourself from everyone you know in 2300 words or less
If you have an aversion to brutal honesty, hit the back button, X out of the window, or turn off the computer– continue to live in your self-constructed fantasy world of ignorance where you are comfortable and breathe easy. I am about to put pretty much everyone on blast like a failed NASA launch. I… Continue reading how to estrange yourself from everyone you know in 2300 words or less
“The Roaring Twenties,” History Says
You’re weak. You aren’t usually, but right now, you’re weak. You need somebody to talk to. You need to spread that weakness out, knead it as if it were a cramp, but, tonight, there is no one. You’ve laid out this string of thoughts in your head on more than one occasion, but now that… Continue reading “The Roaring Twenties,” History Says
joy, pores, love, pours
I occasionally pick up work doing Wedding Photography and/or Videography for my neighbor, Josh. It is semi-reglar enough to say that I see a lot of weddings. I had the fortune of working one this past Saturday. First, let me say that Readyville, Tennessee is one of the most beautiful, peaceful places I’ve had the… Continue reading joy, pores, love, pours
an open tunnel
To me, love is just an open tunnel. That tunnel rarely seems to bring anything but pain. I loved a girl for a few years. First, we were barely more than acquaintances through a mutual friend. There was never a day that I was aware of her existence that I didn’t like her. Then we… Continue reading an open tunnel
brain trust
I am going to talk about trust today. Before I get ahead of myself, let me say that it felt good to write something a bit more uplifting than usual last time. Unfortunately, I don’t have much of that in the tank right now, just an assortment of junk. I’m just going to reach into… Continue reading brain trust