Summertime, what a great time when confusion ensues and you
think vague thoughts like the ones I’m typing now. The first digital magazine issue of “FearLoatheLB”
is underway and slated for an early to mid-July launch. Some wild interviews and coverage of all
topics in my head at the moment, with some help. Stoned at the beach or playing guitar in a
hidden corner brings to mind some ideas about a piece of reading material and
why would you want to do it? What do I
gather while in the middle of my own scattered puzzle activities? Well fuck, it’s like why the fuck do I read
something? In addition, what awesome
communities of reckless abandon occupy the neighboring or not so neighboring
crazy flat-out-fucked world I hang out in?
NONE. And NONE. I decided to see what underground art and
activities take place in the Greater Los Angeles area. Notable exceptions were lone wolf types that
just wanted to express themselves, but not even as cliché as that, more like
just “doing something” for the sake of fucking “doing something”, which holds
way more weight than pretending to toy with expression because you have a new
app for your phone or some meaningless piece of shitty music or prose that painfully
mimics other bad shit done by someone else toying around to score a “hit” or
get “famous”. TOTAL BULLSHIT, I love the
disillusionment though. Fascinating,
watching somebody search for an identity or uniform that grants some sort of
acceptance by other invisible people.
That being said, I’m doing a Rock n Roll magazine and
keeping it seedy with every inappropriate detail. Inappropriate detail is of the highest order,
I think those details are the only thing that keeps up paying attention to one
another. While the days roll ahead and blurry
evenings fill the smoking room, here’s my top 5 Summer songs, at least
tonight.
