A very Happy New Year to you and you and you.
It is with great sadness that we start 2016 without one of the greatest, diverse and evolutionary mad musical geniuses that ever was. Alas, I have a sneaky feeling the Starman would want us all to be the most fabulous selves we can be and most of all, not to be boring…RIP Mr Bowie.
Sticking with goodbyes, I must acknowledge one more super star that has left us in recent weeks and that is the majestic Lemmy of Motorhead. I am very, very lucky to be able to say that I got to see him play live with both Motorhead and Probot. Watching him play was like someone picked me up, shook me until I was giddy and ultimately left my brain knocking around my skull. Lemmy really was the epitome of a rock and roll icon. Goodbye to you, my skull knocking hero.
Holy cow, I hope that this goodbye list isn’t going to get any longer but I need to add a couple more nods. Firstly to Glenn Frey of The Eagles. Take it Easy is one of my all time favorite Eagles songs to which I frequently start my mornings cat wailing the lyrics to. Thank you Mr Frey for the beautiful material that I torture my girlfriend and neighbors with on the daily.
Then of course Alan Rickman, man words cannot express his genius and I cannot express the importance of an actor of his caliber. I will miss him, I think most of all. One of my absolute favorites…always.
I hope all of these heroes rest in peace and that their families find solace in their legacy and impact on the world because all four of these men were giants among men.
I recently went to see Henry Rollins at St Georges in Bristol. As usual Rollins did not disappoint, he was positively fabulous. It’s really very hard to describe his shows to newbies, as I found with my girlfriend. This is how that conversation went down.
Me: So hey you wanna go see Henry Rollins in Bristol?
Charlie (Girlfriend): Who is Henry Rollins again? The guy who’s in the cat band?
Me: No the cat flag band shirt is a pun on the band he was actually in Black Flag.
Charlie: Oh okay…Are they screamy?
Me: A bit I guess but it’s not a gig, there’s no music it’s just him talking.
Charlie: Is he screamy?
Me: Well I guess kinda but like in a passionate way.
Charlie: *Raises eyebrow* ??
Me: It’s like a comical philosophy lesson from a punk rocker. You in?
Charlie: Will there be cats?
ME: Sure why not…
Honestly you just have to get these newbies there, she hasn’t stopped harping on about it and now down to Henry Rollins I’m pretty sure we will be spending our honeymoon in Santiago And if you, like me acknowledge Henry Rollins as the one true savior then you simply must go see a show…or just look the guy up, buy his book, listen to his podcast…simply get all up in that sexy man’s grill.
I have just finished watching the Making a Murderer documentary on Netflix and gah it’s a minefield of horror. From the injustice in the American judicial system (that just keeps getting highlighted over and over again by the likes of the dash cam footage of young unarmed black men being gunned down in the street by police, to the racial profiling that might have been at the heart of Serial and now to this documentation of fuckery) to the actual crime that hasn’t been given a proper investigation which resulted in the despicable murder of a 25 year old woman who had her whole life ahead of her.
It isn’t my job as a viewer to accuse or provide theories (despite my passionate deluded interest in these cases) but as a witness to a documentation of such dire inadequate prosecution and conviction, it is my responsibility to express my absolute disgust at the way this crime was treated.
Lets not forget that this isn’t a murder mystery for our entertainment but a documentation of injustice possibly for Steve Avery and possibly for Brendan Dassey but most definitely without a doubt an injustice on Teresa Halbach whose death has not been in receipt of a proper trial considering how it would appear to all who watch with an unbiased mind, that her killer could possibly still be out there.
It also left me with a fowl taste for those vultures that call themselves journalists squawking in on the remains of broken people for their scoop (shit is that why they call it a scoop?). Oh man that dateline producer bitch made my blood boil by uttering the words ‘murder is hot right now’…fuck man seriously? fucking seriously? If I were a pigeon I would shit in her face!
This is must watch TV because it’s one of those important ones much like Serial before it, this is a story that the world needs to hear so that we can eye up those corrupt sons of dickheads and make them answer for this horseshit excuse for a prosecution.
So thanks for reading my spiel.
I wish you all the best year you could possibly have.
My new years resolution were threefold and I will write them here as written evidence that I committed to these three things.
- Be more zen
- If I can’t be more zen, be more ruthless
- Be brave.