I have been eligible to vote in American elections since the early 90’s but the first time I actually voted was in 2004.  I hadn’t previously voted because I was a member of a religion which specifically prohibited voting.  Weird, I know.  As soon as I was no longer a member of that group, I got excited about the opportunity to vote and that year I supported John Kerry in his failed bid to unseat incumbent president (and Rove/Cheney ventriloquist’s dummy) W.  It was an extremely disappointing experience that left me profoundly disturbed.  I found it very hard to understand why anybody who was even marginally conscious about anything happening in the country could ever vote for a man with the apparent IQ of a sea cucumber, but clearly I misunderestimated my fellow citizens.  It wouldn’t be the last time.

People, it turns out, are gullible, easily manipulated, unreliable, and generally bad at critical thinking.  Also, for the most part, poor judges of character.  I suppose I kinda knew this before 2004, but I was working pretty darn hard to avoid thinking about it.  I was aware that politics were a thing and people were passionate about them but I had also been taught that none of it mattered, it was all equally corrupt and bad, and the whole “political system of things” was doomed to destruction anyhow so I didn’t think I needed to worry my pretty little head about it.  And so I didn’t.

Once I started to realize that politics is simply our name for “how the human species makes group decisions instead of just killing each other” I began to realize that I was at the mercy of the collective bad decision making, poor critical thinking skills, and gullibility of my neighbors and there was no Jesus on horse with a flaming sword a-comin’ to save the day.  That was terrifying and I would like to report that it has gotten less so, but that would be a lie.  It is not less terrifying and people do not instill me with any more confidence today than they did before.  Probably less since 2016.

But here we all are and 2020 is here and the POTUS is a mob boss, the Russians and Republicans are strategic allies, every Democratic candidate on the table has a fatal flaw, and every left-leaning person I know is fighting with every other left-leaning person so we’re probably gonna get twelve more years of He Who Shall Not Be Named after he just goes ahead and declares himself president for life and suspends elections and since I am powerless to change these things, I need to figure out how to live with them and, ideally, not enter into a crippling depression.

The simplest option, perhaps the only one that really rises to the level of a solution, is just to tune out.  Go back to how I grew up.  Focus on music, family, personal development, art, and the rest, just show up to vote my conscience but, otherwise, simply ignore all the bad stuff that’s happening.  Don’t follow the news, don’t obsess over the soap opera, keep a distance.

This is much harder to do in my current life than it was when I was growing up.  I grew up in the pre-internet era when news was a paper delivered once a day which I mostly ignored, despite delivering it around the neighborhood.  I read the comics and skimmed the TV listings for movies or shows I might want to record, but beyond that I was pretty much unaware of and uninterested in the world outside my neighborhood.  No social media, no cable news, no office filled with co-workers with opinions.  It was simple.  Now, if I want to see what’s going on my friends lives, I dip into social media and pretty soon I’m seeing political posts and I’m having opinions and the bubble is gone.  I work in an office on a computer all day, the internet is always happening, and I can choose not to look but it takes a lot more self-control.  It’s easy to avoid things that you have to out of your way to see, it’s hard to avoid things that pop up on your screen or arrive in your inbox.

I’m not sure, either, that I would like to return to the ignorance is bliss stage of my life.  I wasn’t just uninformed, I was MIS-informed.  Because I wasn’t aware of actual events actually happening in the world around me, I was able to be fed a bunch of untrue information that formed the basis of the worldview promulgated by my religion and this kept me from thinking for myself for a very long time.  Long story short, I was insulated and thus slow in developing my critical thinking skills about the world even as I developed my intellectual capacities in other areas like music and computer programming.  Once you are out of a bubble, you can’t go back in.  The nature of bubbles is that they pop and then they no longer exist.

At the risk of over-simplifying then, I see three options.  Go back to being Bubble Boy, lose my damn mind over every new outrage, or, option three, balance.

Here are my fledgling rules for finding balance in a world of political insanity:

1. Don’t over-consume.  Read the news once or twice a week to stay informed on major events, but avoid binging, avoid politics talk shows, podcasts, cable news, blogs, and the obsessive 24/7 coverage.

2. Don’t fuel negative feelings, find positive things to do.  When exposed to the latest Trump outrage or Republican violation of law, morality, the constitution, and basic human decency, you can either fume and stew or put something good into the world instead.  Finish an unfinished project, write a song, listen to a new record, watch a classic film you’ve been meaning to watch, read a novel.  The world doesn’t get better without good things happening, do something positive in response to a negative.  If you let bad people and events paralyze you, the end result is less good in the world.

3. Participate, but moderately.  Vote when you get to vote.  Be informed enough to make good decisions.  Maybe even volunteer to do some canvasing, but also refrain from activities that only serve yourself.  Fighting with people online isn’t going to make any change happen.  Neither is checking out completely and staying home.  Participate in the democracy like it matters but don’t think your passion can change the world or allow yourself to become so disenchanted that the bastards win.

Informed, meaningful, participation plus just enough news intake, and a commitment to contributing my time and energy to positive things as a way to fight against the negative ones are really the three guidelines I’m going to try to stick to.  Feel free to remind me I said this next time I find myself ranting or obsessing.  I’ll appreciate the reminder even if I say, “I know but….”

Two blog posts in a row, what??

This morning I finished reading an anthology volume called Great Modern Short Novels or something to that effect. The novellas were:

  1. Lost Horizon (James Hilton)
  2. The Red Pony (John Steinbeck)
  3. The Third Man (Graham Greene)
  4. A Single Pebble (John Hersey)
  5. The Light In The Piazza (Elizabeth Spencer)
  6. Seize the Day (Saul Bellow)
  7. Breakfast at Tiffany’s (Truman Capote)

I had never read any of them and I enjoyed them all.  I had seen the film adaptations of Lost Horizon, The Third Man, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s, but even those held some surprises in the reading.  Breakfast at Tiffany’s specifically is much more modern than the film version would have you believe. 

Among multiple pieces of dialog that I found surprising for 1958 was when Holly Golightly was talking about marriage and said “If I were free to choose from everybody alive, just snap my fingers and say come here you, I wouldn’t pick Jose.  Nehru, he’s nearer the mark.  Wendell Willkie.  I’d settle for [Greta] Garbo any day.  Why not?  A person ought to be able to marry men or women or—listen, if you came to me and said you wanted to hitch up with Man O’ War, I’d respect your feeling.  No, I’m serious.  Love should be allowed.  I’m all for it.  Not that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.”

Same sex marriage being casually discussed by a character in a novel in 1958?  And it’s far from the only instance in the book.  On another occasion she suggests that Rusty Trawler should “settle down and play house with a nice fatherly truck driver”. 

That’s not the only dialog that seems more apropos to 2020 than 1958.  You know that part in the movie where she’s trying to get her cat to leave and she tells the cat to “Beat it!” and “Scram!”?  In the book she also tells the cat to “Fuck off!”  Hard for me to picture Audrey Hepburn voicing that dialog in the movie.

Like I said, modern.  The story has problematic elements, but I am just noting that I was a bit surprised by Holly Golightly, despite seeing the film version.  In the book she is barely 19 years old but she’s had eleven lovers (“not counting anything that happened before I was thirteen because, after all, that just doesn’t count”) she talks about dykes and gay marriage and bi-sexuality, drops an F-bomb, happily takes money from sugar daddies, and rather than staying with Paul at the end, she leaves the country and he ends up with the cat.  This is hardly a new revelation (https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2018/12/21/was-holly-golightly-bisexual/) but it was definitely not the BaT I am familiar with.

That’s a lot of knobs and sliders and wires…

I haven’t released a new album since The Coal Room EP in December of 2014 but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been musically active. The last six years have been rather productive, actually. I spent some time as a member of the band Robots From the Future, also a stint in the band Fistful of Data’s, I played a handful of solo sets, I released a couple singles with music videos, I sat in on drums for a couple “adult jam” style gigs with friends, and then I joined up with my current band, Awkward Bodies and we have played some great shows and released a few singles as well. Still, I have missed being a recording artist unto myself so this year I hope to change that a little.

I’ve accumulated a bit of a backlog of solo material, enough for more than one album. I’ve winnowed the list down to a decent dozen or so and I expect that I may just start working my way through recording them. It’s no exaggeration to say I’m overdue for a legit solo album.

Since I was in sixth grade I’ve always been involved in one band or musical project or something and have only had a few years where I didn’t at least appear on some sort of recording that was distributed for public consumption in some way. Last year I appeared on three Awkward Bodies singles, the year before that I released a video single for one of own songs, Ostrich, but 2015-2017 was a three year dry spell right on the heels of The Coal Room (and the rather obscure RFTF single “Bloody Baby” which appeared on a comp). And that’s OK. I’m at peace with it. During that time I took some sax lessons, I played shows in a few bands, I kitted out a new studio at a new house, I wrote and recorded new music, I was involved in a pretty cool upcoming Nuclear Gopher documentary… basically, I was very active, just not in the recording arena. But I miss it.

Just this week, I had a recording session with Lemuel “Ace” Herlihy (Michael Heuer) for what will (hopefully) be a followup to our 2014 ambient/experimental/noise smash hit album “Nininger”. The mess in the photo above is from the session. That was really fun and if all goes according to plan we should see that record done in time to submit it for this year’s RPM Challenge. I’m thinking we should call it “Nininger 2: Electric Boogaloo (Return of Ignatius Donnelly)”.Awkward Bodies has been an extremely rewarding experience and tonight we will be having our first practice with our new lineup. Lem Herlihy and I will get together again next week, I hope, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll do what I did with The Coal Room and lavoneloveletter and just take a single session to get the bones of whole new album laid down and then finish it off with overdubs over the course of a few weeks/months. I have the songs. What is stopping me?