Nishe (Alt-Rock)

This band from The Island has been in inspiration to me. They have inspired me to inquire into the morals and standards of conduct on the use of Twitter. Nothing about posting pictures while drunk with a burning joint hanging out of your mouth and a pile of Peruvian Yellow on a glass surfaced table in the background. This is aimed at the practice of hit and running. Some users of Twitter will follow, send a DM, then unfollow after you follow them back. I reckon the aim is to have many more followers than one is following as if to paint a picture that one has grown so popular without needing any follow backs. It must work or folks wouldn’t be doing it.

I did a little search on following and unfollowing ethics on Twitter and the only results were aimed mostly at journalists. I am too lazy to read any of them since I am not a professional journalist. I reckon that there is no need for rules and we are all free to use any method available to paint whatever picture we are able of ourselves on Twitter and social media in general. It’s pretty much a boomtown out in the wild west of yesteryears.

I would be lying if I wrote that it didn’t perturb me that a band followed me, then sent me a message to check their stuff out, then unfollow me a couple days later.  If I had not like the band’s music, I would have laughed it off and just figured it a blessing not to be associated with them by any means including being followed by them. This is not the case here. This is a good sounding band. Not groundbreaking fresh to me, but a band that is very good at what they do. So my pride took a hit and I learned a little about my ego.

I’m also grateful that they didn’t invite me to be friends with them on Facebook with a link supplied that would only allow me to be a follower on Facebook. That is like inviting me over for dinner and not having enough room in the house for me so you hand me a plate of food at the front door and promptly close the door to my face. I am laughing here and know this is being somewhat anal, but that is the truth of me and what I feel before I let it go into nothingness.

To any followers out there: I want to eat at your table and want you to eat at mine. I desire engagement as towards unlearning and learning.

I like this band’s creations. Their punishment for perturbing me with their Twitter practices is there will be no direct links…..:)

“Music: breathing of statues.

Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language ends. You time standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

Feelings for whom?

O you the transformation of feelings into what?  –: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,–
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke

Lettuce (Funk)

Yesterday, I robbed a liquor store and went and ordered a Lettuce T-shirt with some of the proceeds. I reckoned out of the most conscience absolving places to rob, the liquor store barely eked ahead of the mega church down the road here as a target to rob.  The liquor store being two counties away helped a little also. I plan on going to the mega church and donating tithe from the proceeds and start looking around to where as they are keeping their cash at. I want to plan a trip to see Lettuce live and hopefully there is enough cash there to fund it.

Lettuce is originally from Boston and started playing as a group in 1992. They have been around for longer than any of my children. I do enjoy funk. Vulpeck, another funktastic band, was shared on here over three years ago.

I ran into this band by noticing a t-shirt of a lead singer that performs with a band that will be shared here at a later date. I think that Iron Maiden may be the only band in the world that wears their own t-shirts.  It is one way that I’m finding new bands is while watching live videos. I always look at the garb the artists are wearing. Lettuce has a nice way of selling t-shirts online. Buy a shirt and get an album with it or vice versa. Great marketing and a great way to get your art in people’s ears and backs.

Links to Lettuce

Homepage

Twitter

Facebook

As I handed the twenty to the Uber driver his smile grew after I had just told him that I couldn’t have anyone seeing my car parked at the stripper joint. The liquor store next door to the all  nude club was my intended target. I had hacked into the store’s computers the night before and had the home phone number of the lady working the register. I knew that she had two dependents and both were home due to my having also hacked her phone.

 As I left the car, the sweat was oozing. What a rush. I didn’t need the money. This rush is what I needed. Getting away with something gives me the sweetest adrenaline rush. As I turned the corner I noticed the lot was empty.
 When I walked through the door there was only one employee. I looked at the name tag and had a match to the records I had hacked.
 I picked up a bottle of Sambuca and went to the counter. I showed Nancy my phone with her number in que. I smiled and told her if my number pops up on her home phone within the next ten minutes something bad will happen to her children. Just give me the money and call home in five minutes. Then call the police so you can collect the insurance.
 She cleared all the cash out and handed it to me. I took the bottle and walked calmly to the waiting Uber driver who had waited on me for the extra twenty.
 When I got in the car he asked, “Why so fast?”
 “One of my parishioners is in there.”
 “Well, in that case, let’s get you out of here ASAP.’
 “Much obliged. Obliged a thousand times.”