Keeping up with the Trump mess is impossible without being glued to Twitter. This morning, I’m against impeachment, if only because accelerationism seems the best way out of this morass. Let the Republicans stand by their leader. Let them all drown in this ocean of shit. Let the Democrats be the party of the right and organize an opposition from the left. The folks who have been saying this for years have convinced me. It’s a fucking fantasy, but so is pretending that Pence will restore the integrity of the nation and be a fair and just leader. We are so fucked.
Chris Cornell. Facebook is going to be a mess today. I genuinely hated his voice, although “Black Hole Sun” is a pretty good song that I never ever need to hear again.1 Cornell inspired some of the most dreadful music of the ’90s & hearing some of those songs again is cringe-inducing. When grunge began to blow up, I admittedly threw myself into it. Thankfully that didn’t do any lasting damage to me, but the rest of the decade was a wasteland of po-faced, turgid yowling for mainstream America.
For over twenty-five years I’ve been haunted by a crudely drawn comic strip in a zine out of New Orleans depicting the video of Temple of the Dog’s “Hunger Strike”. Everything time I’m reminded of Cornell, that half-remembered joke someone probably scrawled out in 5 minutes pops into my head for another moment of amusement.
- Kim Thayil’s guitar was only aspect of Soundgarden I was into. I was still breaking myself of the metal habit leftover from the ’80s. [↩]