Friday, March 25, 2016

Six or seven. (Eight?)

Jesus Christ on a bike. I told you this hard drive was full. And now there's smoke emanating from the processor. Can't understand it. It's a 486, isn't it? Sure, hot damn. Fast as one of those new-fangled horseless carriages.

Oh, hello. Just grappling with some minor technical difficulties. You know, little stuff like gear that was obsolete in the last century, now over-burdened with production content, bowing deeply under the weight of yet another project, bursting at the seams. Just the kind of thing we're likely to run into here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, Big Green's adopted squat house. Things can always be worse. We could have opted to do something else with this space, like start a church or something, but that doesn't always turn out that well. (See Word of Life Church, Chadwicks, NY ... up the road a piece.) Music it is.

Sure, I know ... it's been three years since the release of our last album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. And while we haven't completed a new album, we have recorded the equivalent of about three albums worth of new material over these last few years. It's all stuff cut into our podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN, so you may have heard it (or not). Bunch of songs, some of them sung by a pantomime horse. Who wouldn't want to listen to that? So there's little doubt in my mind that at some point we will package some or all of Eight songs? Really??these into an album of sorts and toss it out on the street for passers-by to happen upon and drop into their MP3 players.

Now you may ask, what kind of an economic model is that? Well, friends - we are a creative collective, built on an anarcho-syndicalist theoretical foundation, but with neo-socialist flavor notes that put us more into the worker-owned enterprise category. At least that's how I describe it while hopping around on one foot. (I do that when someone is shooting at me for talking like a goddamn commie. This IS upstate New York, after all.) We're giving a whole new meaning to "dance band": We hit the first chord, and Yosemite Sam pulls his six-gun out and shouts "Dance, varmint!"

So, yes ... we will assemble a new album by and by, assuming I can find a big enough technological bucket to carry it around in. Stay tuned!

Least we can do.

Matt wrote a song back in the, I don't know, nineties called "Good Intentions" - I'm hoping to re-record it some day. Anyway, one of the lines went like this:

That son of a bitch with the backdrop and the gun
That son of a bitch with the gun
Well, I voted against, yes I voted against, yes I
voted against for all the poor
creatures of the world
Part of the reason why I'm thinking of this is the current Republican standoff over the Supreme Court vacancy ... you know, their war against the U.S. Constitution which they claim so vehemently to revere. It is depressingly predictable that they would pull something like this, of course. Why not? We gave them power, after all; not by voting for them, perhaps, but by failing to vote against them. Matt was being sarcastic, of course, writing about people who think doing very little is doing enough. It certainly isn't, but things like voting are the very least we can do, and they can make a difference. This is how.

Gotta vote, people. Just sayin.If back in 2014 more of us had said "Damn the torpedoes, I am going to vote against those fuckers if it takes me all day," Obama would have been able to send a nominee through a normal Senate review process. If we had kept the Senate out of the hands of the wrecking crew known as the GOP, we would likely have pulled the Supreme Court back from the extreme right for the first time in more than thirty years. Now that opportunity is completely up in the air. We don't know what's going to happen in November, but I can tell you what isn't going to happen before then: a Supreme Court confirmation vote, that's what.

Elections have consequences, it bears remembering. Reagan's victory in 1980 certainly did, as did Nixon's in 1968 and 1972. We are living with the fallout from those electoral failures, just as we now live with that of our most recent mid-term rout. Turnout in 2014 was remarkably low - that's the essential ingredient in any Republican victory on a national basis. When we stay home and sit on our hands, government at every level becomes more tightly controlled by the wrecking crew. Regardless of how little faith you may have in the institutions of government, that prospect simply cannot seem to you like a good thing.

No matter who wins the Democratic nomination, nor who is running for office in your state or your congressional district. No matter how long the lines or how many hoops you have to jump through. No matter what, vote against the mothers.

Next week: Ted and Donny's super excellent war on terror.