60 Day Plan to Make It Through

It involves daily deep dives into pop music from the early Teens that I completely missed as I was busy being a debauched Seattle chef. But now, in my mostly heartbroken and uninspired middle-aged crisis, I find solace in what appears to be some pure seratonin in pop form. Thanks to Harry and his pals, you guys (and my local KEXP djs) are the raft I need to get me through this part to whatever happens next.

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It's all coming apart.

Mike. This bunch of white-power Christian zealots is not even pretending anymore. We are actively deporting residents from other countries who have lived and worked here for decades, students who have been protesting the invasion of Gaza, AND....AND frigging British tourists and Uber drivers who take a wrong turn on a bridge and end up in Canada because there is no turnaround, and when they re-enter they are being detained. And then yetsterday the vampire Nazi Stephen Miller announced they are "looking into" suspending hebeas corpus and...and allowing Afrikkaner "refusgees" (you know, rich, white people who exploited Apartheid and now hate the fact that they are required by law to pay taxes and share land ownership) to "seek asylum" here. I fucking cannot take this. They have undone Roe, they are purging the population, and the Supreme Court is about to also make Christianity the only religion (apparently) with any right to freely practicing. I fucking hat...

Post-American Dream

Yeah, Mike, it's really best you aren't around for this. I wish you were, because lord knows I'd like to see what songs might come of all this opressive chaos. But ultimately, it's all fucked up and now I have to worry every day about my nephew being pulled over and snatched by gestapo rednecks with live ammo, or my brother being aprehended for wearing the No Kings sweatshirt that I was delighted to buy him, but also worry will make him a target. That said, I am so proud of Scott for wearing it, and taking the right stand here. I am also inordinately happy that my favorite grandson Mason is in Italy, studying abrod. Here's hoping he has an epiphany and comes home with an understanding of the world. Though I can't imagine what being a young privilged white guy studying in Rome right now would be like, I hope I get to find out (if that other sibling happens to facilitate me meeting up with my nephew again, though I will certainly try). Anyway, it's all fascist...

Too old to be this bummed out.

Hi Mike, What's weird, is that it's all the same, and yet so different. I am gonna die soon, like you. I'm gonna be a blip in the world. As tortured as I am sometimes by the feeling that I should have done more, changed more, worked harder, been a bigger pain in everyone's ass, I am also now finally in that endgame where I am working from home, kind of fine with dying tomorrow. It's weird. Sure, there are plenty of things I'd still like to do, and places to go. However, I'm also pretty fucking comfortable with it all being done tomorrow, and Mike, honestly so much of that has to do with you. Though you and I wouldn't have been you and I if I hadn't fucking tapped your shoulder in in Mass Comm 38 years ago. I need to be clear about that: I hit you up. People (Dawn, mostly I think) will say it was maybe a bad choice. But I don't think so. I think, even though I never took most of the chances that came while I was with you (though I took a lot of t...

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