Books and Articles

Henry Rollins in LA Weekly article:

"Since I got all growed up, I have found the existential ennui of adulthood rather humorous and strangely comforting.  Pleasures of the flesh used to include sleep-depriving conquests with great consequences of humiliation and heartbreak.  Now it's a glance at the watch, a brief pondering as to how many years I have left and if it would be rude to check my email once more before disrobing.  Know what I mean?  I hope not."

Zen and the Art of the Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig:

"All tha talk about technology and art is part of a pattern that seems to have emerged from my own life. It represents a transcendence from something I think a lot of others may be trying to transcend."

"What's that?"

"Well, it isn't just art and technology.  It's kind of a noncoalescence between reason and feeling.  What's wrong with technology is that it's not connected in any real way with matters of the spirit and of the heart.  And so it does blind, ugly things quite by accident and gets hated for that.  People haven't paid much attention to this before because the big concern has been with food, clothing and shelter for everyone and technology has provided these.  But now where these are assured, the ugliness is being noticed more and more and people are asking if we must always suffer spiritually and esthetically in order to satisfy material needs.  Lately it's become almost a national crisis - antipollution drives, antitechnological communes and styles of life, and all that."





Arcade Fire
"Sprawl II"

They heard me singing and they told me to stop,

Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock,

These days, my life, I feel it has no purpose,

But late at night the feelings swim to the surface.

Cause on the surface the city lights shine,

They're calling at me, "come and find your kind."

Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,

That we can never get away from the sprawl,

Living in the sprawl,

Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,

And there's no end in sight,

I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

We rode our bikes to the nearest park,

Sat under the swings, we kissed in the dark,

We shield our eyes from the police lights,

We run away, but we don't know why,

And like a mirror these city lights shine,

They're screaming at us, "we don't need your kind."

Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,

That we can never get away from the sprawl,

Living in the sprawl,

Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,

And there's no end in sight,

I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

They heard me singing and they told me to stop,

Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.

Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,

Can we ever get away from the sprawl?

Living in the sprawl,

Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,

And there's no end in sight,

I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.