Some Guy Who Spends All Of His Time And Energy Complaining About Others In A
Mean Spirited Way
By Phil Honolulu
Im Phil, I scorn human contact, and I got asked by some of the hardworking
staff over at stately Terminal Boredom Manor to do a column. Heres the
skinny: in early October, I decided to start a blog. Mindless tasks gather
cobwebs between the ears and I figured a few spare minutes spent vomiting up
something on the internet would be good for me. Nothing really wrong with
that, right? But after I started posting, in addition to many things I
praised, I rallied against things I thought ate shit. You should see the
fucking email I get. Dont get me wrong, I get some from good people that I
enjoy conversing with, but they do little to stem the tide of cretins. I get
more assholes, idiots, pinheads, jerk-offs, nimrods, and the just plain dumb
sending me their unsolicited thoughts then I know what to do with, Jim. Some
of you out there in the vast wasteland of fanshipland are probably the cats
pajamas, the bees knees, folks if I met you in person I would be proud to
call my friend, etc. But a lot of you are real fucking stupid, and dont
deserve air.
Anyway, amidst all the bullshit I get in my inbox, both Rich and Todd
Tricknee asked me to contribute to Terminal Boredom, and obviously, I
accepted, although with a degree of reluctance. Ive already got a forum for
my thoughts, so I didnt see how it was necessary for me to spew words
somewhere else. I dont feel any immediate need to rope in more readers that
forum like this could provide, and most importantly, I didnt know how
exactly I would go about writing a column anyway. Writing a column looked
tough and unrewarding, just like life. Rich suggested a Grim Reaper
column, where I review other reviews, both material from previous Terminal
Boredoms, in addition to other sites and print magazines with similar areas
of coverage. I think Richs assumption was my usually misanthropic self,
filled with hate and disgust, would contradict pretty much everything I came
across, generating nominal outcry. Its a fine idea, but I agree with what
many of these reviewers opinions. I like the Lost Sounds, too, you know? In
the future, hard up for a nice idea of my own, I may still peruse other
reviews and offer my 2¢, but I wanted to get a regular, unassigned subject
under my belt first. This is it, and I dont have the slightest fucking idea
what Im going to write about. Really, Im not trying to be funny, amusing,
cute, or cheeky. I dont know what the fuck Im doing. Column? What the fuck
do I know about writing a goddamn column? But I said I would, so now Im
stuck. Here goes:
I try to write something in my aforementioned blog everyday. I got more then
enough stuff I dislike confronting lazily floating around in my skull, so
its probably healthy for me to let off a little mental steam. Of course,
trying doesnt make it so, and sometimes my Boss is on my ass or I just
dont feel like typing or Ive had an uneventful day or I just dont have
the spare ten minutes. But, I think get a fair amount of verbiage up there
anyway.
But then again, what the fuck do I know? Im no authority on rock writing. I
enjoy Nick Kents - but his insistence on painting everything in grand,
mythic terms can get really goddamn tiring. I like Tosches, even though
sometimes he has the horrible inability to shut the fuck up, which is often
coupled with his deep compulsion to constantly remind the reader of how
great he sees himself. Richard Meltzers not a music writer as such, and his
purest attempts at rock writing are no great shakes. Lester Bangs humanism
rubs me the wrong way and anyone whose trajectory ended with him taking the
Clash that fucking seriously is a sad and tragic story. Greil Marcus is a
pompous windbag that should be buried alive under a pile of dirty socks.
Robert Christgau is a dimbulb that wouldnt know a good record if it sunk
its teeth into his in his lumpy, ineffectual ass. Dave Marsh puts me to
sleep. There is only one recent scribe to gain some widespread renown and
his name is Jim DeRogatis, and he is a total fucking moron. Nevertheless, a
generation ago, good music writing was encouraged, and could, on occasion,
even manage to flourish in the press. But those days are long gone and any
of your idealistic, pie in the sky plans/hopes arent going to cut the
mustard in a highly competitive, advertising driven marketplace. What in the
mainstream is worth taking the time to type about anyway? You want to read
about the material a typical Terminal Boredom reader gives a rats ass about
it, you gotta scrape the dark recesses of the counter culture to get the
lowdown.
But fuck a duck, you got a degree of analytical ability, so you knew that
already. But I got an exercise for you. Sit down, put your fingers in your
ears and dust off your thinking cap. Take a minute to reflect on the way the
world at large works, socially. Subjects for your cold, unblinking,
objective mental gaze: the way people act, ratio of leaders to followers,
reasoning to gullibility, conformists to nonconformists, folks with
dunghills between their ears to the relatively intelligent. Got it? Done?
Ready? Are the ugly, naked stats giving you the hundred yard stare from the
back of your brainpan, Chuck? Alright, tell me if Im wrong: The same
behaviors, the same sad social mores that have been dictated by eons of
evolution, the same predictable behavioral patterns inherited from apes,
along with our biological functions..? They arent much different if youre
dealing with the world at large as opposed to the small group of folks who
are reading this right now. The only difference I can spot is that the
former has a whole lot more girls (think about that for a minute,
tightpants). You can get all uppity, and try to reassure me that the fanbase
for something so off the beaten track has lots more lights upstairs then
the everyday average Janes and Joes, but you arent selling me. An aside;
yeah, you like poking fun at Metalheads, Trekkies, various other groups of
dipshits with easy to spot group name? Good for some yuks, is it? Who the
fuck are you, Mister Garage Rocker? Ive got some news for you Fred, how
fucking different do you think you are, with your ever so similar codes of
behavior? Obsessives are obsessives. Its like when a member of one religion
ridicules another religion. Use your noodle, Charlie, all of your fucking
religions are equally silly, antiquated and intellectually invalid. For your
further info, Slim, if some of the email I receive is a reliable, empirical
indication, there is nothing for our group as a whole to be proud of. Like
many others, were a group that theoretically is priding itself on
nonconformity, while were happy confirm to whatever self appointed arbiters
of taste have laid down. Not that Ive got anything against self appointed
arbiters of taste (I enjoy them if they are amusing or intelligent or
entertaining, etc.), but the least you can do is try to take that shit with
a grain of salt.
Phil Honolulus theory of musical criticism in a nutshell: We all start out
the same way as music listeners, but once our tastes solidify and become
more discerning, were able to recognize merits that were once hidden. The
most eloquent, articulate, compelling arguments for why you like something,
or why you hate it, doesnt add up to oatmeal when said recording never
tickled some buried neural receptor in the first place. B-b-but, maybe the
good stuff (criticism-wise) can point you in the right direction. Right?
Obviously, I didnt put my theory into practice when I started posting,
instead I did a pretty drastic downshifting from that mode of thought. I was
just trying to point out to strangers something I liked, or attempted to
make an pertinent observation on some record theyve heard. Nothing wrong
with that, right? Then again, I noticed how goddamned silly some of the
bullshit that people in this often repulsive subculture enjoy, or accept.
Throw in some movie reviews, and my recounting of recent biographical events
(important for yours truly, who has a memory like an old rusted screen) and
you got yourself the contents of my blog. This got some people upset. For
those people, suck my toe.
Just wanted to mention something; I like some of these records and some of
these bands and hold them in as much admiration and venerate them as much as
the most ardent fans out there. Theres nothing wrong with taking something
seriously, especially something you feel enthusiastic about. However, there
is something wrong with not having a sense of humor, and there is something
wrong with lacking perspective. So fuck you.
Phil Honolulu, Letters Have No Arms
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