random thoughts

I for one was pretty excited about health-care passage last week. You may recall a little bit of germaine info: Taffy McKittrick is a mothereffing artist! And artists need healthcare! In all seriousness it means that I can one day soon - or at least by 2014 - quit this stinking, festering blowhole of a day job, wherein I continue to suffer the indignities that come tied with filing, re-ordering, stocking supplies and the malaise disproportionate to my general well-being and thought streams. In short, I don't like my day job. You read this blog alot so you know this. But I like it even less after healthcare passed and so now I am forced in the break room to listen to Ed McGurkle and Timmy Sparks bleat about teabagging and socialism and how this country is going down the tubes. btw Ed and Timmy are real dumb

What a Whisper Whistles: Love-Beats!

In this fractured cosmos of time and space we here on the planet earth, like so many homo erectus creatures that came before, find the fragmentary and illusory nature of existing put on our doorstep. As you are aware I am an artist and the concerns of the artist lay mainly with issues of the heart, of love, and with the heart of love but how then can the artist address the necessity of living, which is to say, paying bills. Further, and this is my main point, I don't like paying bills. The necessity of bills is a further means of diminishment available to the establishment to put the screws to the little guy. Put another way, if I'm sitting in my apartment playing guitar in nothing but a soiled bathrobe, it's my proprietary right. If said bathrobe is wide open and a neighbor happens to look in the window as she passes, that an entirely different concern (but at bottom, it cannot be my fault but hers for letting her errant eye-scape wander curiously to the happenings of one Taffy McKittrick). Do you see what I'm saying here? Is it as clear as a sun-swept sky to you? The artist is allowed to do whatever he needs and wants, and this is my bigger point, paying bills interferes with artistic natures and undertakings. If I'm lost in a reverie of songcraft and bill collectors call constantly, then it disturbs my mind, which may have been exploding with a series of deep thoughts, set to music.
Ahh, this life!