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folk, freak, & the industrial beat.

the doomed have their rights to… a festive outgoing somewhere out of the heart of the sun… a lucid conquest between stealth and travesty, I suppose… Here, the scene is rife with all those aspects i have been utterly willing to finally expose myself to… there are many various bits to assimilate into the rest of the stew… let us start first with folk music, as descended from early ethnic musics, that have streamed into America through the efforts of migrant peoples… we seem to have taken things for granted a long time ago, and the generations upon generations have created some substrata of concrete ideas and awareness that misery after misery inflicted by the “moral majority” hits the public mass, putting so much pressure on the working class… the result of which throws us all into a dogged tailspin dubbed a ‘depression’ by the quick wits of the day… which we happen to be re-experiencing every time we allow our culture to become defiled from within, it may take the shock waves a few months to arrive, but they always occur in reaction to the latest trashing that we condone from our rulers… the thick rotting smoke billows and flows from the syrupy wake of the industrialization of world economy, and even that distance seems too much from this far away… the reality of the present day, that gift of immediate awareness now, and the capability to function through these electric particles… to swing our arms up and shake away all the problems of the modern day takes a casual fluidity stupendous… the music fills that space… the ghastly hybrid meets the martyr halfway between this hell and the next heaven scape that unfurls itself on distant planes… so, in a winding motion, the folk spoke from those roots that bled for the machine… the early days of machination still required human beings, but it was at this point they were acquired to labor by day as work animals have always had to, with nights filled with grim lusts and grime-coated tongues as they drank themselves dry if they were lucky… too many died in the gears of this previous anarchy, the worst kind yet still in use today, where the forces that be reveal themselves to be against the people… as lamed animals we accept this sedative lifestyle for ease of production, we still waste away, but the music seeds far more than clouds Here… the dreams were once filled with the creams of crops harvested to keep up the profits, the machines began in the ideas from mankind, in kind of like twins fighting the same revolutions again… once to bind, twice to cut free and be, and three times with the mercy trailing behind the cruel and the heartless… the tragedy is that we still resist, and give-up in a balancing act that will deprive as much as deprave all the rest of us, making tests of us to find out who is the best of us… earlier in the century just behind us lies the real revolution that came to a head in the Sixties, one can always read about such things now, but previous to this there were tight controls on information and people getting into breaking free… free from the disOrder that sprang up out of the industrialized menace on the streets, police were becoming more frequently as restless as the criminal, and the gray areas began to thin out as masses grew… the beats were always integral to the counter-structure, creation of dissonance within the system, and even before the Great War there were artists running against the dogmatic regime that has built itself an ivory tower to watch over us… guiding this bliss-stained cultural zenith through subtle grandiose gestures to stem the flow of rebellion… right at the pulsating vein where it comes from… freak has always been partial to me, from a school-aged taunting and onward, it always comes back to me how diverse we really are… music, for myself and many others, is the means to overthrowing the ideal systematic cancellation of creativity… to fr3ak people out, friends… again, the last real American revolution took place just before the deaths of many great leaders, and the constraints of the “conservative” agenda with no real public interest… merely interested in the public, the demographic, the statistical individual… to what degree does a being quantify into anyone’s graph or chart, we are the motion of energy, the physical regulation between forces unknown… we are not graphs… we are graphic artists, hell, we are all artists…