This is where I take a break from life. The randomness of my thoughts, the sediment of my mind gather here.
#stopSOPA killsopa.com

#stopSOPA killsopa.com

And the naysayers said he wasn’t electable… Suck on that status quo. #ronpaul #revolution. (Taken with instagram)

And the naysayers said he wasn’t electable… Suck on that status quo. #ronpaul #revolution. (Taken with instagram)

Back at it again. If you’re bored check it out. www.givemesimplicity.net (Taken with instagram)

Back at it again. If you’re bored check it out. www.givemesimplicity.net (Taken with instagram)

Well, my first New Year’s resolution is complete.

Well, my first New Year’s resolution is complete.

Please re-post. Do not be ignorant about secretive legislation.

Please re-post. Do not be ignorant about secretive legislation.

youthiswasted:

Emotionally intense images of retired Philadelphia police captain Ray Lewis - who has joined the #OccupyWallStreet protests - being arrested by the NYPD.

Captain Lewis has been outspoken against the NYPD’s wrongful use of violence against peaceful protesters.

From what I have seen, Ray Lewis’ conduct defines honor, bravery, and dignity.

There is a media blackout on images of his participation in the protest, and on his arrest:

crosscrowdedrooms:

It’s proved impossible for me to get this shot of former Philadelphia Police Cpt. Ray Lewis being arrested, published anywhere.  I was adamantly rebuffed by the Philadelphia Inquirer, NYT, local NY papers, and Newsweek, before even looking at the photograph.  One of the only published photos of this paradoxical and intense event is located here at the NYC Observer:

http://www.observer.com/2011/11/former-philadelphia-police-captain-ray-lewis-arrested-ows/

Make this viral and they will come.

Ray Lewis gets 2 posts this morning, because this needs to be seen. I’m not even sure why, but this pair of photos made me cry hysterically.

oh my god. so much props to this man. this country has turned into utter fucking insanity. 

(via andrewaircraft)

Church of level track (Taken with Instagram at CSX Eastbound Lines)

Church of level track (Taken with Instagram at CSX Eastbound Lines)

New music project. Will be a long time before anything is posted, but totally stoked on it. Ordering a mandolin tomorrow.

New music project. Will be a long time before anything is posted, but totally stoked on it. Ordering a mandolin tomorrow.

Nostalgia

I’m sure everyone has a lost love of some kind, not romantic specifically, that always makes you wonder what might have been.

I miss hardcore.

Well, I miss playing in a hardcore band, at least.

Ensign summed it up with the title of their covers album… “Love the Music, Hate the Kids”

There was so much energy.

Playing live and cutting loose was some of the best free therapy I could get.

I wonder what would have happened if I stuck with a band for more than 18 months.

The last band I was in was starting to go somewhere, as proven by the two bands the came out of what was left when we broke up.

I guess I’m not bummed about any of the bands that was in breaking up, just bummed I never truly got to do what I wanted to do.

I always wanted to tour, even if it was just once. I think at most I spent three consecutive days out on the road.

I wanted to release a record on a real label, CDs with wrappers, not stamped CD-R’s and Kinko’s covers, not to negate the value in such things. And not to mention a 12” LP version of the same.

I believe that everything happens for a reason and I know my life wouldn’t be the same now, if things would have gone any other way. Hell, I might have not ever married my wife, own our home, have my old Fairlane, the list could go on, it’s impossible to know for sure.

I wouldn’t change a thing about how my life has gone, but sometimes it’s fun to look back and wonder.

Punk Rock, a manifesto

My recent obsession with Minor Threat came about rather randomly. I’ve always only been a casual listener, but understanding and appreciative of their influence on hardcore and punk.

I think a particular frustrating incident last week caused the lyrics to “Screaming at a Wall” to flood my mind. It’s been years since I’ve heard that song, but some things make an indelible mark on our lives.

The next chance I had to put on some music was the next day at work. As I scrolled frantically through 80 gigabytes of mostly mediocre music on my iPod, I was horrified that somehow I had neglected to add any Minor Threat. A very real feeling of shame and disappointment came over me.

Needless to say, I remedied that problem as soon as I got back home that evening, and since then it’s been hard for me to listen to anything else.

Listening to them lately has prodded a bit of soul-searching, so to speak. Which leads me to the following…

There are two kinds of people in this world; people who are into punk rock and people who aren’t.

And I don’t just strictly limit that to musical preference.

It’s a spiritual thing.

Out of step.

We’re the lucky ones who can think for ourselves, forge our own path and see the misguidance of the unwashed masses.

But we also bear the burden. The burden of knowing that these people will never get “it”. That their meager existence is only to be a lifeless, brain dead drone, a product of mass-marketing, commercialism and consumerism.

They will never understand or embrace punk rock.

It’s for the best, however, that only a few get it.

It’s not about just music. It’s truly a mindset, a way of life and a defining personality trait.

We are the ones simmering under the surface; the rebels, the insurgents, the infidels.

We will never be able to accept a social standard.

We will never settle.

At first glance, some of us might look like “normal people”. But it’s a fire in our hearts that never goes out, a compass that never fails to give direction.

You can see it…

It’s…

In my eyes.

If I am so lucky to get the privilege to die an old man, I know I’ll go to my grave knowing that punk rock changed my life for the better…

It took off the blinders and opened my eyes to a brand new world and shined a light on the one I knew, exposing it for all of its bleakness.

It’s those four black bars.

The little black sheep running away from the herd.

A simple D and a K.

Maybe an X on the hand.

Some hi-top Chucks,

Or a worn out pair of Vans.

Punk rock is our way of life.

It’s how we chose to live.

Everyone elses opinion is worth nothing.

Don’t worry about what I listen to, worry about your own life.

Because I’m not going to change for you or anyone.

It’s what’s in our blood, it flows through our veins…

I could listen to this forever

I could listen to this forever

Catharsasis

There is little on this earth that is as cathartic as feeling that cable click into place, flipping the power switch and waiting for the tubes to warm up and strumming that first glorious chord.

Water tower and crane. #shipyard #watertower #crane (Taken with Instagram at NNSY)

Water tower and crane. #shipyard #watertower #crane (Taken with Instagram at NNSY)

Seems like a logical combination of products. #wtf (Taken with Instagram at Portsmouth, VA)

Seems like a logical combination of products. #wtf (Taken with Instagram at Portsmouth, VA)

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