last days of radio (i shot a man in reno)
…just to watch him die.
the very emphasis of the commandment: thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.
so said freud.
ten celebrations in song to our murderous impulses. a sad/happy reminder of our bloody instincts. so raise a glass (of red please) ladies and gents for jealous rage, for madness and isolation, for the death penalty, for suicide, manslaughter, terrorism, war and god. to the terrible exhaustion, to the most foul, to stabbings and shootings, to abstractions, to the darkness (and lack of light), to mania and homicide.
salut!
- venetian snares: ongyilkos vasarnap
- birthday party: 6 inch gold blade
- mississippi john hurt: frankie
- entombed: ballad of hollis brown
- violent femmes: country death song
- bauhaus: terror couple kill colonel
- johnny cash: folsom prison blues
- swans: blood and honey
- big black: fish fry
- steve earle: billy austin
