i was watching the seahawks/packers game this past sunday. i was having some loverly serendipitous apricot ale out of my new favourite beer mug, when david and jeff got to talkin' politics again.
i knew exactly where this was going...
see, david is a staunch democrat.
jeff, however, can grasp the theory of trickle-down economics.
i have left leanings, but i also have right leanings.
i also know it isn't wise to align yourself to theories formulated by other fucking people.
in the few years i've known david, i know that he sometimes gets it in his head that he's got the greatest world view, a benevolent sense of right and wrong.
jeff, however, just likes being a prick... which, you know, i can dig that.
david doesn't really know how to argue, or so it would seem. jeff made a statement about not being made to feel guilty by the bleeding hearts for what he has, for earning what he has.
david, of course, retorted by calling jeff a bad american, and that he needs to have a sense of guilt for having, and not giving to the have-nots.
this is when i chimed in:
"look, i know you guys each have your view, but right now, both of you need to sit down, and drink beer, and watch football, and leave the debate for another day."
david replies with, "hey, man, i have a right to express."
"you're right - but i have a right to sit on my skinny ass, drink beer, watch football, and not have to listen to you guys during a seahawks game!"
that argument was over in the blink of an eye. each knew there was no coming back from that point.
i mean, seriously - the only bad american is one who doesn't like to relax with his buddies.
i took jeff outside during the half, and told him not to argue with david.
"it's not that i don't agree with you, dude, because i think you and are are similar politically, but i frankly don't need you egging him on. i DO have to live with the guy, you know."
jeff conceded, and we proceeded to watch the seahawks get their asses kicked by the pack.
fuckers.
david kinda gets on my nerves sometimes... i was trying to relay a pigman story (pigman: recently former drummer for my band, below blackstar - and yes, i'm kinda upset about it), and he cuts me off by telling me to get over it, and that if i keep feeling negative about it, i'll never find someone to replace pigman.
the problem with people is that they feign compassion, but are really only interested in themselves.
now, see, here's where i circumvent that logical fallacy - i don't pretend to be compassionate, and i fully accept the fact that i am mostly interested in myself.
see, i learned a long time ago that if you don't care about Number One, you'll never be in any position to care for others.
and i do care for others... those that show me that they're worth my care.
i've seen the abuse of the system, and trying to work with it is like riding a bike without a seat.
working with idiots will only allow you to frustrate yourself. i know exactly what kind of challenge it will be to find a drummer because i've been there for the last eight years. i know exactly the kind of challenge it will be because i'm actively in the scene, and i know the landscape of seattle music. i can anticipate the pitfalls because i've been a musician for a very long time, and i know that only the few that earn the privilege can ever grace the stage and maybe, just maybe, influence somebody else into doing for themselves what you have done for yourself.
i know what kind of challenge lies ahead because musicians are dicks.
how do i know?
i am one.
we can smell our own.
i don't talk politics with david because if i told him i was honestly going to vote for mcclane/gruber, i'd get a lecture about what it means to be young and inexperienced and stupid.
news flash, buddy: just because you're old doesn't mean that you're wise...
it just means you're old, and you can still be stupid.
hmph - all this from a man that screams like a little bitch when he sees a little mouse.
the dream is over, asshole.
but if i do, remind me of this.
remind me that once i was free,
once i was cool, once i was me.
and if i sat down, and crossed my arms,
hold me into this song.
knock me out, smash out my brains,
if i take a chair, start to talk shit.....
if i get old, remind me of this:
that night we kissed, and I really meant it.
whatever happens, if we're still speaking.
pick up the phone, play me this song.
elect john mcclane
