This is a perblog, obvs., so it follows that my approach to music reviews would be quirky. I don’t pretend to encyclopedic knowledge I don’t have, but where I do have knowledge or lore to share, I’ll probably include it.
That said, I make a distinction between the object in my hand and the band it represents. I don’t know these bands, most of them I haven’t and never will see live, so my relationship is with the chunk of vinyl, the CD or the streaming digital file. That’s what I review.
I guess I could subtitle this one “Trans in 2026”
We’re about 5 days out from the Equinox. It’s raining pretty good out my window. A few days ago, the aspect of the world was whiteness everywhere, and right now the whiteness is almost gone, being replaced by a muddy grey/brown/green, like bad color blending.
My sweetie is planning to make soda bread today and guinness stew tomorrow. Soda bread is OK, but the sweetness and strong caraway flavor is not something that I look forward to the way she does. I do love me some guinness stew, though, and the soda bread will go with it just fine.
The world continues to be a rolling disaster, and it’s not particularly “slow-rolling,” though the pace could pick up significantly, if certain people aren’t stopped. On that note, there’s building speculation that Bibi Netanyahu is dead, although there’s no confirmation of that other than the worrying “proof of life” videos that are clearly AI fakes.
There are two genocides going on in the Israeli sphere, both funded by the US, both intended to clear the way for Israeli expansion. There’s a third major conflict in the area – the bombing and proposed invasion of Iran – also funded on the US credit card, and adding to the depletion of US weapons stores. China and Russia have aligned behind Iran, as the US has aligned with Israel. The major powers are in opposition and things are escalating quickly. It feels like both a cliché and an understatement to say that this situation is not sustainable. But TPTB are certainly hoping to maintain the awfulness.
Domestically, we are in the midst of midterm primary election season, with a deeply unpopular President who wants nothing more than to be an authoritarian monarch in the style of Vladimir Putin or even Kim Jong Un holding sway and openly plotting to steal the upcoming elections.
The espablishment opposition party is not resisting nearly hard enough. Even the wannabe dictator has remarked on it. He thought his takeover was going to be a lot harder than it has been. The street-level response has been fierce, if entirely nonviolent opposition. That opposition hasn’t got the power to make changes on its own, but it is slowing down the fascists significantly, making itself heard on the streets, if not in the oligarch-controlled mass media. The real victory so far is that people continue to resist and to hope for better.
The anti-ICE and No Kings protests are keeping me alive right now, in more ways than one. As the fascists continue to scapegoat not only immigrants but also trans folk like me, it’s very stressful to watch what’s happening in the world, and yet I can’t look away. I spend a considerable amount of mental energy thinking about ways to flee the country, but if I’m being honest, I have to acknowledge that moving from here would be very difficult.
I suppose I’m gambling that ICE won’t make it this far. Or that being trans won’t be made a crime in Massachusetts and that I’ll be protected here. But whatever happens, I can’t predict now, everything beyond the horizon seems shrouded.
Surprisingly gorgeous, atmospheric rock album
Beyond the Shrouded Horizon was released in 2011 on Inside Out music. It’s Steve Hackett’s twenty-first album.
I love all of the ways this record is its own thing, and yet harkens back to Hackett’s history. It’s very “boomer,” sometimes astoundingly old-fashioned but somehow beautiful even in its most cornball moments.
“Waking to Life” has a harmonic minor motif that’s very nice. I love that he has Eastern European connections in this music.
There are other essays into varied musical styles – The bluesy rock of Prairie Angel and Catwalk, the dense harmonies of Looking for Fantasy – but the central feeling here is mystical, in the same way that blue-hour motif reflected in both the title and the cover photo is.
One reason this CD appeals is that Karen, my wife, also likes it. She asks me what I’m playing when I put it on, which she doesn’t do for a lot of the music I’m listening to these days. I think she would like Renaissance, which I’m about to start a deep dive into, although she’s aware of Annie Haslam. I think Annie is folk-adjacent enough to appear on her radar.
I love folk too, but I have really felt pulled towards prog and high-energy rock music for the last little while. I think that may have to do with the state of the world. I think i’m hungry for warrior energy, and metal and prog seem to have that energy more than most music.
I do understand “warrrior” energy as “boy music” which I resist on a personal level. I wrestle with that idea a bit, since I prefer to signify on the female side generally, but I feel like this is a time when fighting is the most necessary thing for a world citizen to be ready for.
But a warrior has to be fighting for something, and beauty seems like one of the best things one can fight for. Beyond the shrouded horizon, there may be more beauty to come. I hope there is. But we have to get there.
In the meantime, find beauty where you can.
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I’ll be back next week.
I’m in the middle of three book projects, yet I have made the time to post here every week for the last few months. I’ll continue to do this, but this week, I need to prioritize a different project.
Multitasking is really not my thing, but I appear to be doing it. How well I’m doing it is another question entirely. Y’all will be the judge, come the time.
Don’t piss it all away…
I heard a guy with an English accent
Use the word “pissed” in the American sense.
No one else noticed.
He was talking to Americans
And Americans certainly know
What it means to be pissed.
We are pissed. We all are.
So much of the time
And for every imaginable reason.
Over there on the other side
Of the big drink,”pissed” means “drunk.”
Being pissed is something you do to yourself.
But what are Americans drinking
That makes us so angry?
I answer that question all the time.
We swim in righteous dudgeon.
We ride a high horse as we wade through the river.
We vote our values.
Apparently, one of those values is revenge.
Another is the fear of being wrong.
But the greatest value is property.
You can own all the things
If you buy them in installments.
The things you own also own you.
Don’t piss it all away, some say.
If piss has no value,
Does that mean it’s free?
Like life in the USA is free?
Or bought with borrowed money?
Or rented, like beer and coffee?
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