I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.
Henry Thoreau, Walden

Boyd Rice is the most positive music I listen to.  Not sarcasm, but I don’t think anything else in my library can shed light and hope on daily mundane nonsense like he can.  Doing the Lord’s work.  God Bless.

By the way the Godflesh/Cut Hands/Pharmakon show in Philly was amazing.  If someone else ends up going to the other shows snag me a medium shirt of both designs because they ran out in Philly and I was seriously bummed out.  I’m serious, we got PayPal, this can work.

If you were unaware, Tesco Germany has begun to put all their releases on Bandcamp.  Genocide Organ, Der Blutharsch, :Of the Wand & the Moon:, Anenzephalia, etc. GODS BLESS THE INTERNET.

Death in June & Boyd Rice - Get Used to Saying No!

Get used to saying no
Turn your back on the deceiver
Whose whispers in your ear complicate your life
Willpower, energy, example
What has to be done is done
Without wavering
Without worrying about what others think

Let obstacles only make you bigger
Get rid of those useless thoughts
Which are at best a waste of time
Don’t waste your energy and your time
Throwing stones at the dogs that bark at you on the way
Ignore them
Don’t put off your work until tomorrow
Don’t succumb to that disease of character
Whose symptoms are a general lack of seriousness
Unsteadiness in action and speech
Foolishness
In a word: frivolity

If you clash with the character of one person or another
It has to be that way
You’re not a dollar bill to be liked by everyone
If your character and that of those around you
Were soft and sweet like marshmallows
You would never become the person destiny’s ordained
Don’t stop to think about excuses
Get rid of them, and do what you should

You say you can’t do more?
Couldn’t it be, that you can’t do less?
You never want to get to the bottom of things
At times because of politeness
Other times - most times - because you fear hurting yourself
Sometimes, again, because you fear hurting others
But always because of fear
With that fear of digging for the truth
You’ll never be a man of good judgment
Don’t be afraid of the truth
Even though the truth may mean your death

Some of Boyd Rice’s strongest lyrics.

Tomorrow I’ll be in Philly for Godflesh, Cut Hands, and Pharmakon.  Pretty stoked.  Last time I was in Philly was for Amebix in the coldest weather possible (I don’t remember if they played Winter, but it would have been fitting.)

Disneyland can wait.

Disneyland can wait.

Conversation with my boss on April Fools.

This Town

All my friends hate this place
It’s okay, it’s a disgrace
All my friends love this place
It’s okay, it’s far from grace

More than not I want to be alone
To find myself, find my home
More than usual everyone’s around
There’s too much noise, I can’t hear the sound

People have such petty views
Influenced by those you abuse
and in those times we’ve made a case
That the other people are a waste of space

I’m surrounded by superstitions
That’s okay if you know it’s fiction
No it’s not just the religious kind
Those anti-science friends of mine

All my friends hate this place
It’s okay, it’s a disgrace
All my friends love this place
It’s okay, it’s far from grace

What you see is not what you get
Smoke and mirrors will represent
The perceptions of a modern age
Where this place will burn like sage

Deceptive lovers and dwindling lust
To know your confessions is a must
In this town you’re part of an act
To know the parts that we all lack

More than not I want to be alone
To find myself, find my home
More than usual I can’t escape this town
It’s bitter fragrance is all around

All my friends hate this place
It’s okay, it’s a disgrace
All my friends love this place
It’s okay, it’s far from grace