It has been a busy day, ladies. It’s not even 12:30 as I type this and we’ve already made 3 posts and a Twitter account today. Seriously, there’s vomit and stuff and it’s probably gonna get weird over there. Follow us? Anyways, it’s time for another Shreditorial. We caught Daniel’s show on Saturday at McGill Hall and are seriously pretty amazed with him. Some of the best songs. On a world level. Get downnnnn with it…
Hey. You know what’s crazy? That life is pretty much only as real as you make it. Since we all know there are no gods, or kings, and everyone is equal, I suppose it is up to us to “fill the void.” I mean, sometimes I look at stuff and go, “Man, that is totally Christianity sans God,” or “Man, that is totally flagellation without a whip, or anyone really paying attention.” That’s pretty wild cuz anyone could just end up lost inside their own head forever, trying to know people but always punching their mirror. Or writing characters for a lifelong movie that only one lonely person ever sees. As I watch Mad Max on the big screen inside my mind I can sometimes see what’s going on outside my eyes through the screen. Only then do I realize that perhaps I am madder than Mad Max or Dr. Frankenstein combined.
So, I got to the part where Mad Max is running through Antarctica and Frankenstein is chasing him like Terminator and goes, “Hey, you’re totally a camera-mirror, but I’m dead, like twice, so I’m jealous.” Then, it all hit me like a bag of bricks: this man-made dead body is chasing this post-apocalyptic dude like a robot from the future straight through the Arctic Zone to the center of nowhere. Damn, dude. Sup with that?
I almost drank a cigarette butt out of a big gulp of room temp cola. I almost went elbow deep in an ashtray. I almost ate a roach of my kitchen floor. I almost lost my mind. But then I realized it’s just a movie and I made it as real as I want it to be.
But what about as real as I need it to be? What if its like levels, and I’m on like “7” and I have to journeyquest for “7’s” or watch Mad Max forever. And who really wants to catch the same worn-out flick until their brain powers down forever?
So then I pulled out this sick Bowie knife and I ran it from the top of the screen to the bottom of the screen and it’s guts ran down my face and the room got real quiet. Mad Max was blasting out my head onto the wall with its guts on my face. No one knew what to do, so we all took knifes out and cut the screen from the top to the bottom and the guts busted on All Our Face. All Our Face blasted Mad Max onto whatever All Our Face the Dude lives inside. Then we watched all the dice in the world roll from every side.
So, I guess the world is as real as you want it to be, but what do you with that? Know each other?
Daniel’s playing this Wednesday at The End with JtB and Scremales. Hit it.