All pissed out…
After much navel-gazing, soul-searching, and masturbating, I have decided to officially end, rather than just ignore, Outside Pissing In. There will be no more posts, nor any delusions of revival. I will not deactivate the blog: this is the Internet where nothing (not even MySpace) ever goes away entirely, so my (mostly) three-year-old rambles and rumbles will be visible for as long as WordPress allows. I am not even sure if I’m a writer anymore, but I am definitely not the same person who created this blog, and to try to fit my thoughts back into a 2009 mindset discredits who I was then and distorts who I am now. This half-hearted experiment, through circumstances both well within and far outside of my control, is an uncategorical failure. There will be other blogs at other times, toned and focused differently, and let us hope, maintained with more consistency and passion that I could muster for this one. But for now, I am explicitly acknowledging what my few friends and fewer fans realized back in 2008: my days of intense, obsessive blogging are over.
Well, except for this…
Kanye West: the new Sly Stone?
In his 33 1/3 book on Sly and the Family Stone’s seminal 1971 album There’s a Riot Goin’ On, a highlight in a highlight-heavy series, Miles Marshall Lewis depicts late 90′s/early 00′s urban bohemia as the “Aquarian age.” He cites Erykah Badu, The Matrix and Napster as evidence of a sea change, a “second Sixties” that abruptly ended with the September 11 tragedy and the ensuing jingoism. Read the rest of this entry »
