I used to lend a hand to editing a few articles on wikipedia, but it was such an exercise in futility and frustration that I had to quit.
I wanted to write something here about John Lennon yesterday, on the 25th anniversary of his death, but marking the death of those we seek to celebrate seems like an odd practice.
I am apolitical to the point of being apathetic. Neither Democrat or Republican, more a begrudging participant, and even then, only when it’s time to vote. As far as voting for president is concerned, I have done so every four years since 1980, and in those seven presidential elections I have not once managed to cast a vote for the “winning” candidate. That should give you an idea of where I’m coming from. Not exactly the mainstream, but I came to grips with that a long time ago.
I blather on a lot around here about music and punk and how great and holy it and I was back in the day, and I usually come off sounding like a smelly old man yelling at a bunch of kids to get out of his yard and go play ball somewhere else. That I am a smelly old man doesn’t make it any more valid or palatable, so this time I’d like to pass the mic to someone who is preserving a bit of musical history right here on the world wide internet.