COUNTDOWN TO EXTINCTION #8, Jim Trainer Guesting Today On KOOP Radio's Writing On The Air
News And Events From The Week Of November 30-December 12
They played no encore. They threw flowers out into the crowd—mums and roses and calla lilies, green spears of holly—and all to their quintessential and anthroposcenic feedback. Roses for Vern, who got took by the Whiteboy Summer of 2020, lilies for my father and Blair, and mums for anyone who couldn’t be there, including those who would be killed in the hour or so it took for Unwound to run their set down, as armed forces prepared to advance, and you. You weren’t there. I’ve no need to say goodbye to you.
—THE END OF THE REVIEW
The only thing worse than writing is not having anything to write about. It is indeed the life of Kings but are you sure H.L. Mencken done it this way? I been up since 5 and I’m back on Neal Street. It’s nice to have an office on the road as the Piss Pool home office is a wreck. A life on the run is lonely, full of intrigue and violence but there’s a bad side. “Too much” is just getting started for members of what I call The Burning Creed.
We’re the true romantics ain’t it and we’re in love and repulsed with everything. We’ve lived by that Death Of Empodocles quote so long that any kind of trouble anywhere is welcome, s’long as there’s good WiFi and alright coffee.
Your boy will be on the air today, which is why you’re hearing from me on a Wednesday. We’ll forego the headlines and get right to it. Why not. When the news only makes you wanna puke you gotta make your own ain’t it, fly it up the pole and send out a message of love and hate 3,000 watts-strong.
Or tell it from the altar and that crucible of the stage, which I am thrilled to report I’ll be doing this Saturday.
Hold tight, pretty babes. You know I love you, but if you don’t know then I probably don’t. Love, hate—whatever gets you through the night and, as she used to say, the light’s always on. I’d much prefer love, ‘specially when it’s coming from a black & white tom as long as his bowl’s full and the thermostat’s at 68° or warmer.
Hell ain’t half full,
TRAINER
AUSTIN TX
💚 ❤️ 🤍 🖤
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