Hello. Thanks for coming out. The band will be out here in a few minutes. Settle down. Thank you. I just wanted to say a few words before things got under way.
Another record store in Greenwich Village is about to close its doors. You can read about it in the New York Times, or on Jeremiah's wonderful blog about Vanishing NYC. Or, you can read the countless blurbs on social media, all mourning the state of NYC and the mom and pop/brick and mortar place of business. There are some good ones, real commentary that nails the devastation and loss, like the frowny face, or "no like." Heartbreaking. Gonna miss that record store...which one is it?
As a former record store owner, I feel qualified to share this. My partner and I closed our business much earlier than we wanted to. I'm pretty sure we could have afforded the rent...you know...if the same people who "no like" actually continued to patronize our shop. We closed because no one came anymore. Unlike many record dealers now, who have plenty of customers but are running out of stock--yes, vinyl is "hot" and difficult to come by, because suddenly Allman Brothers records seem to be worth $25 instead of "you can have this"--we had plenty of stock. We had everything you could have wanted, or some of it anyway. Just no customers. By the end, literally, no customers. Zero. Where did they go? Facebook and Twitter, apparently, Facebooking and Twittering how much we are missed. No like.
But I am over that.
Thank you. Thanks for having me. Next up, your headliner.
I am not here to criticize or point fingers. I am not the opposite of all the things I despise. I am part of the problem, as well as everyone else. I have been on and off Facebook for years. Some of my closest friends, and a few who don't know me at all, think they have me pegged because I post a few sad songs on my blog, or because I just don't feel like "taking things lightly," so I deactivate my account, or stop posting on my blog. Sometimes, I just need to NOT see a fucking meme or emoji. Occasionally, I have no words that will do. I can't pretend to enjoy a new Shawn Colvin record. I can't keep things separate. Sorry, but...it's not "all good."
Fucking Orlando. And GUNS!
I heard this today:
No one! NO ONE needs an assault weapon in their home. If your argument is that you are a good and sane person and would never cause any danger with your assault weapon, you lose, because you ARE insane if you think you need an assault weapon in your home.
It's all about hate, ladies and gentlemen. And laziness. And anything you can get away with. It seems like anything we can do without trying is the way to go. And if you can say it in 144 characters, well that's all you need, baby.
I have no answers and no solution, other than what most logical people have been offering. No more assault weapons. And how about voting? And loving each other. And no racism. And no religion, too. But until that happens, let's try something that should be bit easier No more empty fucking shares and emojis and frowny faces that are supposed to express our sorrow (or joy) until some cat video or video of some schmuck falling off his ladder and landing on his balls comes along to make us laugh and...well...forget everything else. How about taking the time to do some research? Back your shit up! And how about a little passion? Don't just start the argument. Stick around and finish it.
Whatever...I'm really fucking pissed off. I'm really fucking sad. There is plenty of time to die. It shouldn't be while you're fucking dancing.