I am a writer/producer/musician/humorist/advertising guy. Have always had a love of the absurd and have never been overly concerned with social convention. This site is meant to be a sampler of my writing and music.
My Bad Attitude
“What is the point of a good attitude?” the existentialist asks. What does it matter? We all have expiration dates. Does my attitude keep the meteor from obliterating the planet? By societal standards, I have a bad attitude.
I am not a big fan of anything with a pop prefix: Pop music, pop radio, pop culture, pop tarts. (I do like “Pop Goes the Weasel.”) Also not a fan of homogenized corporatization, mindless nationalism, dogmatic ideology, most reality and talent shows, most food products advertised on national television and let’s throw in much of social media behavior. I am a skeptical optimist, walking the fine line that separates humanism, curmudgeonhood and flagrant relevance. In the 60s, I liked the Stones more than the Beatles. I liked Elvis only before he went into the army. I revered Mad Magazine, Monty Python, Captain Beefheart, Paul Bowles and Lester Bangs.
Here is my sonic proclamation for the bad attitude movement.