This is going to be a brief, dialed-in post. I have been graced this week with a visit from the heir to the Misanthropaganda Publications empire, and so he's the boss until Sunday night and all of my time he has made clear, is to be at his disposal. I do have a window of freedom to write between the hours of about 2 or 3AM when I typically awaken hours prior to junior's rise and shine. I get a lot of work done in the early morning while the Son of Wolf sleeps.
However, this week, those windows were all booked up for desk clearing. First and most important, I had to write an email to an extremely important person that woefully for the receiver I couldn't keep under 2,600 words. Madonna! That poor person's precious eyes are going to glaze over! I tend to be long handed, particularly when trying to impress someone. Three thousand word emails indicate that the recipient is serious, no-joke business as I would say.
Also, tomorrow morning (Sunday) I need to write another lengthy email. Only the one that I will be writing tomorrow is to my attorney. This publishing house shit, if I'm going to do it for real, is going to be a money pit. I am aware of that. Regardless, an attorney is the first thing I need if I'm going to project any shadow of professionalism, and so I have secured one. I like him. He's mishpoche like me (according to 23&me). He looks like Bob Odenkirk. There was a catch, though. He took me on without making me pay his retainer fee upfront because, well, I don't have it. So, on the promise of a handshake and the power of my word and eye contact, he agreed to begin the wheels in motion on the condition that my stimulus check gets kicked up to him. (Bloodsuckin', ambulance-chasin'...) An accountant is required as well, but I've got the same guy for almost 20 years. He's good! He told me that every time I have more than one dinner and drinks that I can claim it as a write off, saying that it was a meeting with potential talent, another publisher, etc. Of course, printing costs, the logistics of shipping, all of that falls under the umbrella as well. I'm going to lose my shirt on this one, this last hair-brain scheme I've concocted for the Final 22 of acting like a writer, but I don't give a fuck. I want to lose my shirt, I'm dying to get naked!
I may try to post something up mid-week, because Lord Teardrop has struck again with another quatrain, live and direct from my current watering hole. In fact, it was a quatrain for her, a quatrain for him, one for Jane and one for Jim... a quatrain for everybody! Creativity can be maddening, and if I do not evacuate this influx of words bouncing around in my head, my sanity will burn away twice faster than it is supposed to. Be careful what you wish for, aspiring writers, those that beg for a even a little ladle of alphabet soup will often get served three portions! Eventually, there comes a time to purge...
Nevertheless, I absolutely had to remark on how anxiously I am anticipating a package from Barcelona that will provide endless means of dopamine release in my badly bruised and depleted brain. No, I wish, but it's not "China" coming from Barcelona. It's actually better than China White, I think, since I wouldn't know how that feels (yet). The most recent addition to my "List of the Ten", a living and breathing Honor Roll that delineates ten bands that I cannot exist without, has been so kind to issue their two LPs Obraz and SigloXXI on CD format after my wishing it so since I discovered them in 2019.
I discovered Belgrado when I reviewed their hometown colleagues, the 'Anarcho-Post-Punk' band Sect. Sect's drummer, the inimitable Patrycja Proniewska (Polish-born, Spanish-raised) was also doubling as the vocalist for the Post-Punk (some say "Coldwave") band Belgrado.
I thought that possessing Belgrado's music was a fantasy, since they had not released on any other tangible format other than vinyl, which I will not make the switch to. In fact, once those last couple of slots in my collection are stuffed snuggly (by next year's end likely), my collecting days end and my streaming days begin. Mind you, this collection does not include digital stuff that I've compiled as well. So there's a little bit over a third of my collection not represented in my shrine. Enough! YouTube and Spotify will do!
I have reviewed Belgrado twice before on here. One of those posts has been purged at year end clean up, because I was gushing more than cogently arguing their finer points, but a post from January 29, 2020, one that is less incoherent remains up until I revisit them at length once my discs have arrived and I have the chance to spin them on my equipment with their album layout in my hands (that's important to me, its part of the whole package, it's all part of the mood.)
I wish that anyone as broken as I could find this much happiness for just 30Euros. Belgrado is, as of 2019, a member of the List of the Ten, and I am so happy that I have finally paid for all of the enjoyment that they provide my life with. I am also grateful that for just 30Euros, I can store their art in my collection, which gives my life more meaning and worth. Art is love. Love is the Law. The law is that the Final 22 (reference from my novel) must be poetry... will be poetry.
In the meantime, I sign off with the taste that got me hooked, like some fine China White. I have embedded Belgrado's video-clip for the the song "Jeszcze Raz" (which is Polish for "once more" or "once again"). This is how I discovered them and still play this song ad nauseum. I love the video's tone, but most of all, I ADORE PATRYCJA PRONIEWSKA! She has such presence, such character, that this band wouldn't have the mood it is capable of conveying without that face of hers. Enjoy, and stay in contact, for soon my package will be arriving and I am going to delve on my favorite contemporary Post-Punk band.
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