Monday, November 28, 2016


As I write this, about 53 years ago, a funny thing happened on the radio.

In mid-December of 1963, Carroll James of WWDC in Washington, D.C. played a single by a then-unknown overseas band which blew up the phone lines and started a cultural sensation which has never subsided in the annals of music history.

That record, of course, was “I Want to Hold Your Hand”, by the Beatles.

The timing of the single’s airplay, and the joyful frenzy which followed, came literally just weeks after the assassination of President Kennedy. Just before the shooting, news outlets like the Huntley-Brinkley Report and the Washington Post were just getting wind of the Fab Four’s frenzied following in England and innocuously reporting on the soon-to-be described Beatlemania. But when the Beatles finally gave their gift of music to American radio listeners, the country was in deep and desperate depression, and in need of something to lift their spirits again and distract it from the doom and gloom which the JFK killing had embedded into the national psyche. The Beatles provided that panacea to the nation’s grief.

I write to you in the same time of year under similar circumstances. It is currently approaching December and the country has withstood a November of epic tragedy and insecurity. So much of America is swerving and reeling in a state of depression and resentment, mumbling to itself, “What the fuck went wrong? It just doesn’t feel like the same country as even just a few weeks ago!” Or, something like that. Yes, let’s all admit it. People need their lift. They need that little motivation to make them feel the joie de vie of everyday existence again.

I put forth that I have found that solution, and their name is Giuseppe Santa Sauce.

In a similar fashion, Giuseppe Santa Sauce has a following outside of the USA but not in it, because they already have a solid fan base on the Internet which, as we all know, is technically outside of the country because the Internet is not the real world.   

It was correspondence from a single teenage music fan to WWDC that got the Beatles not their first USA airplay, but their first USA airplay that made a difference. All Giuseppe Santa Sauce needs, at this point, is a similar kind of one time break. If only a station like, say, 103.5 here in my current home base of Sacramento would break from their usual format, just like WWDC did that chilly December day, and play the song “Your Day Day Job” during the morning commute hour, all of those state workers driving in are sure to go completely insane. This, you can be sure. And besides, after 103.5 recently took the brave decision to boycott Kanye’s music, they are going to need to fill in that playlist somehow, right?

But I digress. I guess that I haven’t even touched upon the subject of the actual music of Giuseppe Santa Sauce, have I, now? Well, as those who have met me personally already know, I don’t have much of a musical background, so comparisons and descriptions of up and coming artists can be hard for me to break down, but I’ll try, so here goes.  

It’s as if Thom Yorke and Jandek randomly met up in the elevator of the Union Square Hilton, went to Lefty O’Doul’s for breakfast and then, right afterwards, took the Muni to the Golden Gate Bridge and jumped over the railing, holding hands. It’s that good.

And on top of the music, I just admire the drive and desire these guys have in getting the public to accept their message. Like the small time dealers on Fulton Avenue that sold me a used car a few years back, these folks present the impression of just some hard working guys who have a dream to make an honest living from doing something they love with people. Oh, sure, like my car, Giuseppe Santa Sauce’s music might have a dead AC and a fucked up water pump and no brake system to speak of, but they will still sell it to you because in the end, they make it quick and easy for you to buy from them, and you still need what they sold you to get through the day. And unlike my car, I’m not fed up with them yet, and besides, I can’t just donate their music to charity, which makes them even more genius in their mission.

But don’t just take my word for it. Get over to Bandcamp right now and be one of the reportedly thousands of satisfied listeners who downloaded the music of Giuseppe Santa Sauce with unashamed abandon. I have a page on Bandcamp as well with about 11 album releases at this point, but you know what? I only charge a dollar for my downloads and Giuseppe Santa Sauce charges two bucks, so fuck me, and just go buy their downloads. Consider it a way of supporting the mission we both have; to Make America Distracted Again.

Let’s get to it America. Help Giuseppe Santa Sauce in their mission to heal a hurting nation. We need this.   

Thursday, November 10, 2016


In my lifetime, starting from birth, the following historic events, among many others, happened in the good ol’ USA:

The JFK assassination, Vietnam War, Watergate, Waco, Oklahoma City, and 9/11, along with a whole bunch of mass killings and disasters. Also, every POTUS term from JFK on through Obama. Even the Cuban Missile Crisis was just wrapping up soon after I was born.

That’s a lot of fucked up national history. Oh sure, some cool and entertaining things happened too, like Beatlemania and the first moon landing and the Internet and the Red Sox finally winning a World Series and being able to see the Ramones live before the whole fuckin’ front line died.

And now the man seemingly destined to take the title of “Worst U.S. President Ever” is going to get the keys to the White House for four years beginning around noon on January 20, 2017.

Donald Trump won the Electoral College count because a shitload of self-centered insecure white people with closeted xenophobic issues and a lack of understanding of how democracy, let alone government, works, happen to live in parts of the country where nobody of color seems to want to live, and decided to vote. If they were not Luddites who weren’t paying attention to Trump’s rancid personality, public behavior and debating tactics, then they were totally A-OK or even empathetic to his self-centeredness, misogyny and lack of intelligence and compassion. I’m prone to buy into believing the latter as the truth.

His opponent edged him out on the popular vote, and she won all the states on the entire west coast of the continental USA as well as its northeast corner (including Trump’s home state). Hillary Clinton won the more demographically diverse urban areas and Trump won where, well, all the scared white people fled to years ago. She fucked up on campaigning, with a good deal of it spent on weak status quo stunts like trying to over-flash her opponent by showing up at rallies in already-won urban areas with a shitload of celebrities who didn’t normally strike a note with people who got off their asses and actually voted. Okay, maybe Springsteen was an exception.

To be honest, I wasn’t even that enthusiastic about voting this time. My original idea was to vote for Bernie Sanders, and then never vote again. At the time my attitude was this: I have no problem voting for the USA’s first woman President, but Elizabeth Warren wasn’t running. If Clinton was running against, say, Ted Cruz or Jeb Bush, I may have stayed home.

But, that fucker Trump got the GOP nomination. I have despised that asshole for the entire time I have learned of his existence. All the stupid name branding. The dumb ass TV show. The braindead tweets. The conspicuous consumption. Everything about him. I have absolutely no identification with the man or what he stands for. My rich daddy didn’t give me a million dollars to start a business. I worked for and earned every penny I’ve got, and I’m no billionaire, but I have a debt free life with no bankruptcies or failed businesses to show for it. Trump likes to use the term “loser” a lot but I only see a true loser of a human being in Trump. It has nothing to do with wealth, fame or celebrity. The guy is simply scum. I sure as hell could not sit idly and just let him win the White House. So, I fell into the “lesser of two evils” bullshit and filled in the little ballot oval for Clinton.

The 2016 U.S. Presidential election’s results caused a lot of shock for people, including those involved in the Establishment Media. I must be more jaded than the average American news consumer, because if I can describe my reactions to the result, shock would not be one of those feelings.

Am I disappointed in the people of the United States for electing this ego drunk intellectually challenged turdbucket to the nation’s highest office? Oh, sure, but I’ve been disappointed in people and the stupid shit they’ve done on many occasions. Am I scared? Nope. Not at all. I feel like I have a spiritual battle to prepare for, as well as nothing to lose and everything to gain. That never leaves me feeling frightened. Quite the opposite.

Am I angry? Oh, yeah. Over and over again, I have to see citizens in the nation where I was born and raised get suckered in by the dumbest shit. And it’s not necessarily in politics. For years, the Establishment Media has conspired to help earn a living for selfish, ignorant, power hungry assholes, whose only key to success is being able to call attention to themselves and attract others like them who aren’t nearly as successful but want to live vicariously through the anointed Celebrity Alpha Asshole du jour. So the masses watch TV, interact on social media, buy the books, proclaim the love, and yes, this time, show up at the ballot box and vote.

This wasn’t an election. It was a mobilization of racist, sexist, homophobic, Islamophobia drunk opportunists rallying up the stooges mixed with wealth worshiping groupies. It was not a movement for change. It was an opportunity for opportunistic individuals, most notably the winning candidate himself, to use the rube suckers impressed by his fame, his money, and his rubbish brand name to wreak vengeful havoc on a nation that had the audacity to elect a black man to the nation’s highest office for not one, but two terms. They saw an opportunity to strike in the fact that a woman was the ruling party’s opponent, because the same demographic that hated anyone different also hated women and felt threatened by the potential emasculation that, God forbid, a woman who didn’t know “her place” would cause in leading this country. It didn’t have anything to do with denial of a glass ceiling. They liked the glass ceiling and wanted to keep it there.

It was the week before my 18th birthday when Ronald Reagan was elected. It was the night before my 54th when Trump was elected, and to me, some things feel the same. A lot of people (many in similar Clinton-winning urban areas) back in 1980 reacted with shock and fear. They wondered how the electorate at large could be stupid enough to elect The Gipper.  And, the electoral vote for that contest was 489-49! The Establishment Media did the same “gee shucks, guess people want change” shoulder shrugging 36 years ago as well. It seems a lot more intense in the reaction for 2016, but I can’t help but think that I’ve seen this all before. The difference is, I’ve lived through a lot now, and feel much older, wiser and conditioned.

Shocked? No, but I am amazed at how the USA electoral process has sunk to a new low. And an absurd low at that. It’s like a lost Christopher Guest mockumentary. It’s the most fucked up episode of Black Mirror ever. Except this time it’s not onscreen. This is real life and no one can simply choose not to watch.

Nothing has changed. In a fundamental way for me, it’s 1980 all over again. It’s 2000 all over again. It’s time to put the authoritarian fuckers in their place each and every time they even attempt to step out of line. Every time the Trump Administration and the Republican U.S. government try to impede on stuff like civil rights, a woman’s right to choose, environmental safety, net neutrality, or freedom of expression and right to assemble and express dissent, I will raise hell until the cows come home, just as I have done for practically my entire life on this earth. And mark my words, they will try to do fucked up things with all of that power and authority because that is the nature of the beast. 

Fear, on so many levels, motivated the election of Donald Trump. I will not fear. I will fight.

If it’s a fight they want, it’s a fight they are going to get. I know that I don’t have to fight alone, nor do I have to. So if you are as outraged with what individuals have done in the USA this time as I have, let’s fight together. Let’s live by the words of a wise man who once telegraphed: “Don't waste any time mourning. Organize!”