Deadsplinter Up! All Night: Do What Thou Wilt

Express Yourselves

The damned seek not forgiveness. Only rest.

We’re in that twilight period between December 25 and January 1 that I like to call the “Holiday Taint” (because it tain’t Xmas, and it tain’t New Years and it tain’t good for nothing). We’ve had our Saturnalia fill of seasonal cookies and cocktails and goose fat. We’ve written all those gastronomic checks that our digestive systems will never cash. And yet it’s no time to take our foot off the celebratory accelerator because we’re about to put a spike in the zombie year of 2020 and by god it’s going to be so satisfying. This is when we demonstrate our true mettle, because it’s so hard to care and yet we persist because that’s what we do. Because that’s who we are, goddammit.

So let’s show this cursed year what we’re made of and listen to whatever pleases us at this moment. Let’s reject such limiting social constructs as “theme” and simply post whatever tickles our not inconsiderable fancies. Be all you can be, musically. And definitely show a little gratitude that at least most of us are actually gonna see 2021.

Me? My wife is back home and I’m feeling pretty damn good. She even said something about how clean I kept the house while she was gone, which is pretty remarkable. I’m something of an odd duck and I get a little, um, disconnected when I’m on my own for long stretches. So it’s good to have a little more certainty in my existence again. I have not become a ghost, I am visible to someone. Here is a live stream from our house right now:

And lord, there is so much wonderful music in the world. New music, old music. Even some great music that has not yet been used to death in TV commercials for fast food or as radio talk-show bumper music or over the closing credits of some superhero movie. For example, I love this new album from Horse Lords. I mean, it makes me so happy.

Since my wife is probably going to see this, I’m going to post something just for her.

So all I’m asking is that you share what you like. No theme. No gods, no masters. Be not afraid. There will be no judgement tonight, only the true spirit of the motto that I now have tattooed on my neck, “THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING DEADSPLINTER AND DUAN”.

Love one another.

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22 Comments

  1. eh…i was going to go with something metally about how its almost over…or some shit
    but then i figured…fuck that shit.. im ending the year on a positive note and hopefully i can keep that shit going in the next one

  2. Slut Pill is a band from Whitesburg, a small town in eastern Kentucky. They also founded Girls Rock a camp for female,non binary, and trans youth, offering music and sex education, leadership and relationship workshops. 

    Catcall

     

  3. Funnily enough, I seem to remember many years ago seeing a show ad for a year-end comedy show called “Holi-taint” hosted by (I think?) a pre-Baby Cobra Ali Wong.
    Here’s to many better tomorrows: 
    The Beatles, “Tomorrow Never Knows”


    This also somehow got stuck in my head:
    Counting Crows, “Long December”

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