it's independence day, and yet, i don't feel free. the rent is due the first of each month, my summer gig starts on monday, and the humidity is kicking in after a month of rain. yeah, there is the mingus sextet of 1964, but what happens after the disc ends? i must say there is not a single american flag on my street, but the street only has three houses. it is 2:20 pm, and for now, all is quiet. the dickheads are gathered by the charles river, ready for the pseudo bombs to drop. and i, i still don't see a damn thing to cheer about. let kool and the gang celebrate. for me, this is a day to at best, ignore, and at worst, mourn.

we kicked the british out, but who is gonna kick us out? what does a tax on tea have on drones over pakistan? as carlin said, why don't you ask an indian about that great american spirit of freedom and generosity, if you can find one." we are all about celebrating 230 year old revolutions, as we do our best to put down the revolts of today. i would call it hypocrisy, but that would mean that the people were thinking enough to be hypocritical, and that they don't do. rather, they are after a good time, and they truly believe, the pale ones especially, that they live in the greatest country in the world. it is an honest stupidity, rather than a dishonest intelligence, that seems to be driving our society over the edge.

and those of us in the back seat can only cover our eyes, for we surely know that the landing will be anything but smooth.

happy 4th.