Month: March 2012

After Two Weeks, I Return to Abuse Your Ears or Tonight on Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier

Greetings and Salutations! This rush of unusual weather has kept me very busy…and very paranoid. Really. The weather has been driving me crazy and threatening the future occupations of several of my orchard laborers. Have you any idea what unseasonable warmth does to cherry and apple trees? Why it tricks those bastards into blossoming and getting ready for the upcoming summer and growing season. And in Michigan, this is bad. You would think that by now the fauna of our state would begin to appreciate that warm weather in March does not mean there will not be a horrendous blizzard in April. A blizzard that will drive the cost of fruit up due to low yield. Low yield means that there are fewer people needed to tend to the lovely trees…

Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier

Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier

So, for the last couple of weeks I have been running about trying to figure out a strategy to deal with the potential economic woes to be foisted upon my poor orchard. Well, parts of the orchard. The employee parts. As for me, I expect record profits this year as the low yield will drive up prices and demand. One would think that despite the reduction in labor needs, I would keep all of the staff seeing that I expect an increase in profit. If one thought that, one would be wrong. That is not the American Way! Here, we do not reward anyone with less work because of acts of nature! If I kept the extras on, what would I be teaching them? That it is okay to slack off because there is less product? No sir! Less product = less workers. Read your Adam Smith.

Well, enough of that senseless prattle. I had a rough, intoxicating night last night and am fully aware that I am prone to babbling on if I am allowed. Hopefully, I will not feel the need to yap-yap all during the show tonight.

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Tonight’s Featured Artists

Morrissey
Joy Division
Bauhaus
The Cure
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Big Audio Dynamite II
The Stone Roses
Sonic Youth
Ednaswap
Depeche Mode
Lacuna Coil
Rob Zombie
Primus
Mad Marge and the Stonecutters
The Koffin Kats
The Meteors
Skrillex
Mindless Self Indulgence
Basement Jaxx
Ministry & Co-Conspirators
Nine Inch Nails
Puscifer
Snake River Conspiracy
The B-52’s
Switchblade Symphony
The Gothacoustic Ensemble
Tre Lux
Chris Cornell

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A Friend’s Outlook

Every now and then I come across a song that I had wished I had written, or something that I wished I had authored. This is one of those occasions. While I may not have suffered these particular brushes with mortality and/or life changing/revealing events, I have my own skeletons and ghosts that have made me what I am.

Beyond that, the sentiment is the same. I have to stop letting the bastards grind me down.

The New Ramblings of D.A. Adams


Warning: profanity ahead.

Here’s the simple, honest truth of where I am as a person: my tolerance for other people’s bullshit is gone.  If I didn’t directly cause the issue that’s got your ass puckered, don’t turn your ire on me because the backlash will be painfully honest, unfiltered, and more than likely profane.  If I did create the issue, I’ll be the first to apologize and make amends for my transgression, but if I didn’t, don’t even think about taking it out on me.  When I was young and insecure and weak, I let too many people walk all over me and take advantage of me and trample my self-esteem, but the great thing about a little stroll through hell is that it reforges your will into something stronger, something more resilient, and at times something a little meaner.

My trip through hell mostly consisted of losing my children and…

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Beware the Ides of March

There was once a time where man’s only concern was walking into a Senate Chamber and wondering why sixty of your chums were now stabbing you in the back. Literally. Fortunately, it was not really much of a concern to others unless they also happened to be Roman “dictators” whom had sixty disgruntled Senators (now former friends) lying in wait in a government office with steely knives and murderous intent.

How times have changed!

If you happen to associate with me via any other social networking site, you will have noticed my placing the same soothsayer’s warning on those pages. Status messages. Tweets. Billboards in Times Square and tattooed to pre-tossed dwarves in Las Vegas. All places carried the same warning for all to be wary of this fifteenth day of March.

All places carried this warning in vain. I am certain that most people were not very ware this Ides. I am even more certain that most people that may have read my “warning” (and most Americans) have no idea where that warning comes from. Hell, most adults I have come into contact with lately only know Caesar in terms of pizza and salad. One such person was that elderly gentleman who decided that it was his moral right to turn his wheeled boat out in front of me like he was rushing to the hospital to give birth, only to proceed to drive and swerve in front of me at a very slow speed. I could tell by the confused look on his little wrinkled face as his eyes passed from his blown tires to me, Glock waving out of my window as I shouted “Beware the Ides of March.”

Normally, I would be extremely annoyed with what I may have perceived as literary ignorance. Truth be told, the old man was most likely wondering why no one had come to arrest my tire-shooting ass. He should have paid more attention when Samurai City called for the vote on what The Foundation would consider defense of one’s home and person… However, such ignorance is beneficial on several levels.

The most important of these levels is the ability the knowledgeable have over those who are not so knowledgeable. Sure, information may be power, but literary information is the ultimate power. Armed with such teeth, a body can add a steady stream of insults, innuendoes and other clever Bon mots and your target is none-the-wiser. There is a reason Dubya never challenged people to battles of wits…

Where is this going? I have no clue. But what I do know is that the one thing that I have consistently done when it comes to writing is write a blog every March Fifteenth. And to this day, I have managed to keep my tradition.

A Plague Upon My House

Ugh! I am now into day two of some horrid plague that has me trapped on a sofa during the day, and not sleeping at night due to fever, chills, and sweats. Yes, I know the details are gross, and probably too much information, but it is the truth and the current state of your beloved Xavier.

I actually tried going into the office today. That was probably a big mistake. Sitting upright made me queasy and extremely dizzy. Fortunately, I was able to sneak away and lay down for a few minutes. Unfortunately, I lost my treasured 8-Ball Zippo somehow. Add depression to feeling ill. The depression was alleviated thanks to a special friend who found said Zippo, and promptly let me know that it had been found and secured.

I have been in the process of composing a lovely telling of my adventure in “camping” from last week. I shall have to delay this entry once more as sitting up and using my laptop is no fun at all. I could try to finish the tale using my wondeful iPhone, but that is not going to work thanks to my having pictures to go with the blog, and OCD dictating that the entry must have a proper format.

C’est la vie…

So, now I shall return to that place somewhere between sleep and awake that I have been hovering for what seems like forever, and hopefully, be back to my abnormal self on the morrow.

Toodles!

An Apology, Mr. Limbaugh? And Tonight on Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier

The Octopus waves, beckons you to enjoy the show.

Octopus says: "Dance with the Green Faery!"

Greetings and Salutations! Last week, I am sure that you noticed that I was not on the air. Truth be told, I was feeling a bit under the weather after the night out at the strip club. But that is not what kept me from the airwaves. What kept me off was the stress from the drama of earlier that day with that horrid interview from last week that was all about making the Rothechilde Foundation look like a group of insensitive thugs due to a minor incident involving a few upset elephants. Although, I have weathered that storm, I am facing a similar, earth-shattering, internet radio stealing mental dilemma this evening as well.

What is this dilemma? Well, it is simple and two-fold. First, there was the clothing anxiety issue that almost sent me into anxiety overdrive. You see, I was asked to teach a jujitsu class as a substitute for my instructor who was off celebrating his birthday. That was not the problem, I can deal with handling that. The problem came as a result of my panicking because of my pants. They did not seem to be my pants.

For one, the color and texture of them felt “off.” The other problem was that they did not feel “right.” I felt like I was traipsing about in someone else’s legs or something. I had a hard time focusing on driving and maintaining my calm because I was focused on the idea that I was, at that time wearing pants that not only felt weird, but felt like they may have belonged to someone else. I mentioned this to my secretary, whom asked me who’s pants I thought they were (I did find them in my room). She asked me what about them made me feel as if they were not my pants and all I could reply was: “everything!” In any case, after teaching the class (for which I had to travel to the most wicked place in Michigan: Frankenmuth), I drove back to my Samurai City digs and quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a black mock turtle neck shirt. Actually, I would have preferred to be wearing slacks of some type, but the jeans worked well enough to stave off a full-fledged anxiety explosion.

The next issue that has my mind in a tizzy is this whole deal regarding Rush Limbaugh and Sandra Fluke. The story is, Rush called her a slut and a prostitute because she advocated health insurance plans covering health insurance. Her words to encourage state-sponsored baby anti-proliferation even had old Rushy boy calling for sex tapes so he could post them online. Surely, any whore who is seeking health insurance coverage for birth control must have a host of sex tapes from her numerous dalliances with shady men that are available for mass dissemination via some “porno tube” website.

This has me most concerned because Rush turned tail and apologized. Apologized! This surely is a different corpulent, angry bird of a politico that we have grown to love over the years. What happened, man? I was all for supporting the Republican idea that no one should ever use birth control. In fact, if you do not want children (and cannot afford a nanny or au pere to raise them, nor can you afford to travel to some other nation where abortions and contraceptives flow like milk and honey), then you probably should not have sex. Fucking is for people who can afford the luxury of preventing a potential pregnancy, or eliminating the accidental creation of little monster clones of yourself. If you cannot afford the traditional remedies offered by the wealthy (Brazilian abortions, French morning after pills, or European boarding schools), then either go celibate, or take your chances with a shady, back alley abortion specialist on the streets of Mexico or Seattle.

However, I was betrayed. Betrayal most foul! His Most Majestic Obesity back-pedaled and apologized to Ms. Fluke. He took back his venom and took the wuss way out all because a few sponsors decided to pull their ads from his show. Really? What the fuck, Limbaugh?! These sponsors knew what you were all about, and they probably support you in your medieval attitude towards women and civilization in general. But they know the score, Rush. They know that most people are afraid of the right-wing agenda. They know that people fear the wealthy and our insidious urge to keep the poor as destitute as possible, and as numerous; we need that population to subject and get cheap labor from. The problem is that you spoke the truth that we do not want spoken too often. Here is how it works:

  1. Have horrid right-wing, preferrably a near-racist and sexist attitude.
  2. Wait for some mouthy schmuck to voice this reprehensible concern.
  3. Silently agree, then pull sponsorship from the jerk to keep our customers content and unaware that your corporation fully intends to reward the jerk with perks, back slaps, and tickets to Nazis on Ice at the local ice arena.

Rush, you added an undesired step, and apologized! Now the liberal will know that we are cowards who only want a silent, subtle manipulation of the people. That is, unless they are trying to get a piece of our one-percent pie. If that is the case beat those bastards down and trample them with elephants. So, way to go Limbaugh: you made a girl cry, and then took it back like a wuss. What are you going to do next, put on your girly shorts and listen to Selena Gomez albums with your widdle, gurlfriends?

But enough of that satirical sarcasm, on with the show. Below is the list of artists appearing on tonight’s broadcast. To have a listen, tune your Internet browser to http://darksideradio.com. If that gives your trouble, try opening the link in your media player. But really, clicking the link should take you to the station. If it does not, keep trying. You want to listen, you know you do.

Tonight’s Featured Artists (Subject To Change)

Type O Negative

Bauhaus

Joy Division

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Oingo Boingo

The B-52’s

Sonic Youth

Dead Kennedys

Puscifer

Depeche Mode

The Cure

Blondie

The Police

Switchblade Symphony

Butthole Surfers.

Wednesday 13

Mindless Self Indulgence

Dragonette

Combichrist

Ministry & Co-Conspirators

Nine Inch Nails

Rob Zombie

Lacuna Coil

Bigod 20

Muse

Tool

The Smiths

Snake River Conspiracy

So, tune in tonight and enjoy the program. If you have Twitter, @XRothechilde and @Darksideradio give song-to-song updates during the show.

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