1.) I am a bad daily MP3 blogger, as this is day two that I have been a day behind. You'll see two songs today, one later on when I have something more to write about, and then I'll be all caught up.

2.) Last night (or two nights ago if you're reading this on Monday) I ended up a party and there was this guy there who "studied seven languages" (the truth was that he did wood carving on bracelets so he knew how to write the letter forms well enough to sell them to people but it's not like the guy understood them) and introduced himself to me by saying, "Do you want some DMT?" and then explaining the mind expanding wonderfulness of it... until my friend came up and said, "I did DMT, it sucked, it turned me into a bobblehead and it wasn't fun."

The highlight of the evening came when we were all slowly realizing he was full of shit, after he tried to lecture us about aliens, and he moved on to a different group of people and I heard him say, "Have you guys read the Necronomicon? The real one, written by the Egyptians, I have it!" and I regret that I didn't speak up, because all I did was laugh to myself and lean over to my girlfriend and say, "This guy really doesn't know that the Necronomicon was made up by H.P. Lovecraft?"

This song is kind of about this, I think. I heard this on The Craft soundtrack back in the day, when I was in middle school and my obsession with Elastica was riding high even while I was still wrestling with my "gothic" side. This song made it really clear to me: hardcore goths are full of shit. Basically, anyone who is "hardcore" into anything that doesn't have a solid basis in fact is probably full of shit. The whiny "I'm gothic, I'm gothic!" that Justin (the drummer) shouts is really the key to the song entirely.

I don't know what makes that guy think he can cling to all this metaphysical shit. When we asked him what he did he rattled off a laundry list of things that seemed purposefully engineered to make him sound like he was an artist of some kind but all we saw was a drunk greasy guy rattling off about bullshit.

It's so easy to sound like you're informed when you fill your head with knowledge about all sort of things that no one would regularly concern themselves with. It's also very easy to allow yourself to become saturated with tons of incorrect information and then try to spread it to others when you're so wrapped up in the mystique that you're trying to cast out into the world. So easy, in fact, that you end up making yourself look like a big asshole by recommending that people check out "the real Necronomicon". You know, the one by the Egyptians.