Out now on Checkers Records Collective, the new LP by JCM, "The Fall of Bryan Metro".

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Monday, October 14, 2019

The Deposition of Bryan Metro Part 1

This is the non-fiction part as I'm taking a break from the fictional part where the crew at the house by the beach attempt to construct a Motion to dismiss a motion to dismiss a motion to dismiss a motion......to dismiss. Its a total laugh riot.

"Somewhere in the last few years, and I can't pinpoint exactly when although it could have been around the 2017 Hamtramck Music Festival, a vague yet almost overwhelming and irrational annoyance started tearing through me maybe up to a dozen times a day. This annoyance was over things so seemingly minor, so out of my usual field of reference, that I was surprised by how I had to take a deep breath to dismantle this disgust and frustration that was all due to the foolishness of other people: adults, acquaintances, and strangers on social media who offered up their rash opinions and judgments, their mindless preoccupations, always with an unwavering certitude that they were right. A toxic attitude seemed to drift off every post or comment or tweet whether it was actually there or not. This anger was new, something I'd never experienced before, and it was tied in with an anxiousness, an oppression I felt whenever I ventured online, a sense that I was going to somehow make a mistake instead of simply offering an opinion or make a joke or criticize someone or something. This idea would have been unthinkable ten years earlier, that an opinion could become something wrong, but in an infuriated polarized society people were blocked because of these opinions, and unfollowed because they were perceived in ways that might be inaccurate. The fearful began to instantly see the entire humanity of an individual in a cheeky, offensive tweet and were outraged; people were attacked and unfriended for backing the 'wrong' candidate or having the 'wrong' opinion or for simply stating the 'wrong' belief. It was as if no one could differentiate between a living person and a string of words hastily typed out on a black sapphire screen. The culture at large seemed to encourage discourse but social media had become a trap, and what it really wanted to do was shut down the individual. What often activated my stress was that other people were always angry about everything, presenting themselves as enraged by opinions I believed in and liked or thought were simply innocuous. My pushback against all of this forced me to confront a degraded fantasy of myself- an actor, as someone I never thought existed, and this, in turn, became a constant reminder of my failings. And what was worse: this anger could become addictive to the point where I just gave up and sat there exhausted, mute with stress. But ultimately silence and submission were what the machine wanted."

"This is an age that judges everybody so harshly through the lens of identity politics that if you resist the threatening groupthink of 'progressive ideology,' which proposes universal inclusivity except for those who dare to ask any questions, you're somehow fucked. Everyone has to be the same, and have the same reactions to any given work of art, or movement or idea, and if you refuse to join the chorus of approval you will be tagged a racist or misogynist. This is what happens to a culture when it no longer cares about art."

*Writer's Note- That's not actually by me. It is taken from Bret Easton Ellis' 2019 book "White" which I highly recommend reading. I did add the Hamtramck Music Fest reference to placate the Constant Readers who like the local flavor. But if you look at it, that excerpt could have been written by me. I have had similar discussions with adults, acquaintances, strangers where some of the same verbiage was used, and this was months before the book came out. Why just the other day, I was going through my spam folder deleting mail about penile enlargements, herpes, tax relief, AIDS, another about herpes (jeeze), car insurance, and a Swingers Party in Farmington Hills that was sent by a total "pass" when I stumbled across this gem,  where the writer couldn't even spell the word "Dismiss" correctly. "Dismisss"??? Also, a pointer to the other geniuses out there, December 29th, 2019 hasn't happened yet. I guess its due to a voracious sexual potency....oh never mind. However, it is possible to go back to the future and I promise that there will be no blog post on that day, December 29th, 2019. Have a great week everyone!!!!! I'll try to have a pop culture post up later this week along with the fictitious Part 2 of this laugh riot. Congratulations! To the Constant Readers.



From the Iceman Commeth,
Bryan Metro

1 comment:

CJojnst said...

yah yah whoopdie Doo.. I'm still tryna figure out how I'm makin a buck off any of this?
people sue me all the time and ya know what? I like it. the last time the judge was a guy I used to pick on in prep school, shit.
handle yo bidness

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