Let's Try That Again

(Posted between December 13, 2013 and February 4, 2014:) Here is a link to twenty live recordings of me playing and singing against my background music: Sound Seclusion. Am I legitimate yet? If I'm not legitimate yet, who is? Charles Manson? By the way, did I mention this? If you see my image or my work anywhere outside of my one YouTube account or my one Blogger account, CALL THE POLICE! This is the main body of my live set, but I have a few new songs I'm developing right now to thrill my audience when the time comes. I think my singing voice has taken on an appealing timbre since I overcame laryngitis in my late twenties. I write my songs according to my physical limitations. I expect my singing voice for these songs to last me until I am well into my fifties. Perhaps if I had become famous in my youth there might be some cause to worry about the effect of aging on my voice because it would have changed my voice from the familiar sound that had made me famous. But I wrote all of my most popular songs within the last seven years and they will sound the most authentic if they are sung by someone my age, especially me. There will be more live posts from me coming up. I'll let you absorb this batch before I share them. By the way, I wrote Free twenty years ago and I still have no problem singing it. I'll post poems to maintain my online presence for the time being. I'd rather write poems than statements. More challenging. Since corporations were first recognized as 'persons under the law', they have taken on an evil life of their own. People who work in corporations are often good and I regret that I may have hurt a few by standing up for my rights against their evil employers. I had no choice. I fail to see how we can call ourselves civilized when we organize our economies around the primitive law of the jungle with these corporations. They bring out the very worst in us. I know I saw some of the fraud myself in 2007 but you must remember that I live in solitary confinement. When you see stars on TV with your music and writing, it helps if someone else is with you to let you know that you are not hallucinating or daydreaming, especially if you have been spending too much time on your music and writing. I had no one like that with me so I just thought I was crazy. You know what happened to one of Vladimir Putin's political adversaries who falsely accused the Russian leader of having sex with under aged girls? The guy died of radiation sickness, slowly and painfully. And someone snapped a picture of him as he rotted on his hospital bed. He didn't look happy about it. I wonder if they have employment opportunities like Nasco for reprobates in Russia or if they just shoot them in the back of the head along with all the other problem offenders. Maybe we're too soft on them. If there is a good side to corporations, it's going to have to be very good to make up for the side I've seen in the last seven years. Corporations like to wave the flag of freedom at the same time as they take our freedom away. Do you know why they love freedom so much? BECAUSE THEY'RE THE ONLY ONES WHO HAVE IT! THEY OWN EVERYTHING! The rest of us are imprisoned by money. And freedom demands having a choice. What choice do television viewers and radio listeners have when all the TV stations and radio stations are owned by a corporation? The Public Broadcasting Corporation? The Canadian Broadcasting Corporation? Yeah, some great choice. I wanted to live an ordinary life but I wasn't free to do that either. And how about those free elections! Let's focus on the U.S. elections for this one. They give you a choice, a choice between a liberal corporation or a conservative corporation. And who gets to run for president? Anyone who can put together the billions of advertising dollars needed to win the favour of the population. I guess that cuts out you or me. Not very democratic. Apparently America got its economic edge from not having to pay slaves to do all the work in their country for a couple centuries. Is that the freedom they praise so highly? Free labour? How about free music and free writing taken from my erased posts? What the Hell do they pay their writers for anyway? How do they find the time to read my blogs? I'm unemployed and I don't even have time to read them. One failure of democracy might be its treatment of artists. Artists are possibly the most underrepresented minority in all history. Unless you yourself have artistic talent, you are not likely to sympathize with the problems of an artist. On the contrary, you may envy his talent and perhaps forget how lucky you were to be able to live a full and normal life as one who could more easily socialize and get ahead in the world. An artist has a gift which he is compelled to use. He spends his time using this gift and doesn't get paid for it. Many self-made tycoons might have ended up in rundown hotel rooms if they had been born with talent. Sorry if I'm not out 'partying' like those great guys who stole my songs and blogs. It's pretty hard to work up a festive spirit when so much crime is committed against you and all they want to do after they're caught is justify their wrongdoing with more lies. This must be the only crime that makes the victim a target of hate. Most victims only have to suffer their ordeal once, they don't have it constantly thrust upon them every day as they try to recover their health. It's been over twenty-four hours since I posted anything online and I was wondering how many lies you've heard about me to explain my absence. Why don't I tell you what I've been doing and you can figure it out from that? Well, in the last week or so I've been making live video recordings of my songs to prove that I can play them. And it doesn't take me long to record a live video. As the music's author I know the songs well enough to make a decent recording in under twenty minutes per song. I usually leave after making one recording so as not to create a disturbance for the rest of the day. And never a truer song was written than my 'Out from Under'. That's my experience as accurately as I can relate it in a song. Imagine if a serial offender worked for CBC. His victims' parents would have had to spend three years blogging to defend themselves from accusations of killing their own daughters. That was the point I was trying to make both times I shared my 'Privileged Information' script. But how could you gather what I mean by my scripts when you think they were written by the very people they criticize or accuse? I am not the only victim here. Most of the world has been duped by these illegitimate broadcasts of my work. They call it protection when an unsigned artist survives overwhelming adversity to assert his work's ownership. I call it hostage taking. Writing popular work singles you out in a way that makes being treated like everyone else a cruel experience. Everyone else isn't recognized by strangers in the street. Everyone else isn't threatened by the TV and radio. It's easy to forget problems when they belong to someone else. A hit-and-run driver feels nothing when his vehicle drives over a pedestrian. But as he thoughtlessly drives away, his bleeding victim is unable to forget. Since I am the victim of the crimes against me, I'll remind others of what they have been saying about me through my 'recovery' period. First they said that I didn't write my songs. Then when their idol told them he stole his songs from me, they said I didn't write all my songs. Then when I rewrote all my songs (More or less. I don't like that funky rap thing very much and left it unfinished.), they said that the only reason my songs rocked was because they were stolen by a band. Then when I wrote new songs that rocked, like 'Business (Psych)' and 'Meat Hooks (Wrath)', then what happened? MY NEW SONGS WERE STOLEN! How will I ever regain my mental health under these conditions? From 2007 to 2010 it looks like the hottest stars were frauds who stole either my music or my writing. The industry let them take my erased work. It let them defame me. No one told me what was going on. They just sat back and cheerfully waited for me to kill myself as I was thrown into a torture chamber. An artist doesn't share his work to be popular, not essentially. Popularity was enjoyed by the ones who took the credit for my work, but it wasn't the aim of my work. Artists like myself need to express their feelings through their creations. I went online with my music in 2007 to pass my time while I was on employment insurance. I stopped pursuing stardom in 1995 when I quit my band in Toronto and came out here to settle down into a quiet, ordinary life. All of my online music was created purely for fun and for no other purpose. I think 'Heaven' is impossible among such brutal competitors. The only Heaven I want is with God. Someone said that without me they had to make a new Heaven. How did they do that? Are they God? There is no Heaven without God, just money. I intend to post more live music videos on YouTube. I might need to buy a new camcorder first. I'm hammering my singing voice into shape. When the cameras all converge on me I'll be ready. You must know that, although I'm taking my time, I don't want to. If you want some idea of what my television debut would have looked like before everyone knew who wrote all those great sketches that ended up on Saturday Night Live and other TV shows, look up my script entitled 'What Might Have Been'. You'll find it in my index of scripts. I did not consciously rewrite all this material. I simply retreated into my writing from a sense that it was still unsafe for me to perform in 2012. I'm glad I have my work organized into scripts and statements now. It's important to separate them. For instance, that reference to Gollum in a fighter plane was meant to explain that by writing a song about bombing people I was only expressing the dark side of my subconscious. I don't really want to bomb people. It's too bad that some delightful comedian couldn't come up with his own Gollum joke and let me keep my vital explanation for why I wrote that song. Then people wouldn't have been left to think I was some kind of closet mass murderer. But heroes like him were too lazy and too unimaginative to write their own scripts. Looks like Saturday Night Live's whole cast of twenty or so glorified extras only knew how to rip me off for three years. Their deficiencies have cost me dearly. It is also crucial for me to show that my copyright assertions are not a joke. So where do I go from here? I must sustain my faith in God since it came to me by what I've come to learn as being a kind of very reliable ESP. The same voice that told me I wrote a hit told me that Christ really walked the Earth to 'give us this beautiful gift'. (Her words.) Perhaps I was in contact with someone who received 'this beautiful gift'. (Kingdom of God.) Look what happened to me when I shunned these messages in late 2007 and reverted to atheism! Anyway, that's why I went from atheist to Christian in my 'Coats from the Lost and Found' blog, my most serious blog. I'm back with Jesus for good now. Through Him I have received a vision of my future glory. I have learned that my future is as unalterable as my past. My future is 'situationally' preordained and there is no way out of it - short of suicide. I tried to escape my destiny at the end of 2007 and was then forced to relive every moment of that year until I had restored most or all of my songs and laughs to the internet in my name. (I deliberately left offline the bitter entries George Carlin took from me.) This extraordinary experience tells me that I must take my songs and laughs with me into the future. It tells me that I must practice every day and continue on with my new ideas. It tells me that I must at least try to play some gigs before I die, if only to set the musical record straight for all time. It tells me that I must keep my work online. The longer I survive, the more justice I expect to see. Justice benefits everyone and perhaps others will be grateful for it, though I've learned not to expect any rewards in this life for anything good that I may accomplish. Hopefully people have had enough time by now to realize the threat against my life these last few years as I blindly unmasked one high profile fraud after another. Did NBC or FOX ever tell you I wrote 'Nothing but Ashes'? You'd think a band as big as the Rolling Stones would make the front page when they're caught with one of my songs. Instead I was left alone to report this fact to all their millions of fans. I could have been killed. And that's just one song of dozens that caused me problems. And that doesn't include those hundreds of scripts snatched up by popular TV stars. When it comes to telling the truth about what happened to my work, I'm on my own. But they were sure in a hurry to take it all and give it to my enemies, creating stars who used their popularity to make me widely hated. I heard that some countries even considered changing their entry requirements, in order to bar 'undesirable' tourists from visiting them. It's remarkable that I survived to the present. I don't hold it against women for wanting to be with wealthy, glamorous stars instead of me when I'm poor and isolated. I expect that from women. My love for women is indestructible - as long as they don't rip me off. I think I am at least a happier person than the ones who stole my work. I am pleased with the results of my creative efforts: a pleasure they could never know. Music and writing gives me a substantial purpose. I'm happy that I could never take someone's hard earned paycheck and spend it on making his life miserable the way they did to me, no matter how much I disliked the person, because I have a conscience to stop me from committing such horrible crimes. I'm happy that I can look forward to my future. Really, I have a lot more going for me than any of those so-called stars. Mine is not the kind of happiness that is necessarily expressed with a smile or a laugh. Sometimes I'm happier to yell and complain. I'm pleased with how I have not compromised my most important principles when the pressure to do so has been overwhelming, especially in the last few years. I have retained possession of my soul and I still wouldn't trade it for the whole world. Dehumanization often serves the establishment. War is possibly the best example of this. In 'All Quiet on the Western Front', the protagonist, a German soldier, hiding in a shell hole, reflexively bayoneted a French soldier who stumbled in by accident and then, trapped by heavy shelling, had to stay in close quarters to his moaning, dying victim. The longer he looked upon his fallen foe, the guiltier he felt. His humanity won out in the end and he tried to save the French soldier's life. Dehumanization also helps the establishment's marketing analysts by making our behaviour more machine like and predictable, letting them more efficiently herd us through the shopping centers. I wonder if my music and writing, so full of warmth and heart, was used deliberately to dehumanize the population. By using my music to make people hate and reject me, marketers would be reassured of the total control they have over our behaviour. If this was the case, I still have faith in most people out there. People have gotten to know me now, just like the German soldier got to know his unfortunate French counterpart in that God forsaken shell hole almost a hundred years ago. I believe that humanity will triumph in the end. Love will prevail. People are essentially good. They might yack when I turn my back but I love them. That's Amazing P.S. Here's an idea for a science show called 'That's Amazing!'. (January 18 2014: I think I may have borrowed this DVD and parodied it some time in the last few years. The Public Library should have a record of it if I did.) Good day and welcome to 'That's Amazing!', where we discuss exciting new scientific discoveries which are making life better and better for everyone in the monied - uh - developed world. Up first is something we're putting together right here at Google: the driverless car. This wondrous machine, equipped with sensor arrays, hyperstellar overdrive, and voice activated controls is guaranteed to make transportation safe and easy for everyone who doesn't suffer from a speech impediment. We must wait for the perfection of head-voice activated controls before we can make driving safe for everyone but schizophrenics. But at least now a man can pick up a girl hitch hiker and drive around the block as many times as he needs to without getting into an accident. The back seats convert into a water bed as an added bonus. Of course, auto insurance rates are not expected to decrease until the invention of the passengerless car. Isn't that amazing? Next we bring you a new anti-depressant. This pill will keep you smiling no matter what. Your boss can regularly tie you up and beat you senseless and you'll smile all the way through it. Someone can bust into your home and shoot you in the stomach and then rape your daughter right in front of you and you'll keep smiling. You can be drafted into the army and see all of your friends blown apart in front of your eyes and you won't lose that grin. That's amazing! Another brilliant new invention is the all-seeing eye. This state-of-the-art technology uses lazars and global positioning to make a digital record of every move you make over a set period of time. Look, there you are going to visit your mother. And there you are going to the bathroom! And there you are again with your wife! Wait, that's not your wife. Anyway, that's amazing! By using stem cells and genetic engineering to make this female tse-tse fly think it's a male, we hope to improve brain surgery. Don't bother trying to see the connection. It's over your heads. Unfortunately, the last generation of tse-tse flies is anticipated to die off before we can complete our work. A team of field researchers has been dispatched to the Island of Lesbos, where the last surviving swarm of this species is rumoured to have migrated. That's amazing! (Source: Stephen Hawking's Brave New World. Hope you don't mind, Professor. I generally only parody things I like. And it was flattering to see the phrase I coined in 2004, a force for good, in your introduction. That one really caught on. Back to my readers, I suspect that I have had the attention of Republican speech writers ever since I sent those letters to the editor of Maclean's magazine complaining about America's dangerously swollen military/industrial complex in 2000. Or was it Newsweek magazine in 2003? Anyway, I guess they lifted content from my popular 2004 writings for use in President George W Bush's re-election campaign. Maybe after I'm through with my music and writing I'll run for president.)
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