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Stark Raving Humanism: A Religion Even the Devil Could Love
Well, this was inevitable. I've decided to start my own religion. I mean, we got scads of scammers in bad toupees swindling old folks out of their savings and young folks out of their minds all across this great (cough, cough) nation of ours so, being the dyed in the wool, out for himself true blooded Amerikkkan that I am, I figured I'd get in on it.
Let's see, first thing we need is a dead guy, right? Hmmmmmm. Religions are always the province of those more than willing to twist the words of actually great men to meet their own interests. It's always best to wait till the cat's dead, you know, so he (and it's always a he, innit?) can't come back and redifne, recontextualize or even (dare I say it) correct you. More importantly, you gotta have a dead guy in combination with a book. Enter Lester Bangs, a great dead man. Under the guise of rock critic, Lester was above all else a bitterly disappointed moralist, a man who tried so damn hard to be human it arguably killed him. Yeah, I know the scuttlebutt says it was a drug overdose, maybe it even was (remember:Rule #1 - other than there are no rules - Believe nothing.) but, for the purposes of this religion - my exwife came up with the term 'Lesterfarianism' and I think I'm gonna run with it - I'm going to twist the perception of the overdose as being an immaculate example of the frailty of man, to be embraced, celebrated. No more pity.
We got 2, no 3, books by going w/Lester as figurehead. Dig: There are 2 collections of his work 'Psychotic Reactions and Carburator Dung' or the Old Testament and 'Mainlines, Deadlines and Blood Feasts" or the New Testament. There's a biography of Lester also called 'Let It Blurt' which I guess we can use as like an Apocrypha or something. I recoomend any of these, no I mean I beseech, thee, brethren, to look to the word, I mean Word of Lester to find meaning and solace in this cruel, cruel world.
Besides, he wrote the Stones off as old men in 1973 so we got prophecy covered.
Another thing any 1st rate religion needs is a message. OK, here's the basic tenant of Lesterfarianism in one sentence:
"Keep trying,thou art all OK."
I figure if all these helmet haired televangelists can rake in the $$$$ while reminding everyone how they're unworthy in the sight of god, sinners all and essentially no damn good at the core (thus the need for a benevolent figure in the sky) then I should be a millionaire by Thursday w/the message that, yes we suck. A lot. But humanity as a species has the potential to walk through life harming no one and that should be the goal, and yes, it's a huge goal. Which means it's gonna take time. So, in this religion failings aren't punished, men and women are NOT deemed unworthy the second they hit the door or threatened with eternal damnation. See, I don't pretend to know what happens when you die, so I'm not gonna do a song and dance about how this gonna happen, that gonna happen. I don't know (say, there's a great 'response' for the 'call and response' section of the eventual service.)
Celebrant (or Roadie): 'Who created the world?
Brethren (you guys, in unison): "I don't know.'
C: 'What awaits us when we die?'
B: 'I don't know."
And so on. Which reminds me, I gotta get Vonnegut involved here, but as explained above, will have to wait until he passes. Which I hope doesn't happen for a hundred years. Let's see, if we do take a collection, we'll open a food bank.Buy a pizza for the poor. Hell I am the poor, that's why I'm starting a religion!
Oh, and in an unprecedented move in theological circles, I'm gonna tell y'all right up front I'm corrupt. As a human being, corruption is part of my makeup and, as such, a part of my religion. See we're shifty by nature, not criminal (at least not all of us) but shifty. I think it mostly comes from having to use denial as a coping mechanisn all these years. Stepping over the homeless on yr way to the Olive Garden wears on a soul. Lesterfarianism says, recognizes actually, that there is little we can do about this. At least not without drastically changing our lifestyles, taking actual responsibility for our fellow man, getting our hands dirty etc. And as we all know, this is just too much work. Not to be flip, but really, most of us are having enough trouble getting from Monday to Sunday without slitting our own throats because we know how lame we are.
Lesterfarianism relieves you of that particular weight. Do what you can, we say, help those around you but if you can't, if you won't, well, that's OK too 'cause who am I to judge? I'm just a religion. We all have our own problems. Are you unfaithful to yr spouse? Well, shame on you, I guess, but that's between you and the injured party, innit? Gay? Cool, you bring the records! Smoke a little dope? Bring it!! Drink too much? If yr cool w/it so are we, but if you think you got a problem I'm sure somebody here can hip you a possible next move. Advice, not Commandment.
Hey, I think I'm really on to something here.
OK, what else we need? Dead guy? Check. Book? Got 3 of 'em. Physical leader on Earth? Well, that would be me. Hierarchy of politicized madmen in black dresses? Don't need 'em, don't want 'em. However, if anyone out there would like to buy their way into an upper management position ('cause you know, eventually the moneymen will come along and ruin whatever purity of thought existed here at the beginning anyway, so I'm just gonna invite 'em and hope I get my cut - refreshingly honest for a clergyman, ain't I?) the going rate for becoming a Bishop is the same as the Catholics: $300 and a blowjob.
Sacrament's you say? Invent yr own, invite yr friends. Sex, drugs, mayhem, whatever. This is your religion, yr life. Maybe you'll get judged after you die maybe not. That's the chance we all gotta take. So y'all decide if yr living right and I'll see you as a hail fellow well met and how you sleep at night is yr business.
There's been a lot of back and forth here at punk rock blues as to the need for a Devil in this religion. I say we ain't got one, 'cause I don't want my religion to be defined by what we hate. For the purposes of this excercise there is no Devil and, it follows, there surely is no God. Just us.
Justice?
