Strange Musical Kick
I’m on an odd musical journey right now. I’ve been listening to a lot of techno trance but augmented with classic Severed Heads and Cabaret Voltaire. I’m also curious about rappers like J Dilla – who passed away just this year. Digital Imported Internet Radio is a good place to check out when the Kid has taken over the PS2 - like he has now.
There is a heavy psychedelic vibe to all these tracks, which may coincide with a deep love of surrealism, Dada, and Discordianism. All of these genres resonate with an innate appreciation I have for Zen. Zen has been there for me at some pretty tough times. I turned to it when I sobered up, and learned to rely upon it in my college days.
Too bad I suck at it. I think of Zen the same way a poodle imagines itself as the pitbull. I appear to be the very antithesis of Zen, yet when I imagine the person I would love to be, that person is inevitably a Zen roshii.
Perhaps Zen’s Truth in non-thought is a natural desire for someone who thinks too much.
Or not.
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