PROPAGANDA

YOU’LL HAVE FUN, FUN, FUN UNTIL THE GOOD LORD TAKES IT AWAY

• Molecules in constant motion. Change. Flux. That is us, and we can’t quit…quit…quit. Unlimited purviews and new horizons. We got better while you weren’t looking. New shows soon, a cotillion of sorts for us debutantes. Look for us in Milledgeville, Athens, and Augusta. New songs are being written and performed. Working titles: “Viva Us,” “A List of People You’ve Conquered,” “201.03,” and “Do the Ronnie Coggins.” Love songs and dance steps. Mmmm. Instant satisfaction.
• Private is public, and public is how we behave. Subversion. Resistance. Struggle. Noise. All enunciated by a manifesto, an agenda that cannot be nullified. Do not be content to settle for contraposition with your antagonist. Instead, know it, understand it; from there, besiege with a guise and then with none. Abjure the banalities of conglomerates and found ideas, the congruence of the words on your back. Come to the realization that words carry responsibilties and are not for confabulation. Wake up Dionysian; thrive in divarication. The basic language of rock is so deceptive. It becomes a way of life. It is for real.
• The megrim of rebirth is for figments and lore; undermining is now.