Now, the following story isn’t something I’m proud of. Truth be told, reading about Graham Hancock’s Giving Up the Green Bitch ordeal was sort of eye opening for me, not in the “pot can lead to bad things sort of way”, but moreover in the, “wow, Graham used to smoke way more weed than I ever have” way. Kind of a warning in all honesty. If I didn’t have to work a day job like Graham, I could probably quite easily fall into the smoking-all-day-every-day trap that he found himself ensnared in. As a matter of fact, that’s how I roll on the weekends, but you know, on a daily basis I have to work boring ass jobs to support myself and smoking at work has always struck me as both a waste of weed and a high. Because of this, I typically don’t blaze up until like 5pm during the work week.… Read the rest
Author Archive | Thad McKraken
One of the most peculiar things about living in Seattle at the moment is the fact that there are not one, but two ridiculously over-the-top psych rock divas here. I mean, what are the freaking odds? Of course, I’ve probably written about Midday Veil to the point of complete overkill by now, but you know, they continue to do weird shit that amazes me, so until that stops, I’ll keep up with it.
What I haven’t mentioned is the oneiric excellence of their smoky contemporaries Rose Windows. The reason for that probably has to do with the fact that it took several years to congeal their debut album, The Sun Dogs, into existence. Although the band initially blew me away live due largely to the sheer concussive force of vocalist Rabia Qazi, it wasn’t until the disc dropped in June (on Sub Pop Records no less) that I truly processed the depth of songwriting and lyrical complexity going down in that camp.… Read the rest
Ahhh Football season. The crisp feel of fall winds and the sound of drunkenness in the afternoon. There is absolutely nothing more distinctly and disturbingly American than football culture. So, you get a bunch of dudes who may or may not drink very often incredibly drunk in the middle of the afternoon. If their team wins, they get increasingly wasted and elated. If they lose they get dangerously sauced and pissed off. Yeah, that’s gonna end well for the kids.
Don’t fool yourself. Football (or any sport for that matter) wouldn’t exist in its insanely bloated capacity if weed and hallucinogens weren’t outlawed back in the day. People would probably be more into fucking and playing the electro delay sitar. Maybe there’d be porno sitar players. I don’t know. What I do know is that alcohol is legal and because of that, football culture is fucking PERFECT. You work a dumbshit job all day but hell, it’s all worth it because on the weekend you get to throw back drink after drink and yell at people who could kick the living crap out of you.… Read the rest
Well let’s see, we’ve got Korn, Megadeth, Steel Panther, Papa Roach, Shinedown, BuckCherry, P.O.D., Avenged Sevenfold, HIM, Five Finger Death Punch, The new band featuring the idiot bro from Disturbed, and much much more…absolute crap. Basically every band I fucking hated from 10 years ago all in the same place. It’s like they’re trying to go for a shit sandwich world record. Sort of unfortunate that they couldn’t achieve their dream, which I’m sure would have included Linkin Park, Godsmack, Limp Bizkit, and Creed as headliners. Fortunately for us, they couldn’t secure those bloated abominations as doing so probably would have created a karmic douche-nado which could potentially tear a rift through all that doesn’t suck in loud music.
For those kids who don’t remember, back in the early 90’s, for a brief period there were angry bands marketed by huge corporations who actually possessed an inkling of critical thinking skills and artistry.… Read the rest
At this point we should all know that the word Occult is derived from the word occluded and is often interpreted as the search for “knowledge of the hidden”. By that definition, I’ve often pointed out that the most obviously hidden aspect of our society is that we don’t talk about what we’re up to exactly pretty much ever. If you came up to a person on the street and asked them the meaning of life, I’d say the likelihood they’d reply: “to blindly churn out as many humans as possible through reckless fucking and build as much new weird stuff as quickly as we can” would be fairly slim. I guess the reason for that would have to do with the fact that it sounds utterly insane when you say it out loud, which is precisely why we don’t do it. And yet, it is the supreme goal nearly all of us spend a great deal of our time contributing to every single day.… Read the rest
As a student of psychology in my youth, one of the things that fascinated me most was how in other “hard science” disciplines you could come up with incredibly freaky theories about shit like dark matter and quantum physics, then actually talk about them publicly without being laughed at. I suppose this is because of math, but if you break any of the aforementioned theories down too far, you’re basically dealing with the idea that humans can barely perceive the vast majority of what’s going on in the universe. Yet, say the same thing in regards to consciousness and it’s simply not tolerated. Goes against everything we believe in.
What I find most hilarious about say, people getting super excited about things like string theory, is it doesn’t stand up to even the most basic of exploratory questioning. Really, so there are 11 dimensions? Just 11. What’s it like in those?… Read the rest
About six months ago, I spontaneously started contemplating the nature of using the cut up technique popularized by William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin to tap into what they referred to as the “third mind”. This automatic introspection occurred while I was perusing through the incredibly brilliant re-assembled art books of Robert Pollard. Anyone who knows me knows that I’ve been a Guided By Voices nut for quite some time, but I’ve never honestly written about this particular obsession or where it stemmed from before, and so I had an idea of combining these two things into one utterly bizarre piece of music writing.
Vivian, the editor of Redefine didn’t really get it, and neither did I consciously, but it was something I felt compelled to hash out nonetheless. Truth be told, I just don’t think any other writer did the band’s 2012 reunion albums justice, or had accused them of practicing a sort of unconscious witchcraft for that matter.… Read the rest
Watching the ongoing retardo dialogue between materialist science and religion continues to amuse me to no end as an Occultist. I mean, both camps should be giving each other high fucking fives. You both hate altered states of consciousness. You are each other’s greatest allies in stunting logical inquiry into the topic. Before any of us can remember, the church got inside science’s head and told them not to tread on their turf by studying experiential inner phenomenon like near death experiences and psychedelic drugs. Science folded like a bitch and has now completely sold itself on its own nonsensical spiritual ignorance.
In the other corner, there’s the most belittled fringe minority in the universe going, errr, why’d we reject all that shamanism stuff? I took mushrooms and stared into a transcendent cognitive eternity. I did it a bunch of times. Isn’t that the sort of thing shamanism was based on? Maybe those folks who didn’t give a shit about killing the planet were onto something after all.… Read the rest
I must confess that as much as I read about things like crop circles and U.F.O.’s in my youth, I haven’t honestly kept tabs on much of it for the last decade. I suppose I just sort of hit a wall, or moreover, the whole thing strikes me like a plea from deep within us to explore genetics and psi phenomenon rather than our current consumerist/materialist obsessions, which are obviously a dead end. I’ve never read a single report about an abductee who claims that the “aliens” (don’t buy the extra-terrestrial hypothesis at all) gave any sort of flying fuck about all the fancy technology we’re so impressed with.
Anywho, this is the sort of story I always found the most fascinating in U.F.O. lore (recommended to me on Facebook, friend me) – the bizarro outlying stories which hint at the limitless potentiality of the human imagination. Like the guy from Holland who predicts crop circles in advance and hangs out with hilarious grasshopper people, who for some reason are quite fond of turtlenecks:
The awareness that a new crop circle is either forming (or is about to) at the precise moment Dutch medium Robbert van den Broeke “sees” in his “mind’s eye” either the pattern of the new crop circle and/or the exact field where it will be found has been carefully recorded every year since he was 15 years old (he is now 32).… Read the rest