Tuesday, May 26, 2009

um

What's the difference between asocial and anti-social?
What's the difference between love and "in love"?
What's the difference between pathos and bathos?
What's the difference between red hair and the hair you had before?
What's the difference between tu and vous?
What's the difference between Shatner and Piccard?
What's the difference between lonely and alone?
What's the difference between the Pablo Picasso and an asshole?
What's the difference between irony and sarcasm?
What's the difference between now and tomorrow?
What's the difference between a red giant and a white dwarf?
What's the difference between history and the past?
What's the difference between Columbia and Colombia?
What's the difference between bullshit and crap?
What's the difference between Unknown Pleasures and Closer?
What's the difference between me and a normal life?
What's the difference between Bengali and Bangla?
What's the difference between atheism and Godlessness?
What's the difference between ST and ST her?
What's the difference between the Minutemen and Firehose?
What's the difference between Jean Grey and Phoenix?
What's the difference between Dhaka and home?
What's the difference between peacocks and vacants?
What's the difference between you and me?

Monday, May 25, 2009

Bill

So a long time ago, probably a time before the internets, I knew a guy named Bill Sparks. Not sure what happened to him. I think the last time I saw him was in 2001. Sometime in the summer of that year. Bill was a cool guy if a little idiosyncratic. His mother was a heroin addict in Houston. His father, I think, was a sailor. Bill was given away by his parents and raised by other people. He didn't know this until much later. He got married to someone who (from what I understand) basically tried to destroy Bill's life by taking away their child, Dane, from Bill. She succeeded. I don't think Bill saw Dane after a certain point, not after 2001 anyway. Dane is probably college age by now. I remember him as a little kid. Bill playing Meddle on his stereo, and us smoking pot. Dane running around. Bill introduced me to Bill Hicks (the late great) but hated the fact that the members of Tool identified with Bill Hicks. Bill (Sparks) thought Tool sucked and kinda brought down Bill Hicks who was the shit. Bill was a big fan of Swans too, especially The Burning World era mellow period, not so much the pound-your-fucking-skull-into-submission Children of God period, which I thought was better. I really liked Bill. Learned a lot from him. He would tease me, tell me to truly reject the world. I was, however, all talk and no action. Never did much to upset the status quo. An armchair anarchist. Some people would say that Bill was fucked up but no, not really, he just had a kind of clarity that most of us lacked. I'm sure Bill hated Barack Obama and did not vote for him. Probably didn't vote for anyone. Bill eventually dropped "off the grid," kinda like that dude in Into the Wild. Bill, with his M.A. degree in English literature (his M.A. thesis was a novella in which a major evil character was named Joy, after me, apparently), dropped out and disappeared. He was the kind of guy who would not want to have an e-mail address. He didn't really care much for the trappings of bourgeois living, but he was a kind heart. A really kind hearted man. I really think he was brilliant. If you are out there Bill, drop me a line and say hello. I want to thank you for turning me on to all sorts of weird cool music, even though we had arguments about Jimi Hendrix. I thought (and still think) that he was a mediocre guitar player and you still think he's a genius. The guy from Flipper was a better guitar player. Fuck, I'm a...um... better guitar player than Hendrix. We can continue that argument. We miss you.

I am in India now. Far away from home. I'm reading Mary Gaitskill's new one.