The SeanGeek

 Things have been crazy. Without getting into great detail, suffice to say that the last 6 months have been a roller coaster of emotions. Changes upon changes within the world itself, peppered with changes within our home, with our people and pets... after a certain point, your brain is unable to keep up. In fact, some of the changes I have forgotten have happened. The tidy filing cabinet of my mind, that constantly sorts, prioritizes, updates, moves folders has had jammed drawers, ripped files, and keeps getting stuck. There is so much going on that sometimes when I focus on the outside of our home world, another calamity has struck, another storm, another heat wave, another pompous individual pulling our culture back 20 years, segregation, a change of laws... So I retreat back into the home, into the bubble of our family and remember... oh yeah, that there are so many things here to keep up with. But at least that part is more manageable. Not less stressful because the changes th...

I know some people are expecting me to say something about what happened. And I suppose I could make something up, something flowery and tragic, wax poetic about the good they had brought to the world. It is so easy to dwell on the bad, because there was so much of it, and a significant part of it was directed at me, leaving me wounded and lost for a long time. There was good. Little snippets here and there. When we were able to create magic, we are all so in sync with each other, in the jam space and on the stage. I am going to remember those times. That is all I want to take away from that experience and the fruits of our labour, a cool as hell album that people still listen to, and a handful of the best songs I have ever co-written with anyone.

 Joe Quesada is stepping away from Marvel Comics. For some it is a day of jubilation. The man did a ton for Marvel Comics. But he also did one thing that, at one time, made him the most hated person in comics. For me, at the time, I was very angry. He touched the one thing that was so sacred to me. So let's provide some context. Anyone that knows me knows about my lifelong love of comic books. They might be familiar with my introductions to Spider-Man, my love of Stan Lee and my love of Marvel. My first comic book I truly feel in love with was Spider-Man. Unlike the Batman and Superman comics I was reading, Spider-Man was written for me. He wasn't a billionaire, he wasn't an alien. He was a kid with alot of the same problems many of us had. He was broke, he was a nerd, he was bullied, yet he had these powers that were weird and strange. I really identified with Spider-Man, and Stan Lee's writing really cemented my love of the character. And Steve Ditko, and later Buscem...

 Marvel Studios Moon Knight came out of left field for most people. Everything about the choice struck an odd chord. For me personally, I owned maybe a comic or two, and had him show up in other character's comics from time to time. I knew very little about his history as a character. I likely read something about him way back when during Marvel Comics' run of the Official Handbook to the Marvel Universe. And I may have played him as a character in the Marvel Super Heroes Role Playing Game. There was some things going against the character, that may have kept me at bay. I had often heard this was Marvel's Batman. I heard he had multiple personalities. I heard he was incredibly violent. He was an anti-hero. Etcetera , etcetera, etcetera. Some of these had something to do with jumping in on a character that was so incredibly complicated that it would take years to even understand what was going on. I was too late to the party. With Marvel Studios, we are all in on the ground ...

With the closure after my band's one and only show at the Club St B, and another closure just months ago, I am really starting to worry about the state of music in this fair city. I keep being told it is dying by music legends, and see the preponderances of the removal of all traditional instruments on commercial radio... has rock actually died. I have vehemently denied it's death throes. How can rock die. Rock is honest. Rock is emotional. Rock is memories. There is so much about rock that makes the world go round. As we reach out as a society, we are becoming far more insular in our interactions with each other. The more spread we put in our wings, the smaller we make the world, the less we talk. A rock show is a community event. People from different walks of life, different interests, different backgrounds all congregate together to unify in a way that is almost religious. We raise our fists and shout, we sing along, air guitar or air drums. We whistle, we clap. It...

To quote Jack Black: is it, in fact, unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter day sins, is it better to burn out or fade away? Seanorama struggles with the sins of the present as Todd Fastfretfingers convinces him of the validity of the past Van Halen collection despite their current struggles through a re-introduction of Diver Down. That’s right, a trip down the greatness that was Van Halen and how revolutionary those first Van Halen albums were, and how relevant they still should still be. #vanhalen #vanhager #diverdown #womenandchildrenfirst #1984 #davidleeroth #eddieandalex #michaelanthony #hangemhigh #wherehaveallthegoodtimesgone #secrets #topjimmy #dropdeadlegs #illwait #prettywoman #koolandthegang #dancinginthestreets #royorbison #kiss #wolfie #tone #littleguitars http://seanorama.podbean.com/e/season-5-episode-15-%E2%80%93-van-halen-latter-day-sins/

***Stream of consciousness writing.... based on a couple of things I had written as an insertion to the story--- very curious for some input on what people think this is*** And that was how it started. A casual flick of her hair, followed by a tuck of that hair behind her ear, a casual glance away, unwilling to meet my eyes. I tried to regain her eyes, to get them back on me but it was clear what I had said had ruined our moment, all lost in the glaze of the comment she had made. The truth had been revealed and although it had shaken me, I still kept falling back into that pesky trait I had to make sure she was okay. Even though I certainly wasn't. What had she brought upon me, so much so that now I was questioning myself even though she had dropped the bomb on me. She had told me the truth, something I had suspected, perhaps more subconsciously than consciously. But here we were, and I was looking more the fool than she. "So, um, yeah," she said less than eloquently...