Drugs, Death, and Rock & Roll

Wayne Static in 2005 [WIKIPEDIA]

 

Did not know Wayne Static had died in 2014.

What a frikkin’ bummer.

I’m a fan of Industrial Music — Rock, Metal, Electronic — with Nine Inch Nails being my typical band of choice whenever I’m jonesing for a deep, dark, dystopic fix.

But whenever I was in need for an adrenaline fix, Wayne Static — his stage name obviously — with his band Static-X would always get me to where I was fixin’ to go.

It’s been a while since I needed a high-tempo rush like that so I hadn’t heard nor thought of Static-X in many o’ moons; however, now that I’m to the point where I’m working out regularly, a Static-X classic popped up on my Apple Music Industrial Rock Workout Playlist that Apple nerds had kindly and conveniently curated for me.

Warning: If you’re not familiar with this genre of music, you may want to check, first, with your doctor to ensure your heart can handle it, and then, second, with your Priest/Spiritual Advisor to ensure your spirit can handle it, as well…
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The Purpose of Pain

When it comes to physical pain, it’s purpose is hardly in question: It focuses us to where our immediate attention and action is required.

We accidentally rest our hand on a hot stove top burner and, without our sense of pain, our hand, if it weren’t for our sense of smell, would become cooked well enough to serve up at the next meal.

We could laugh at this, but sadly and horrifically there are some who do not experience the sense of physical pain due to a rare condition known as congenital analgesia.

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Do Not Put Out To Sea

Do not put out to sea
if the fathoms fear your heart
or the waves crashing
the bow would be the horrifying start
of your decent unto the depths
of the mind’s cavernous holds

the unsolicitous brigs of silent solitude

Do not put out to sea
where the horizon never ends
and where the gull drifting
the wind with listless certitude tends
to veer the vessel off its course
and unto the desperate grip of the impatient settling shoal

if you’re ne’er true to the navigable stars of the sacred sky

Do not put out to sea
if to you a wake is nothing but the past
an impression of the moment faintly there
and then forgotten, ne’er does it last
unless cast in poignancy and pain
and set upon the mantle of despair

for it is the way, the calming captain of the morrow’s mind