Dirty Earnie

Could be. You can never be too careful. No telling what kind of malignant vermin might be reading your blog.

Maybe the Bin Laden family. Could be.

It's true, I don't have a degree in wuss-rock-ology. Maybe I should just shut my mouth, eh? Especially if I want to avoid receiving any more hurtful personal remarks posted by you-know-who.

Thank god they're no longer limited to only training at that Beth-Israel place.

I wrecked 'em all, I really wrecked 'em.

Worked with this mutant, math idiot savant dork on the Blacker project back in the mid-late '80s wilst an employee of the mighty MITRE Corp.

More later.

Two good songs for MOLOCH 106.7's playlist. Both mellow and both about heroin. A perfect fit.

These are the other Boston stations I can think of offhand. I'll have to survey them some time to see how many of them publicize the bogus charities they support in The Community. Maybe MOLOCH 106.7 is the only one in the area with a heart of purest, warmest, lovingliest gold. Could be.

I remember commuting on Rt. 3 in my shitty little Chevette back in the '80s and listening to Mark Parenteau on WBCN. He had a 5 minute comedy segment at 5pm. I stopped listening to pop music radio in the eighties when every other song seemed to be either a Michael Jackson or Madonna one.

In Britain they call it winding the other guy up. A perfect game for these nihilistic, techno sodden times.

But that's just my opinion. And there's strength in numbers and ultimate weakness in being the odd man out. Some might think I need help being re-socialized, and some of those people probably watch FOX. Anyway, maybe I can inspire a small cadre of dedicated fanatics to help me take the smug smile off those MOLOCH 106.7 people's mugs. Sounds like a plan.

Wonder when it first reached critical mass, when enough receivers had been bought to start all the shit we have to live with today. And then TV. We know what shit that is. Also, it occurred to me that they'll have a hard time maintaining all their satellites once fossil fuel dries up. But that's not for a while yet, unfortunately.

Anyway, the exact history doesn't really matter. The fact is that we seem to be stuck with the shit, i.e., radio, for the foreseeable future. Bummer.

I still own 750 CDs, 2 thirds of which are home burned. My CD collection is a real millstone around my neck.

Some of the stuff I used to like to listen to: Stranglers, Michael Hurley, Kim Salmon's Scientists, Roky Erickson, '60s garage punk, '60s English freakbeat, early GG Allin, pre-'67 Stones, Velvet Underground, British Oi!.

In olden days people used to sing while they worked and made music for themselves to relax at other times. Now broadcast and recorded music has become an overwhelming swamp. I'm listening to some a reggae cover of Angel of the Morning at the moment that I'd rather not hear. I think it's American Top 40. Yep, on KISS 108.

People these days depend on music like a drug. It's an antidote to all the dehumanizing aspects of modern life, and there's just a ton of them.

For what it's worth, you jackals.

I got embroiled in a couple in years gone by. The first was with a bunch of vicious Brit teens on a message board on the Bolt (www.bolt.com) site. Excruciating. And the other one was less full-bore vituperative, but still painful. It was with a bunch of Brit lefties on the Guardian newspaper message boards. Ended up being banned from the site. All Brits are assholes. Pretty much. I used to be an anglophile, not any more.

For what it's worth.

Dagnabbit!

For example, if some people are disrespecting your employer, such as a wuss-rock radio station, then wait until you find someone on-line, some representative strawman opponent you can dog and harry and hassle to death about it. After all, if you're a techie you own the Internet anyway, so you're totally free to do as you please with your godlike techie powers.

Maybe this is the tipping point, the last straw. As the political and economic noose tightens, figuratively speaking, maybe the general populace will rebel against having crappy, tranked-out Adult Contemporary/Wuss-Rock pumped to them and will rise up and trash the city good and proper. It's certainly a lovely thought.

I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
May this fair dear land we love so well
In dignity and freedom dwell.
Though worlds may change and go awry
While there is still one voice to cry - - -
There'll always be a MOLOCH 106.7
While there's a country lane,
Wherever there's a cottage small
Beside a field of grain.
There'll always be a MOLOCH 106.7
While there's a busy street,
Wherever there's a turning wheel,
A million marching feet.
Red, white and blue; what does it mean to you?
Surely you're proud, shout it aloud,
"Bostonians, awake!"
The Empire too, we can depend on you.
Freedom remains. These are the chains
Nothing can break.
There'll always be a MOLOCH 106.7,
And MOLOCH 106.7 shall be free
If MOLOCH 106.7 means as much to you
As MOLOCH 106.7 means to me.

I look forward to familiarizing myself with every fascinating contour of this corporation's crinkly butthole, figuratively speaking. I'll try and report what I find as I go along without expending too much thought. After all, brevity's the soul of wit, n'est-ce pas?

That might explain why all the drama emanating from Magic 106.7/Greater Media land. But I like a challenge, I like a mystery. What better things do I have to do with my life than play guessing games with pompous plastic corporate music assholes.

Hurts, donnit?

Right next to the Blue Hills reservation. Wow. Looks like a lovely setting. Very woodsy and quiet. How nice for them.

Suite 300. All that power, all controlled from one little ole suite. What a world. Amazing.

What a world.

"Magic 106.7 is Boston's most successful radio station." - Makes my skin crawl.

It's owned by something called "Greater Media", and it started up in 1982. Like any plague it's always a wonder to realize that it wasn't with us forever.

Apparently the shit-rock formula they broadcast was 'pioneered' (just like Daniel Boone, no doubt) in Philadelphia. Greater Media already had 3 stations before starting the Boston one.

And to think that's how they came to 'enchant' the Boston metro region. Amazing. And they said it couldn't be done, that to do so would be like making a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Life is beautiful, and magical, after all. I see da light! I see da light!

But it's a Jewish hospital, isn't it? Why does it have to be a Jewish one? There's tons of other hospitals in Boston. Oh, maybe they were the highest bidder for the plug, that would make sense. Money talks and bullshit walks, as they say.

Figures it'd be out in some bleak industrail sector. Industrial, state-sponsored, totalitarian music for the modern, now a-go-go set.

I was in a convenience store on Columbus Ave. the other day, after 3 blessed days free of MOLOCH 106.7, and I heard this Ad. In the context of the discussion on my blog this Ad seemed a little shrill and desperate. A desperate attempt to wake it's listenership up enough to actually be worth the advertising dollars they charge to their hapless advertisers. I can't help but wonder if any of them ever stumble onto my blog. I'll have to Google "Magic 106.7" sometime and see how far up in the hit list I am. I sometimes wonder if Google doesn't sell bad-press link suppression. $5000.00 to suppress any link on earnestsludge.blogpsot.com for a year, for example. It wouldn't have to eliminate it altogether, just bury it down in the 200+ range, where nobody ever bothers to go.

Just stupid little yokels tricked into listening to those clever (Bugs) bunnies at MOLOCH 106.7.

Your time is gonna come, assholes. One day the sheep will look up and there'll be hell to pay. You'll be laughing out of the other side of your filthy, disgusting, money grubbin' mouths.

There's a good boy. You are a naughty one, aren't you? You wouldn't want to lose your Earnest Sludge commenting privileges, would you? Then what would you do with the long lonely, pointless hours of your life?

I've been having a flame war with some bizarre guy in Boston who thinks that the soft rock station, Magic 106.7, is some kind of font of holy musical blessing and regards my criticisms and insults directed at it as a kind of blasphemty. It's really topsy-turvy and inexplicable. But the guy never gives up in his hassling of me. I had to start another blog to get away from him, and then he discovered it so I had to disable commenting altogether because I didn't want him trashing my other blog, which never mentions his beloved Magic 106.7, by the way. Crazy world full of sick people.

Poor little sales dweeb. Loneliest guy in town. Don't get no respect. Probably hasn't gotten laid in 6 months. Poor baby. Has to come on-line and beat up on random bloggers in a classic case of dis-placed aggression.

But in a way I love it. I'd love for this feud to escalate to the point where they have to call out the National Guard to protect the MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7 broadcast tower. What a lovely dream. I'll be savoring it tonight as I drift off to sleep. A non-drugged sleep, but the way. That's probably another of WMJX sales dweeb's problems. He probably takes all kind of medications. That would certainly explain a lot about his irrational behavior on-line. I may be fat, slothful and slovenly, but I'm AAAALLLLL NAATUURRAALL!!!

Who gives a rat's ass? Who is this person that keeps posting his silly comments to my blog? Why doesn't he just go and get a life? MOLOCH 106.7 is just a business, not a fuckin' religion, for chrissakes. You'd think I was committing blasphemy by saying negative things about that shit Muzak station. Frankly, I believe the blog stalker/commenter is a deeply conflicted guy and that's why his skin is so thin on this topic. He has a very severe love/hate relationship with MOLOCH 106.7. My latest hypothesis is that he works as the webmaster of MOLOCH 106.7 and he hates it but he doesn't dare admit that to himself. Poor little webmaster. I almost (ha ha) feel sorry for him.

No day is complete without being drenched in a torrential downpour of audio dogshit. And today's no exception. I got to 'enjoy' that rancid piece of excrement, Eric Clapton's Unplugged Layla + Layla Majestic Piano outro whilst savoring my scrammed eggs and corned beef hash. I managed to keep my breakfast down, which in the circumstances is no mean feet. Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate.

Totalitarian music in a totalitarian world. Pervasive. Smothering. Inescapable. Resistance is futile.

Wouldn't ya just know it.

Had supper at Han River at St. Mary's street in Brookline yesterday. Won't be going back. Food was tasty enough, but the portions were small and the prices were high and the radio was pumping out continuous soft rock diarrhea.

I remember actually liking the Doobie Brothers when they first came out, although I never bought any of their records. Of course I myself was mostly stoned most of the time, which impaired my judgement.

I remember being irritated that this song (Listen To The Music) had lyrics that told me to listen to them, which seemed redundant and unnecessary. I now listen to them and see a mostly political message, a message extolling passivity and fatalism. And the band is named after a marijuana cigarette, which tells you something right there.

The whole thing (song + marijuana) just tells people to lay back and relax while the system robs them of their health and vitality and humanity. Just lay back, it says, and relax and let the system castrate and lobotomize you, let it fit your with a bunch of weird techno-prosthesis like cars and phones and TV and radio and thereby cripple and infantalize you.

"Like a lazy flowing river, surrounding castles in the sky.": drift off to mindless dream land.

"And if I'm feelin' good to you, and you're feelin' good to me": just sit still while the singer (and music industry & mass society) fucks you out of your birthright.

And the singer sings it in an annoying, disgusting, babyish yelp. The Doobie Brothers, perfect examples of the rot at the heart of modernity. Listen To The Music, the perfect manifesto for opiating yourself with shit music. This is what the whole '60s rebellion thing boiled down to, getting stoned and dropping out of your own life, your own existence, your own experience.

MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7 gives ya the shits, alright.

Made the mistake of eating at the Hong Kong Cafe down on the ass end of Boylston this morning. Should have known better than eat at a Howard Johnson motel Chinese restaurant. Food was cold, tasteless, late and ridiculously over-priced. And that nightmare horror radio station was on. Some totally plastic female DJ was on, sounded like she was totally laminated, totally encased in plastic from head to toe. She sounded like some '50s super mom, like Donna Reed on steroids, some robo-femme. She quoted the fact that some song she played was a multiple-platinum record, as if that matters. The bigger the number of people like a song, the more mindless and shitty it is.

MOLOCH 106.7 is like a horrible disease, like leprosy or Ebola, infecting and degrading everything in Boston.

Mr. anonymous commenter is right, I hate MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7. I hate it like the Jews hated Nazis, like little kids hate grade school, like a guy with cancer hates cancer, like the American Indians hated the white man.

Had to listen to this semi-audibly at the dentist just now getting my teeth cleaned. Refrained from complaining because the hygienist is such a sweet lady. They did play one of my favorite songs, "You're out of touch, you're out of time", or some such, forget who did it. I also noticed that many of the songs played were done by African-American groups, so maybe they're not such white supremacists as I thought. I still hate them and want them to die and be obliterated forever, of course. Let there be no mistake about that.

And we all gallop and caper around this axial principle of our age like demented show ponies on a high-speed merry-go-round, kicking up our heels, grinning and leering with wild-eyed glee.

Disney, Barbie, Hollywood, L.A., Las Vegas, NYC, London, Paris, Rome, Barcelona, Istanbul, Time, Newsweek, NY Times, Wall Street Journal, People, Wired, Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, porn, dildos, butt-plugs, lube, condoms, straights, gays, dikes, trangenders, bisexuals, metro-sexuals, dominatrices, tattoos, piercings, haircuts, Imagineers, engineers, physicists, Mathematicians, PhDs, professionals, experts, writers, movies, movie theatres, MTV, Comedy Channel, PBS, TV channels, cable TV, satellite TV, HDTV, acronyms, rock 'n' roll, soft rock, hard rock, classic rock, punk rock,oldies, rap & hip hop, classical music, Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Native Americans, Indians, Asians, Arabs, Jews, Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, atheists, America, Europe, Japan, countries, the U.N., Chevys, Fords, Toyotas, Mercedes Benz, automobiles, SUVs, light trucks, semis, passenger jets, airports, TV sets, VCRs, DVD players, CD players, video tapes, DVDs, CDs, books, libraries, book stores, fast food restaurants, Leftists, Rightists, Anarchists, Eco-Warriors, Freedom Fighters, Noam Chomsky, Howard Zinn, Michael Albert, Alexander Cockburn, Z Mag, The Nation, PCs, laptops, the Internet, e-mail, blogs, Google, Yahoo, Amazon, YouTube, MySpace, cell phones, Yuppies, slackers, grunge workers, retirees, 7-11s, Shaws supermarkets, Whole Foods, Beatles, Stones, Sex Pistols, David Bowie, Pink Floyd, Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, the Bay Area, Boston, Harvard, M.I.T., ESPN, Red Sox, sports stadiums, sports bars, saloon bars, colleges, college students, kidney stones, hemorrhoids, constipation, varicose veins, flat feet, eye glasses, dentists, doctors, nurses, hospitals, medical science, medications, subways, trolley cars, buses, bus stations, young girls, old men, stoves, refrigerators, dish washers, microwave ovens, clothes washers, clothes dryers, household appliances, coffee makers, beds, chairs, tables, furniture, exercise equipment, gyms, Sears, Best Buy, Target, gas stations, police stations, police, court houses, judges, jails, prisons, apartments, leases, car washes, maps, coffee shops, zoos, ATMS, Century 21, real estate brokers, real estate, the grid, convenience stores, Young Turks, Turd Fergusons, baseball caps, motorbikes, puffy sneakers, bottled water, no water fountains, no public bathrooms, bathrooms, public urination illegal, bedrooms, living rooms, night clubs, parties, video games, broadcast TV, commercial radio, public radio, radio, suits, ties, leather dress shoes, hotels, motels, taxis, limos, Britney Spears, Brad Bitt, Angelina Jolie, underwear, cigars, cigarettes, candy bars, chewing gum, Protestant work ethic, pizza, subs, pizza & sub shops, closets, easy chairs, couches, Ottomans, coffee tables, bookcases, porcelain toilets, breakfast cereal, spectator sports.

More deforestation. Better world.
More habitat destruction. Better world.
More species extinction. Better world.
More global warming. Better world.
More ocean dead zones. Better world.
More soil erosion. Better world.
More spy satellites. Better world.
More air, water and ground pollution. Better world.
More carcinogens in the air, food and water. Better world.
Higher prison populations. Better world.
More propaganda dissemination. Better world.
More 3rd world sweat shops. Better world.
Higher obesity rates. Better world.
Higher heart disease rates. Better world.
Higher cancer rates. Better world.
Higher birth defect rates. Better world.
More global warming. Better world.
More alcoholism. Better world.
More drug addiction. Better world.
More spouse and child abuse. Better world.
More anti-depressant takers. Better world.
More alienation. Better world.
More dehumanization. Better world.
More totalitarianism. Better world.
More fascism. Better world.
More police brutality. Better world.
More corporate globalization. Better world.
More peasants driven off their land. Better world.
Bigger 3rd world slums. Better world.
More acronyms. Better world.
More soul crushing, spirit breaking grade schools. Better world.
More so-called experts. Better world.
More 'modern' needs. Better world.
More wage slavery. Better world.
More infantile dependency on the system. Better world.
More Futurama movies. Better world.
More firearms, SUVs, suburbs, highways, plastic, asphalt, concrete, lawyers, inflation, strip malls, shopping malls, advertisements, bureaucracy, war, bombers, bombs, social stratification, snobbery, casual cruelty, obfuscation, distortions, sophistry, bold-faced lies, terrorism, so-called justice, so-called rationality, zoos, dams, Leftists, NGOs, tourist resorts, surveillance cameras, politicians, books by D. Jensen and J. Zerzan. Better world.


Ooops, I forgot. High tech comes completely free, right out of thin air, with no strings attached and with no bad social or environmental consequences, like magic. My mistake. Please forgive me. I get deluded so easily. But I can understand a slogan like, "Better technology. Better world." That's something I can really get my head around. And it has the ring of truth. It's almost tautological. It hardly even needs saying. It's like that wonderful advertising slogan for Nantucket Nectars: "We're juice guys!" So simple, so direct, so pure. It's nothing short of breathtaking, it's so marvelous. "We're juice guys!": so happy, so positive, so simple, so human. Miraculous. Really sets the gold standard for public discourse, I think.

Saw a whole long stream of these walking through the Fenway and over to the Stadium this morning, around 11. Making their pilgrimage to the holy shrine of Red Sox worship where they'll chant their holy Sweet Caroline hymns in the 8th inning stretch. Hallelujah! World with out end!

Traveled quite a distance each time before discovering it. At least my t-shirt hangs down and mostly obscures it. I'm losing my mind, I guess. Also, my jaw muscles ache, especially on the left side. I think it's because of my rotten kidney on that side, when I sleep on the right side it presses up on the kidney and I have to clench my jaw to maintain my equilibrium. Bad times ahead for little ole me.

Police (i.e., officially sanctioned thugs). What do you call a self-appointed cop? A cracked-brain psycho. QED.

Two of these goddamn fuckers terrorized the fuck out of me yesterday walking to the supermarket. I staggered forward, looking for something to lean onto, to brace myself for the explosion that seemed inevitable. The air sounded and felt like it was being ripped apart with great violence. The fabric of the world seemed like it was being ripped apart with great violence. This is meant to make us feel proud of our country? I felt totally terrorized and menaced. This is the true evil black soul of the modern world and a perfect expression of America's supreme arrogance. Madness. "Those whom the gods would destroy they first make mad."

Saw this last night. Pretty hot, pretty cool. Never saw people having sex through a window before, although I always wanted to. They probably left the window open on purpose. Exhibitionists. I'd say they were about 20. Of course where I live is like gay central for the Boston area, so...

Make a good graffiti/tagging stencil: MOLOCH 106.7: So fake, so gross. Love to see it all over Boston, on the walls and the sidewalks.

Goes without saying, really.

I think I've wasted enough of my breath belaboring the obvious. Everybody hates Muzak and elevator music, just like they hate smog, but it's everywhere and nobody feels they can really do anything about it.

I think it's clear who the twisted individual is in this deal here. That asshole, the blog stalker/commenter, has just posted yet another 26 copies of his same, standard, lame, whitewashing comment about what great philanthropists and humanitarians the MOLOCH 106.7 people are (oops, I started reading the comments and they're actually specific to each post. At least, so far. My bad. Still, 26 comments is a lot of lathered up blather). My guess is that MOLOCH 106.7's revenues are significantly down and that the poor blog stalker/commenter is only pulling down $150k now whereas he used to be pulling down $200k 6 years ago. And he just can't stand the humiliation. Poor baby. Poor little rich boy. Well, blog stalker/commenter, you can huff and you can puff but you're not going to blow this blog down.

Oh, and the little scumbag, the blog stalker/commenter, has even gone to the trouble to register as a Blogger user so that if I turn off anonymous commenting he can still post. What a determined little freak.

And on a slightly different note, I stepped into the Walgreen's in Coolidge Corner just now and it only took me 15 seconds to notice that that stomach churningly awful Starry Starry Night song by Don McLean was on the PA, and for me to turn on my heals and exit, post haste. MOLOCH 106.7, no doubt.

Well I hope that other frustrated and disgusted involuntary MOLOCH 106.7 listeners stumble upon this blog and derive some amusement and some validation for their feelings from it.

(NOTE: Walgreens does not play MOLOCH 106.7. They have their own in-house Muzak. My mistake.)

And I know it won't let me down. 'Cause I'm already standin' on the ground.

Curmudgeons are sad, pathetic, embittered people who clearly have no basis for their unhappiness (after all, to cure all their problems they need only tune in to MOLOCH 106.7, right?) and therefore deserve their own self-made, illusory misery. That's why so many political dissidents were sent to mental hospitals during Stalin's reign. It's very clear, I just haven't got my mind right. I clearly need help. MOLOCH 106.7 should probably sponsor some kind of a mental health treatment initiative in The Community to help everyone be nice and happy and enjoy MOLOCH 106.7 with a clear, empty mind.

What with 9/11, global warming and gas costing over $4. That's why we need stations like MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7 more than ever to help trank ourselves out and let us sleepwalk through life like half-dead zombies. Clearly. QED.

It is a station that dispenses techno industrial propaganda in the form of easy listening music. No organ of mass media is simply the content that it dispenses. How stupid and naive the assholes who run this world takes us, the common people, to be.

Thanks and tip of the Hatlo hat to the blog stalker/commenter for helping me see that.

Don't kid yourself. All that matters to those assholes is the bottom fuckin' line.

What is Rosie's Place? I don't really care. It helps to ease the suffering of a handful of the thousands upon thousands immiserated by this system, I assume. It dispenses crumbs of solace to a couple people, thereby redeeming the system as a whole, supposedly. It's a beacon on an island of tender loving care that MOLOCH 106.7 wants you to identify it with, an island in a sea of exploitation, alienation and indifference that MOLOCH helps create, by the way. And never mind that MOLOCH 106.7 is an integral part of that same system that creates that mountain of unnecessary suffering that Rosies's Place only barely helps. No, never mind the true proportions. No, that kind of rationality is not in your interests to think of. In this particular case, what you are supposed to think is a single, unitary fact, the fact that MOLOCH 106.7 contributes to Rosie's Place, that's all you need to know. The real numbers don't really concern you because let's face it, you don't ever deserve to be exploited and ground down into a cancer-ridden, pain-wracked heap by this glorious system. So just shut up and grin and bear it and be grateful for the Magic that is being pumped to you and which you don't even deserve to receive, let alone criticize.

So fake, so gross.