9.17.25 - SUPER SPARKLE WEDNESDAY

Wednesday 9.17.25

KCMO

Some call it hump day, but it is the day we have. Others call it the super sparkle mid-point, criss-crossed with contrails of fuzz bass and wicked synth. Release the psychedelic battle toads, it is Wednesday. 1000 trombones on 1000 mountain tops salute your morning ablutions. My brother-in-law Jay used to use the word ablutions, but the way he used it indicated extended outhouse time after drinking PBR the night before.

I listened to Feedtime yesterday. Sparks of boogie fly when they hammer their anvils—I love it. The atmosphere’s unique, kind of a moan crossed with a tavern juke box crossed with foundry racket.

I woke up at 4:11 AM thinking about politics and uncivil discourse AGAIN. Is there really a point to engaging lies and theater with logic and good faith? Kind of a mug’s game. Exhausting, over-stimulating, and just bad entertainment. Better to send ten bucks to the ACLU, and step away from the open trench of raw hypocrisy.

Take care of yourselves and don’t forget to moisturize,

DJ