Saturday night's trip to see Henry Rollins perform at the Usher Hall in Edinburgh seemed like a damn good closure to an otherwise chilled week's holiday. Taking time out from the usual mundane horseshit - whilst simultaneously switching off from most of what's happening in the media - was wholly necessary and beneficial towards recharging my batteries. I'm trying to start up my own business this year in an effort to quit working for the man. Too many projects and so little time. The only thing that keeps me ticking over is the knowledge and confidence that I'll soon be out of the rat race once the business becomes financially viable. It feels good to be on that road - to be building something up that is generated by my own momentum. Once established I doubt I will ever work for another organisation again.
Rollins' spoken word show, 25 Years Of Bullshit, was highly entertaining and inspiring, and just the jolt I needed to make the transition back to the dismal routine. Speaking non-stop for over two and half hours, his show was a mixture of politics and pop culture, covering his experiences entertaining the troops in Iraq, as well as his travels through Siberia, Australia and Afghanistan.
Jesus, what a fucked up idea to send Henry Rollins to entertain the US Army. His blatant anti-Bush sentiment might easily have caused dissent amongst the ranks.
Apart from the grey hair, Rollins looks exactly the same except he seems to have gotten even angrier.
Sometimes it's good to have someone hammer it into your head than aggression is a much needed force just as capable of inspiring creativity as equally as it can inaugurate destruction.
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