Spring has finally sprung! While we're hard at work in the StuStuStudio on this year's mix, I wanted to share this chestnut with you. The year was 2004, before the spring mix became a thematic double disc extravaganza. Freewheeling road trips, fresh air, wildflowers and wide open spaces. And a little Jermaine Stewart ditty that gained an exalted place in the Petropolis mythology. I meant to share this last year for Blue Skies' 10th anniversary, but I had to reconstruct from a CD that wasn't in the best shape! So I patched it together with love, and I hope it puts a smile as big as Texas on your face. Yeeehaw! Petropolis
It’s time for something sticky and sweet to heat up the winter thaw.
LoveGame:Sublime is a 3am whisky shot, panther vixen lap dance. Get lost in
red lights, hard bodies and soft skin. You may not be yourself tonight, but
you’ll be lovin’ every minute of it.
Hello, my sweets. This creation you behold in your sights was a long time in the making. Over two years, in fact. But now, the stars see fit to shine their dark light on our ragtag band of children. Follow me into gypsy tents of the Big Top, where ghosts of long ago hide their opium den indiscretions and secrets. Peer into the thaeter of the grotesque, in the flickering light of silent films and Weimar cabaret. Watch as Hallowe'en of old collides with the golden industrial age. Step right up, come closer, the wonderment lies ahead in this woozy, Absinthe fueled funhouse, but...you have been warned. It's a long, hard road out of Hell. Sweet Dreams, Sir Cosmo von Bathory New York, 1933
First, there was Midnight at the Starlite, a whiskey fueled homage to the great David Lynch. In 2008, the follow up Lites Out at the Silver Bell took a decidedly more sinister turn. A seedy motel, a loaded gun, static on the TV and a pounding on the door. In those lonely hours and moments of despair, put this record on. These songs are to die for... Stay tuned for the third and final installment this fall, Last Call at the Blue Angel. petropolis
The death of Robin Williams this week struck a nerve in me that I'm having a hard time shaking. I am no stranger to suicide. A good friend took his life several years ago, and it turned my world upside down. I've known a handful of others to die by suicide since then, and a very close loved one now sees it as a very real option, a prospect that looms over and haunts me every day. Perhaps because it is so personal to me, I cannot condemn someone for making this choice. It is THE most profoundly personal choice a person can make, and I cannot pass judgement because I am not the one experiencing the inner turmoil and despair.
Yes, suicide changes the lives of those left behind irrevocably. When my friend passed away, it shook my foundation and was the catalyst that eventually led to some monumental, positive changes. It forced me to reevaluate what was important in life, and this time with Robin Williams is no different. We are living in a time where technology and the Internet display the best and the worst of humanity. Some have lashed out with cruel and callous words. Have we become so hardened that we can't sympathize with another's pain, or at the very least be respectful of their grieving family? I mean, fuck! I am not immune to the cynicism and misery and snark that seem to have become the norm these days, but at this point it feels like a monster that is out of our control.
Except...it's not. It is completely within our control. Talk about choice! We have just as much choice to let the person get on the train before us as we do to push them back. I'm not talking about walking around in Pollyanna land and being a doormat, but is it so fucking hard to just be nicer to people? I am angry. And I am tired of people being ugly to each other. Rather than condemning, suicide makes me think about how everyone is going through something and could use a little human kindness. A phone call instead of a text. A hug instead of an emoji. As the technology and energy get more and more intense, I find myself yearning for more connection to the earth and to other people. Maybe a kind word, gesture, or invitation won't be enough to stop someone from killing himself, but what could it hurt? Why NOT try a little compassion? People will always be in your way on the sidewalk. They will always inconvenience you. You cannot teach the human race a lesson by showing one person what a dick they're being. And being a dick back will help no one, least of all yourself. Being rude is an everyday occurrence, but someone might just remember you being nice, and they might just pay it forward.
For myself, all I can manage is my own expectations and reactions. Yes, I will get angry, annoyed and inconvenienced. But I can CHOOSE to take a step back, see the bigger picture, and get better at picking my battles. Life is too short to look back and see where I could have lent a helping hand but didn't. Where I was nasty to someone and regretted it five minutes later. The only way to change the world is to start with yourself.
So fuck it. I'm going to make an effort to be more compassionate and to operate from a place of love. Otherwise, what is the fucking point?
"Spirit of love, come to us! Music selector is the soul reflector, and right now my soul is a hi-NRG house music freak out. It's a body shock." - Petropolis, Rhythm Nation Today
You've been warned. This ain't yo mama's spring mix! But well worth the wait, and good to keep it poppin' all summer long. Obstacles and delays were rampant this year in the StuStuStudio, but finally it has happened to me, and nobody's gonna stop my song! We ain't got time to be playin' around now, time to get into it. The House of Deee-Lite takes it to the streets with Uptown Doodie Brown, Jeromé Divinitay, Gianduja and Scrawberry. No parking on the dance floor. I wanna see all you fly mothers get on out there and DANCE. Dance, I said...