Insanity (I)

What is all this insanity? Haha, I wouldn't trade it for anything, life is fun. I would like to thank sanity for sponsoring and enabling my insanity. We live on the other side of the world. Nocturnal wild animals. Wednesday in texas no sleep all night and next day 27hr drive to LA to play the one last wild show of the tour. And by wild I mean showtime boys whatever jetlagged stiffnesses of 5weeks of straight jark-charging all night heavy rock insanity feelin all cold and soggy must disappear, replaced by a mischievous grin to lead another crowd in a vivacious rompish break from sanity.

Why do we drive so many miles day after day, lift heavy gear over and over again, jumping around in silly clothes, barking meowing screaming yelling about giant tree men and goat gods and falcons? Why not? It is meaningless and therefore golden. Bastardized clumps of loud wild music, to give some people a good time. Its the battle we fight, we are the soldiers, we don't question why, we are following orders from destiny.

And, ARE we trying to give people just a "good time?"... I think not. This is no mere good time. If we wanted to give them a regular ol' good time, we'd just play covers they know and show football games and talk about current events. But that's the sane good time, within everyone's reach. We want them to expand, to have an adventure, to go out on a limb and dust off their imagination. To get stoked and hyped and amazed and confused but happy. Wild fresh mystical rare joy. We are aiming for a one of a kind experience. You don't get it from american idol or snickers or the world series or MTV. it isn't analagous to anything because its singular.

Is it for us or for them or for sex or for god? It just is, bro. Like a mountain.

Rushadicus