If you had any attraction for the weird and mysterious in the nineties and beyond, then Disinfo had something for you, being a surrogate American twin to the now gone Bizarre magazine. It was a T.V show that featured a side-show appeal, dispersed with a few strange threads that a curious observer could look into. Strange books and stranger lives to study. With lots of deviant sexual antics, if not depicted, then described. No part of culture was too grubby for it’s analysis, the human cost of pornography, the future of transgenderism and the ideologies of iconoclast performance artists across the decades. However, across the attempt to bridge to modern cyber culture, Disinformation has become a defunct label, a felled bastion of counter-culture and lucid exploration of cognition and reality.
If you cared even a little for weird americana, psychedelics, stoner rock and the philosophy of deviants and reality changers, chaos magicians et al. Then Disinformation was a TROVE of podcasts, collected youtube videos and articles garnered from across the news and blog world to show you one thing. You’re wrong – you’re not wrong 😉
Open minded debate lit the door way to this understanding of both exoteric and purely artistic expressions. Reality and Art in symmetric symbiosis, fine minds and coarse contributed for the sake of keeping alive a culture within a culture.
It is not the only place for such communions, but it was a canary in the coal mine, the gas is getting unmanageable. (I may write a part two to this post)
A personal take.
I suppose it would be beholden of me to mark this event as both sad and, somewhat, a little fitting. In this framework of culture and counter-culture devolving through psychological warfare into headfuck Vs rival headfuck. The age of the anti-hero is truly coming into fruition, or so it seems. After more than a decade of being told every hero is a monster of some kind, every rise to power has a body count and every human is COMPLICIT in the sin of others evils’. We now find ourselves compass-less, and wondering what is right.
We have created and recreated the uprooting of culture (communal inheritance) through Rock’N’Roll, and it’s children. Can you hear an avalanche? To the point Noone even feels their soul, the essential inheritance not just from everyone and everything, but from ourselves as a reminder of what we are. Divine.
The brittle bed of contrary opinions and empty self-esteemed individuals surround the circling miasma of thoughtless and addicting media, feeding the emptiness, and not letting it be settled. Like a Hurricane cycling through hay, over and over.
I pray for the hurricane to be over, and for a stream of settling self-respect to come to these folks, but it takes life,and time, and as a gentleman of some experience, I must resort waiting and watching. Hoping this extremity of folks so beholden to the screen can break out of mere expressing themselves as an avatar, to knowing they are an avatar of greater potential.
Purposelessness, powerlessness and a general culture-fatigue has entered the bones of the western world. I think in the reflection provided by the internet’s mirror, we have been through a great self-analysis, resulting in a mid-cultural crisis. We see ourselves and our reliances as what they are, and have two competing opinions. One is that we must change to become a higher resourced and more eco friendly cultural model, the other is that we will never change and should worship the least of the monsters that hold power.
Forgive me if I do not bow to demagogues.
In fact, praise me. <- watch for irony! 😀
So what has Rock N Roll brought us, and what or whom brought Rock N Roll? It was a ideology of hedonistic self realisation, brought forward by both eccentrics and narcissists. Neither fitting the pattern of societal values or behaviours, and deciding on patterning society in their own light and image. There is, implicitly, an error to this equation. Eccentricity tends to come from some form of mental or emotional syndrome, narcissism is the straight up inability to consider outside perspectives that do not serve ones self image. This is the key to disaster, tunnel vision and madness with only madto compete with.
“I’m going off the rails on a crazy train”.
Then what next?
In a devolving presence of standards of what is, true, then what is right and NOW what is acceptable. We meet the shadow in the cupboard, the monster we feared as children, the failure of hope in ourselves humanly and collectively. It is this terror we must face together without animosity, but with respect. Perhaps the death of certain things is inevitable, but life, as the saying goes, Goes On.