Thx for the discourse + all th other d's

They say that if you don't buy a lottery ticket, your chances of winning are almost as good as those of one who does. I'm starting to realize how that equation applies to so many things, i.e., you are almost as likely to reap success, praise, and attention for your efforts doing fuck all as you are breaking your back. Fortune smiles on the charming-but-talentless shitheads among us as often or more so than it does on those of us who really put the passion into everything we do. Integrity is supposed to be its own reward, but honestly it's getting old, practically on a respirator at this point.

In context, does anyone read these posts, apart from my Dad? (he won't be happy with this one...) I mean I realize that people do read, but is the ratio of effort-to-recognition anywhere near equivalent? The more Internet content that gets vomited out, by everyone, the fewer salvageable chunks I see. Fluff, as opposed to fodder. "Secret admirers" should step into the light, because I want to see you; you appreciate my quality, and I want to appreciate yours. Apart from sheer, blissful music appreciation, "building the tribe" is the reason I do this.

We were back with a metal vengeance last night, after a week off. Listeners liked Sodom | Doom | Undergang | Occult 45 | Null & Void | Inculcator | Steve Moore/Cub OST | Macronympha ...personal highlights included Rosemary Krust's Last Tape | Blood Rhythms | Vociferii | Haxen | Tzantza | ...and my all-time favorite Clandestine Blaze song.

Keeping it brief, I have a life to get to (not much of one, but I'm always working on it) ...our still this week comes from the small-budget, mini-masterpiece horror-comedy Crush The Skull (see below.) Click on Vivian with the gun to reach the audio archive, detailed playlist and listener comments for this week's My Castle of Quiet horrorcast™

what the Fuck! why so quiet?

"Baa baa ..." Whisper your questions and desires to Black Phillip, may he listen. But know that once you sign the book, you've committed and have chosen a side.

Many people today are obsessed with desire, but not with desire itself...rather, with damning it, condemning it. To want for earthly pleasures (not just sex, not by a mile) is shameful and to be quashed. Lust, indulgence of any kind, hedonism, all terribly BAD. Desexualization of everything is becoming the acceptable norm; be not a sexual being at all, be Switzerland ...you're a potato waiting for the proper sticks to be added. The hipster / politically correct wave riders forget, it would seem, that these are VERY CHRISTIAN VALUES, PURITANICAL, and therefore not "modern" at all. Desire makes the world go around—as does compassion, generosity of spirit, and a sense of community—but desire has become the odd man out in that equation. It's less fashionable to be The Devil than ever before; all manner of want is strictly verboten, uncool even, and if anything, that paradigm reminds me of the Heaven's Gate cult—CONTROL—draining the "sex" out of everything—albeit by way of a good, seemingly humanitarian intention.

Needless to say, I'm very proud to be a heterosexual male, neither a "sinner" nor a "saint," with my values and ideas very much consistent and very much forged in the latter part of the previous century. Remember, the hippies, cultists, and free thinkers of mine and my parents' generations did a lot of fucking and drug-taking, they answered the call of their hedonistic desires, and SOMEHOW they still fought for equality, Civil Rights, and against unjust wars and unchecked Capitalism. I'm not sure what neo-Liberals stand for, except shutting down and silencing every voice that is not in agreement with theirs, not seeing light and shade, or nuance—only a black and white world, where a hard cock and a juicy steak are both very much anathema. I am male, I am solid, my feet are on the ground, but I am also tender, compassionate, loving and sensitive. All those pieces fit. ....

Super-pleased to host the great Moros last night, who delivered a gruesome, punching horrorshow of a set, even better than I could have possibly imagined. Hard hard hard and soul-inspiring in all the right ways. Being on WFMU puts me at a great advantage, one I'm eternally grateful for, whereby I get to meet and host the bands and performers I like, and almost without exception find that they are excellent people as well. I could never have survived some of the harder years of my recent life without the sense of tribe and community that creating and hosting My Castle of Quiet and the Prison Tatt label have provided.

Super-quiet comment board last night, not sure wtf that was about... Maybe people were just too hypnotized by our opener, the driving noise-rock epic "Outside" by Dead C. Maybe I just suck and should play more pleasant pop tunes (we both know THAT isn't going to happen.) Other highlights included new Inculcator on Caligari | new Cherubs single (!) | new Moonknight | new Jason Crumer | Nurse 7" | classic Necrophagia | new Jucifer | Ataraxic Ataxia ...and, as they say, much, much more.

I'm off next week; good buddy Jonathan Herweg will be filling in, with his excellent, collage-like program of compelling experimental music etc., so do tune in and lend him an ear.

Back in two weeks, and thanks again to the guys in Moros! Click on Mercy and Black Phillip, from the contemporary classic The Witch, to reach the archive & playlist for this week's horrorcast™.

So pretty much in Hell and this is the right music.

At My Castle of Quiet, customized, personal hells are our specialty. It's not what we plan on necessarily; just what ends up happening most of the time.

Why take today the shower you could put off until tomorrow? Make an imaginary friend. Start drafting that opinion to remove "ish" forever from the English language.  Try to remember (without cheating) what the five Philip K. Dick books you haven't read are. It's not scary, the abyss awaits, and there's always room for one more on the dusty davenport.

Untraceable bruises and cuts. The floor is sticky, not sure why. With one eye turned away, who did I text last night? Hopefully a friend who won't shame me. ....

the "sin" is deceptively "sin-ple" (sorry) ... those dishes will eventually wash themselves, it's all a matter of focus. Look slightly to the left of what you're seeing, and squint ... the universe might suddenly open up before your eyes.

In our first set, we heard yet again from the great new Alkerdeel LP, as well as brand-new Inculcator on Caligari Records, Muert (from Spain, 2014) ... Always good to hear the splatter of Dead Peasant Insurance, and as we rounded into our last hour, new works from Pete Swanson / Greh Holger, the Anima reissue (1977) on Play Loud!, and Nurse With Wound's set of Sand remixes....

Up top, a high priest of sloth (there are many, after all) Charles Freck, as played by Rory Cochrane, from what I still find to be the most spot-on of PKD film adaptations, especially in that it captures what it feels like to read the novel (drugs, paranoia, our every move is being filmed, who am I and where do my loyalties lie? etc.) Click on the radical "de-bugging" depicted to stream the archived audio, view the playlist and read listener comments from last night's horrorcast™

NEXT WEEK: My Castle of Quiet returns to live music, with a set from the great Moros, from Phildelphia; join the Facebook "radio event"!

and blackout drapes

I rage against the elements. Summer Is Not My Friend. Everything that grates on my will is insult to injury. I shun the light, that which makes me feel like a hot dog under a heat lamp in a last-resort convenience store. You are welcome to bask in the sun's joyous bounty, many of you will. The way of the Lycanthrope is my way; I hunt at night.

A highlight of our first set was the track by Cryfemal, who just played NYC recently; Thanks to engineer Jean Paul, I got to meet Ebola off-mic two weeks ago; all his projects are excellent, and will be gracing the Castle airwaves in the weeks ahead.

From about 1-2 a.m., we had quite the rollicking punk set; too much gold there to mention...best just have a look.

Great tracks by Hive Mind and Schimpfluch-Gruppe made up much of our last hour; remember both are playing tomorrow night on a stacked bill for the first night of Ende Tymes VI—the fest is always a phenomenal weekend for noisehead locals; that link will tell you what you need to know.

Last hour ended gloriously, with a tape-side-long hypno-fest by Acre, and a selection from the excellent Ataraxic Ataxia CD on NO PART OF IT. ...

It would seem my brain momentarily mashed up ginkgo trees and gecko lizards, I knew what I meant. Especially this time of year, all "icky green things that live outside" are of the same stuff, kind of like the pink slime at McDonald's.

To stream this week's melted cone of a horrorcast™ (screen image from Deathgasm—a charming, metal-centric horror comedy from New Zealand) click up top for the streaming audio, playlist and listener comments.