tiistai 27. joulukuuta 2011

United Places and Whereabouts of Random Heritages From Around the World.

I salute you for everything you are, everything you try to stand for, and everything you think you are. I can't really describe how I feel about your country, with it's ideals that exist and are very alive in paper and bureaucratic sense of being, but still manage to be non-existent when it should result in something good, pure and honest. "It's called having a cake, and eating it too." as they claimed in South Park. That is of course the beauty of United States of America. You don't have to choose sides. You don't have to be intelligent. There's always enough people to fill all sides. To the rest of the world it seems, that even when you are right, you are right for wrong reasons. But that is not your fault. I totally understand that your educational system sucks as and it's still facing more and more cuts when economy gets rough on your country. Well of course, what is the first victim of any crisis that needs to get filled with money? Clever citizens. It's easy to keep your own people stupid, so that they would not question the upcoming cuts in their healthcare or fundamental human rights. As long as you let them carry guns and destroy their braincells, you have a somewhat functional society in your hands.

I do not hate America. I want to visit there, I believe it is indeed one of the most fascinating countries in the world, I believe it has a shitload of intelligent and beautiful people trying to survive their daily grind, just as anywhere, but you have to realize you live in a mental dictatorship. Its partially your governments fault, but more than anything, you are slaves to your beautiful American Dream. You are a nationwide pyramid scam in flesh. You are taught to believe that in America anyone can be anything. That is not true. It's the same kind of ideal, that is the basis of all pyramid scamming. If you follow the simple rules of the system, you will become a billionaire. There's no doubt about it. And if you fail, you just did not try and want it hard enough. It was YOUR FAULT. This is your common capitalist belief. It does not give you any leash, it does not leave any space to be more human towards each other, when everyone's either a self-made man or just deadweight. The power in all this is just in your head. As long as you believe in it, the spell is very vivid, it is the chain in your ankles. When you get to abandon it, you will be truly as free as you think you are.

If you open your eyes, you will see your own place and status as a historical being, eith a freedom to be a human being. Your government is willing to sacrifice you all to keep the fascades of success and free market up. You are the ones who came up with capitalism, so you don't want to admit it failed, just like communism did. But as long as it has an -ism in it, it's institutionalized. And every institution has it's foundations, that are conservative, non-adaptive. And the ability to adapt is the new black. The world stood still for quite a long time, but now, since the beginning of industrialization and neo-colonialist globalization, we can not sit still and believe that what was the absolute truth yesterday would be it today. Actually it might change before it turns to noon. There's always constant change. Capitalism is drawing in it's last breaths. And we need to abandon the burning ship, before it burns as all with it. One might of course claim that in this sort of metaphor we're the rats, but it's better to be a living rat than a dead piece of wood that'll soon catch the fire already licking it's dying friends clean from life.

America is the promised land of freedoms. Freedoms you have given away. Your governmental system is the politically correct reactional nest of bureaucracy, afraid of any change the future might bring. Your freedom of speech is limited by the fact that you are too afraid of insulting eachother, becouse the government has made every single insult ad hominem a hatecrime. That sort of situation must be excruciating. If there really was a freedom of speech, it would not be afraid of conflict. There would be a freedom to express your opinion on anything, even racist or obscure ones, without the fear of punishment. Because with freedom of speach comes the responsibility of self-criticism, listening, and evaluating. I'm not saying you should allow people to be racist and act like a fucktard. I'm saying there should be no fear of conflict, they should be faced with the maturity and concideration needed. Ok, we are having a conflict. Where do we go from here? Work it out somehow. There's always a reasonable way of settling things.

I don't wanna sound like a nagging little bitch. You have done many great things, but very few of them political or economical decisions. Most, if not all of them, have something to do the unique mix of cultures you have there. A german writing about his war against nazis, irish guys rapping, african men playing blues and country, all these very, very absurd combinations that have escalated in the form of arts could not have happened anywhere else. It's just beautiful to be simple. I don't want to see it burn in the hell your ideals have created, while painting heavens for your retinas to feast on.

torstai 22. joulukuuta 2011

Take A Guess.

World is all we can see when when we tak a peek through the keyhole.
Life is all we can imagine, and it all will eventually come to life.
If the world we see is the small detail of all the possible beings and forms we can imagine, that is. Did this confuse you? Let's dig deeper into this. Your perception of reality is not the objective truth of how things are, neither is mine, neither is any human aspect to this world. Our conscious mind is just watching it all through the keyhole, making notions and deductions of what might be on the other side of this door, that remains eternally shut, except for those few who can let go and lose their own mind in endless stream of experiences of presence. By this I mean, either do a shitload of drugs or lose their personality and consciousness, and become just a being that is completely connected with the world, but unable to reflect on any of it.

Because we are locked behind these little doors, into these little rooms we call skulls, we must converge our rooms with other rooms to make more vivid guesses of what actually is outside these rooms. And that is exactly what all mankind's knowledge is. Guessing. We can just guess. And build our perception of this reality on these more or less educated guesses, that are built on other people's guesses. The further down the path we go, more vague our ideas will get, more unstable will be the basis of this house we've built. We're all just playing this endless guessing game. What is the smallest particle of atom? What is the meaning of life? How many nuclear warheads would it take to erase all traces of mankind's existence? How many people must hit the bottom before they become collecively conscious of their shitty situation? How many brothers must Kain kill to get noticed around here? Will we ever get out of this mess the boys with all the money dumped upon us? All our philosophers, leaders, writers, musicians have participated in this guessing game. I have, and I will, too. I love this game more than pretty much anything. It requires the acknowledgement of yourself as an unfinished, historical being, as Freire declared. You'll do better if you're a free thinker, a humanist, but that is optional. In the end we all lose. But it's still a fun way to pass some time while being stuck in this life.

We are here to take a guess. All the big questions are being poured on our shoulders as our mothers kick us out of their wombs. The first thing you see is a guy in a uniform, and you'll see many during your lifetime. No one tells you this, and in my opinion it should be told with every new purchase of "Life"™, but you'll probably get something, a latex-gloved finger, a penis, a dildo, or some other random object shoved up your ass at least once in your life time. Depends on your gender, sexual behaviour and plain curiosity, too. It's the small print that no one reads. And when the time comes, you'll feel unaware and violated. It may be prostate exam, check for colon cancer, or something else, but you'll never trust guys in uniform again. Just something you should keep in mind, in case of future.

We have taken some good and bad guesses. Hitler took a pretty bad one. And not only because he was obviously "quite" wrong, but becouse it affected millions and millions of other lives, not just his. Confucious, Plato, Vonnegut, Calvino... there's an endless amount of good guessers. Most of them dead, of course. That usually is the main price for a good guess. And for a bad guess too. In fact it's the price of all guessing. And not guessing at all. See, you can as well educate yourself and guess as much as you want, for just laying down on the road drunk will kill you too. You can't run, so you can as well be humane, and treat other kids nicely, be helpful and kind instead of being such a waste of sperm all the time. Thank you. Peace out.

tiistai 20. joulukuuta 2011

On a path to recovery...

I am a product of my time. After school I used to go to the religiously nuanced daycare, which was pretty much what one could expect in a small town such as the one I grew up in. It was the definition of what Freire referred to as "banking". The teacher is the highest authority, pourin her information into our brain like we'd be her safety deposit, the hidden account for the rainy days to come. I did not believe in god, not even at age six. Still, it defined on how I see the world. They taught me to see the fatalist, determinist world, that had an beginning, and has an certain, already decided ending.

Christian religion of course refers to this as a big plan, which is usually enough to justify the white man's burden, the fact that weak and poor people do not suffer becouse of the colonialization of the whole fucking world, but simply becouse god wants them to. What kind of god would like to see over 90% of his children suffer till their inevitable but slow deaths? I mean not suffer like we here suffer, me and my first world problems of either combing or brushing my hair. I'm not even talking about starving and diseases, those cliches are too cheap shots. I'm talking about how we treat eachother, get hooked on drugs and start raisin' hell in our own communities. It's just shitting to the very bowl you're supposed to eat from. And not only you, but your whole family and friends too. Of course this is easier if you never had a family and all people just spit on you becouse they believe their god wants you to be less fortunate...

This fatalist attitude prevents all kind of change, becouse it is all "part of the plan". We live in a world of chaos, endless amount of possibilities to choose from and to turn down every second. I believe this world is unfinished, in complete, in constant motion. Still when I think of the lineage of my own life, I tend to strive for determinist path. I have just realised that I fear determinism. I love my freedom, I love this freedom to choose everything, but in that freedom, I carry the fear of losing it too. What if this freedom is just delusion, and my life is already set? What if I do all these things with such a hurry becouse I'm destined to die young? If that is unconsciously driving me forward to live a lifetime faster? I mean, the way I got out of my teenage nihilism at the age of seventeen, which usually seems to be the highest peak with such behavior (well, actually it usually goes well over the twenties, near thirties before people start waking up from their daydreams of endless wrath and realize they are going to die bitter and hated by their fellow mortals.)

Still how I act in this world lies on the basis of freedom. What I do and how I do is completely based on the ideal of being free to choose, and not wanting to regret all the shit I did not wright. My mind has just been damaged and traumatized in such an early age it will probably take a long time to completely heal, wash all the determinist stains away. I'm self-reflecting in public. I know, it's like masturbating in women's clothing, but I don't think I care that much. I never have, becouse if I did, I never would have done a single one of the things I've done since the age of 16. So I know i'm on a right path, and that many people are not this lucky. Cheers to humanity.

sunnuntai 18. joulukuuta 2011

How did lifeless universe spawn conseptual thinking?

Man is the only known animal capable of conceptual thinking. The only known animal with a self-reflecting, adaptive consciousness, which is able to make ethical decisions and to reflect the outcome of their own actions. This is an ability that has taken billions of years of evolution from some lifeless stardust into these somewhat fucntional brains that do some awesome shit in their free time, and trace their own tracks back to the very beginning, when they're not masturbating or inventing new sort of explosive devices, that is.

I've encountered people who think it is a complete mystery of how life that is able to reflect itself could be born out of nothing but rocks and dust. But philosophically thinking it is eventually inevitable. All known life is somewhat carbon-based, it forms most of our can-be-seen-universe anyway. So the essential building bricks of this consciousness we have, have been here as long as there has been matter. Now if I give you the building sets of model airplane, tank and a car, and you start building Optimus Prime, eventually you get bored with all the options, and build them as a airplane, a tank and a car. They are one possible solutions of using all these bricks. The difference is that you are a conscious being, the universe is random winds and interactions and an endless amount of possibilities in an endless timeline. Eventually it will create everything there is to create. By accident.

How consciousness itself came to be and what it is, is a fascinating mystery to us all. All I can tell you is what I suspect it might be, a theory of what may have happened. Most of this all is just philosophical foreplay anyway, just to get you thinking and to react on this somehow. In your brain or in a form of comment below. Italo Calvino wrote in his book Palomar, that the light of the sun invented the eye, so that none of these things there is to see would not go unseen. And since there was light, which helped the first living organisms survive (more plancton on the bright, warm spots, etc), they became sensitive to the light. Slowly they developed eyes, better sensors for receiving light. Evolution of beings made eyes more sensitive, and these senses started building brain mass, for there was more and more information to evaluate and to leave out. Brains started forming new kinds of nervecell connections and slowly they needed more and more connections to handle all the information the highly developed sensors gathered to the center of all this high voltage action.

Paulo Freire, in his book Pedagogy of Freedom, made the claims that the more human beings learned to walk erect, which freed their hands to be used as tools for their brain, the more their life support system became about interacting. It slowly became conceptual form of being, existence. The invention of existence necessarily involves the emergence of language, culture and communication with one another. These became through spiritualization of mankind. We started wondering things, worshipping things and giving them new sort of meanings. Without spiritualization of our ancestors, there would be no conceptual thinking. There would be no highly developed consciousness without "religion". Still this does not mean we should hold on to any religion. They we're there to help us develop something new. Of course religions also have the cultural, social value, that should not be denied by any intelligent being, but now we stand highest peak of our known development, and most religions and their fundamental ideals have started slowing our development down. This has of course gone on for centuries, but now it has burst out as new kinds of inhumane wars and violations of of human rights.

I've written before about christianity, so look that up so that I don't need to repeat myself. Here's a short version of it anyway: My idea is that Jesus was a humanist, loving and caring anarchist, who was profoundly mistaken by stupid people. He was a jew, not a christian, certainly not claiming to be THE ONLY SON OF GOD, and whole christianity is just Roman cult, with idolization of a single person and all that jazz, blown out of proportion. It was lucky to become Rome's state religion through Constantine the Greats spiritual awakening, for it helped it become the European main religion at the becoming of the Dark Ages. Through the crusades it became wide spread, and the medieval philosophy forced everything that had happened before into the christian context. So it's a result of random accidents and their long term consequences, that we are Christian instead of muslim or just plain pagan voodoo.

Of course without religion our thinking would be way more boring. It would not be questioned by ethical codes, if we would just lean onto the cold, hard evident-based thinking of science. I think philosophy alwyas includes a great deal of humor, a great deal of playful attitude towards knowledge and our excistence. It can not be just arguments and proving other people wrong. That's what internet's for, and I've grown so sick of it already. If you want to have warm hearted conversations about all this, I'm your guy. There's enough testifying and preaching in the world. It does not help to solve any mysteries, for it's usually one-sided argumentation, compering your mental dicks.

perjantai 16. joulukuuta 2011

Indonesian Punks, Victims of Persecution!

Indonesian police arrested over sixty punks at a charity concert for the orphans, cut their hair and put them on some sort of moral rehabilitation camp. This of course includes praying and not-expressing yourself. One might easily make this a debate between the modern times and ancient religions that still bind us down, but I don't believe this has that much to do with religion. It is just the scapegoat used in order to get rid of something the police do not understand and can not regulate. I asked Ade from Noxa about this and his opinion was that police might not even know what punk is, and what it stands for, but the punks seem too rough to let them walk around without a ball and chain attached to their ankles. Certainly it is clear that this sort of act is a violation of human rights, and no one should suffer this kind of emotional rape of identity just for their looks.

I signed the petition below, and I hope some of you would sign it too, for it is a display of true power us lone individuals can still have in this world of bullshit facades and corporate interests. When we must go down, we must go down with as much racket and noise as possible, not to let it go unseen and unheard. When the police of Bandah Aceh get the world's punks solid discontent towards their actions, the social pressure to admit acting against these individuals human rights will grow. Hopefully that would be enough to do the trick, but on the other hand I've seen enough of this world to know that might not be the case.

In times like these, there'll be atheists and christians pointing and blaming everything solely on the islam and it's laws and traditions, but we could easily find morons in every religion, especially among the non-believers. If I am wrong, enlighten me, but I believe this was just an attack towards youth culture, and their unity, becouse there's an on-going war between the old and the young, always is and always has been. It's the natural course of things, but it should never escalate in such brutal way, but in discussions where both sides can freely express their opinions and all voices should be heard. Both "old" and "young" would probably find something in common, and have something new to think about. I have always respected my elders, for they have always seen more of this world than I have. But if they'd go as far as cutting my hair and trying to limit my freedom to be who I am, it would most definately be the deal breaker.

Sign the Petition!

perjantai 2. joulukuuta 2011

Cut To Fit - Havoc Supreme

I'm bored. And when I'm bored, I either start writing or thinking, never the two at the same time. It would be a disaster to think while writing, I would probably end up with solid plans for world peace or the best song ever made, but luckily enough these will never happen, becouse I in all my divine self-righteous bullshit glory have decided to keep these two interesting but creative hobbies separate. So all you'll have is some mindless blabbering about something stupid, or a free flow of thoug.... "things" after a documentary seen or an action taken.

So now, the next Cut To Fit "album" is recorded. It was supposed to be our first FULL LENGTH with 18 minutes of material, but we played too fast and it ended up being just 16.39 minutes long. So according to my standards it does not count as a fucking full length. There's a magical line drawn between 17 minutes 59 seconds and 18 minutes 00 seconds which decides whether the recording is a full length or an EP. I know in grindcore shorter burst are best, and we do have 16 songs on this record, but it kinda pisses me off. On the other hand, it's a nice anecdote to share with your grandchildren while telling stories of your awesome, adventurous youth. My kids may grow with a whole new world history, but my grandkids will be seriously mentally fucked up.

Something about the recording. It will be called Havoc Supreme, not becouse it sounds epic, but becouse long before this band (two, three years? It's a long time when you're 16.) me and Vili used to play in a band called Havoc Supreme, Ena came along too but Vili left to form six other great bands. We played in this band with our dear friends Ohtonen, who's the Finnish champ of Muay Thai now, and Harri, who actually was the only bass player Cut To Fit has ever had (for like four or five rehearsals maybe?). Later on we find out that Tomppa, who recorded our first demo and most our stuff anyway (including this record), played in the band Great Rage/Hate Project, and Vili stole the name Havoc Supreme from their demo. So it's a display of how fucking small the world really is, and of course it sounds great too. Altough it sounds a lot like all-meat pizza name.

Recording was pretty fast. I drove us home from the Seinäjoki gig we had, none of us slept over five hours I think, I suck at driving and it was raining like hell. We we're all exhausted and completely annihilated, but we had promised Tomppa we at least go set the gear up. We started recording something, and finally ended up recording all the drums. It was around 1.40 a.m. when I got to sleep, alarm clock set to 6.30 sharp. I had an eight hour school day, Ena and Tomppa went to record guitars earlier and we're finishing up when I came in. In just a couple of hours we had finished recording and started mixing, but our ears we're filled with all that noise, and the guitars sound a bit lame. Tomppa mixed it again on wednesday, and now it is just perfect. Violent motherfucker!

Lyrically it's about mental suppression. Most of the songs deal with identity and how it can be altered and mutilated, how we absorb our oppressors and embrace their views and opinions as our own. How we become our oppressors we call "leaders". Difference is, that leaders should have at least a slight idea of the direction we should follow, but these morons just simply do not. They have short term goals and plans, they have no idea of how to keep us all alive tomorrow. It has an embarring amount of words that rhyme with "lie", it could easily be a rap record if you stripped it down to just vocals and beats. It makes my obsession with fire even more clear. It's also about this technocratic world getting strangled by it's own wires, machines putting human beings out of work, meking their work humiliating and meaningless. Instead of doing shit, they are watching the robot do their shit. This takes the physical and mental aspects out of the very essence of work, leaving us fat and mentally wrecked limp dicks who do the only thing we can: consume. It is an Ode to the modern day Consumer-Gatherer, the new ape with two hands with ten fingers to grab all he can eat and devour!

Here's a sample in form of Silvottu Totuus (Mutilated Truth)

sunnuntai 20. marraskuuta 2011


I don't know why, but i've always felt somehow connected to Brazil. I can't possibly know why, I don't acutally like football that much, I'm not religious, I'm VERY introvert to certain extent, but still controversial enough to crash into a conversation with a complete stranger every now and then. Still, one of my brazilian friends told me that I'd fit in perfectly, that Finland is most certainly not the right place for me to live my life. I'd really like to steal or just work for enough money to at least visit Brazil, if not stay there longer. After reading some of the Paulo Freire's Pedagogia do Oprimido I feel this urge growing stronger and stronger. I think it even helps me understand why I've always felt this strange connection with this land and culture completely different from mine.

We live in the age of wikipedia, so you can google Freire and read everything about him. His interests we're pretty damn close to mine, existentialism and phenomenology, the evolution of mankind as a whole. He fought againts poverty and it's evil minions, illetaracy and social inequality. He taught poor and oppressed to read and write, giving them powerful tools against the rich elite, who ruled them without anyone questioning their authority. Freire's unorthodox pedagogy brought change and rebellion. It gave people at least some hope. But from what I've heard, the Brazil today is not much better. It's corrupt and rotten, mostly run by the interests of foreign multinational corporations. We wrote a song Escravizador, becouse I think that is just complete bullshit. This is why people have developed new leves of escapism. Football has become a religion, becouse it's easier than politics. You can't change the world, you can just adapt to it. Bow down your head and be quiet. Of course conforming to the role of the oppressed is simple. It has always been. It is made easy to keep your mouth shut, becouse if you open it, you are quickly ridiculed by the opposing side. Shame is a heavy chain. You wear it until it wears you off.

To be different in spite of being laughed and pointed at is much, much harder. You need to grow a pair and stop giving a fuck. It may sound easy or just stupid, but it's not as simple as it sounds. You need to have faith in yourself. You need to know what you stand for, and to stand by it. I have dedicated my life for this. I want people to start questioning thier own motives and surroundings, and if they notice something wrong in it, change it. It may be hard to admit that sometimes you are wrong. I know, I'm wrong quite often. After I analyze the situation, I absorb all the knowledge from whoever it was who proved me wrong. It is an important process of learning. I believe we all have a possibility to change the world, simply by changing ourselves. There's always at least one boy or girl who thinks "wow, that dude is so cool now, being fucking kind to everyone in times like these! I wanna be that guy" and the good shit will pass on. May sound hippie and idealistic, but it really is not. Just stop needless sarcasm and don't shit on every hand that is reached out towards you in need of help. Then just lay back and let the good times roll, and before you know, we'll be in a Brazilian beach party, singing to John Lennon's Imagine, smoking weed and having a huge global orgy!

keskiviikko 26. lokakuuta 2011

Some new shit.

More disturbing news about Wall Street protests being dissolved by police. Still, we're talking about America, which always adds at least three more additional sides to any story. Tear gas is some pretty heavy shit, though. My dad told me once that he does not even get angry before someone takes out tear gas and starts squirting it all around, he said that it is the deal breaker for him. That is when the actual hitting and hurting begins. Of course he was not an anarchohippie fighting cops, he was a regular working class drunken man fighting his neighbourghs and cops. I believe it's more than possible that this demonstration started off peacefully, but then some fundamental freedom fighter's started fucking shit up with a big hand and it all ended up as a riot. But still all these riots are more than justified in my eyes. Read some older posts, if you have not.

We made some new songs. The first one is called Religious Leash, and it's pretty much what I summed up earlier about religious cults using sex as a scapegoat for all the guilt and regret they get to forge into innocent human minds. It keeps people in it's leash, it gives you space or tightens it's grip when needed. But you'll never again look at your own sexuality the same way, with proud of who you are. You are god's flesh. God's bone. God's blood. Not your own. Stop ruining his body with your own deviations.

The second one is in Finnish, it's called Noidankehä (Vicious Circle). It's about recession, and who it's no use to climb off of this pit, although our political leaders keep telling us we need to get up. Is it really fucking worth it? Every time we trust them and give our well-earned money in their hands, they fuck things up, shove that money up someone elses ass and stretch out their hand for some more money. This has gone on and on since the first world war, and it will never end. They just fuck up everyother generation, and then the traumas erase the memory of the next one, that will breed another fucked up generation. If we take the five minutes to look back, to the depths of our history, it's quite easy to see that this is just so fucking obvious and ridiculous. In a way this is a part II for our old song Palavaa Paskaa, where I wrote that it's easy to herd the flock of scared sheep, and this one goes out ranting that nothing will ever change, no one will wake up, the sheep are still waiting for the slaughtertruck to come.

The third song is No Time To Adapt. It's about the pace getting faster and faster, and human beings getting outdated to their own world even before we're even born. The things you're taught in school are not valid twenty years later. Now this is a good thing, of course, the science evolving itself and finding more accurate answers. The problem is not the information that changes, but the role of how we handle that information. Technology has become a grucial part of our everyday lives, we can do nothing without machines, or we can't handle any information without some sort of applications, and they're really all about someone else getting some money out of it. We are Google's content providers. We are the product it sells. We need to acknowledge the fact, that no one makes these cool new forms of social media becouse they want to help US. They always have their own hairy balls on the table. Hit a nail through them, and make them stand by their promises. Not all development is progression. And growth is not a synonym for evolution.

Decisions. This song is about semantics and corruption. Just becouse we do not call it corruption, becouse there is not always money involved, does not make this system any less corrupt. Just becouse we call this police state democracy does not actually make it democracy. What we have is not freedom. It has absolutely nothing to do with freedom. It's a bureaucratic cage of paper and backroom deals. So stop calling it something it is not. It is representative bureacracy at best, Panopticon at worst. I don't believe violence would be the answer, but I know it is sometimes very tempting thought. Change of attitude might be too big of a change to pull through in this country, where everyone just whines about their lives and how no one will do anything, without realizing that the only one able to change things are themselves. If you won't no one else will. I'll put the lyrics here, and some of these songs to reverbnation at:


Mutilating your mind
Through destruction of your self
I have grown so sick
Of someone else setting up the values
I'm on a constant war
With stupidity in organized religions

Sexual abuse, disolving the self
The threat of violence, continuos tension
Humiliation, unseen dismemberment of human mind

Religion is an opiate
We are the replacement therapy


Puku päällä huorat meiltä maan alta myy
Euroopan Unelmille aina rahaa löytyy
Parlamentti sirkuksena on ja pysyy
Vasen käsi harhauttaa ja oikea varastaa

Mikään ei muut
Kukaan ei herää
Yhä lampaat jonottaa
Teurasauton perään

Aikansa renki kerää hampaitaan kadulta
Väkivalta yltyy eikä ketään enää kaduta
Lama tuli takaisin, se on ja pysyy
Seuraavakin sukupolvi sopivasti pilalla.


Spending your time
In search of your own place
Educating yourself
To fit the world in constant change

How did it come to this?
We're getting old before we're even born
Technocratic society
Worshipping the god of economic growth


Corruption runs
All parts of our society
This is not freedom
And it sure as fuck is not democracy

Sticking feathers up your ass does not make you a fucking chicken
Shoving restrictions down slaves throat does not set him free

To root this evil..
We must make some decisions.

tiistai 18. lokakuuta 2011

About slavery and dualism.

I just finished reading Chuck Palahniuk's Survivor. I'll cut the bullshit and get straight to the point. It offered some interesting views about various peculiar things. One of them was it's view on slavery. The former victims of religious community went through their own experiences, and the older brother explained it all. In the past slaves were marked by mutilating their bodyparts, penises, vaginas, circumcision of both genders, etc. The owner of the slave, either religious group or certain individual, took away a part of the slave. This is mine. I own you now. You are mine. This is practically done by every religion today, in some form. One of the ways of this sort of humiliation is destroying some other part of the slave. As in modern form: Sex.

Most religious groups mutilate your mind through displaying sex as a sin, as a blasphemous act performed by whores, pagans and and satan worshippers. It is not a natural part of good, fully functional religious well-being. If you have to do it, you need to be in the concealed safety of your own dark bedroom, and if you enjoy it for a slight moment, even for a half of a second, IT'S OFF TO HELL WITH THEE AND THY HARLOT OF BABYLON! You should have sex only to produce more sex-hating, resentful and mindless slaves. That is your purpose, to breed and to spread the word of God. Of course you can insert any religion, besides the ones that actually cherish sexual interaction between two different individuals. There are not too many of them, though. In the concentrati.. I'm sorry, CONFIRMATION camp the youth leaders (aged seventy-something) tried to make us interested in the Bible by offering the few "sex-guide" parts in the song of Songs. She was giggling as she read through something that seemed like a bad "romance novel" from the eighties, and we all we're thinking pretty much something like "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

The amount of sex in the bible is as minimum as can possibly be. It's writer's still seemed to have huge hard-ons while writing all the wars and the slaughtering of people in masses. Of course that comes to mankind quite naturally. Loving and caring is something one needs to practice. In his book The Cloven Viscount Italian writer and journalist Italo Calvino had a certain character, a blacksmith who made all kinds of instruments of torture for the mad viscount to use as he wished, and he was constantly struggling with his own devotion for building such machines. They were beautiful to look at, but their intentions were as horrid as can be. Later on, he's asked to build a mill that would help the poor and feed the starving, and even though he would be happier to build this machine, it just becomes too much of a trouble. So the good deeds go undone, becouse it would demand some extra effort, and we build the bad machines although we know we shouldn't.

I don't want to sound nihilistic. I'm not saing human beings would be good or bad. We're beyond all that shit. We're just too lazy to decide whether to be good or bad. It would take some commitment, to act in a certain way, and we don't have the energy to do that. We don't want to. And that's what makes as worse than being bad. It makes us lame slackers. whatever-dudes. And that's a fate worse than being a slave, being free but doing absolutely nothing with our freedom.

maanantai 10. lokakuuta 2011

Alcohol, underdogs and difference.

I am a product of the Finnish recession in the 90's. It has burnt it's mark on me for life, for it instantly separated me from the people that had a fully functional, unbroken family. It made me an underdog, always measuring people, guessing where they're and what they've gone through. Usually I realize after short conversation, that I could not have been more wrong about my counterpart. People here in Finland have the inbuilt guilt and shame factory installed from the day we are given birth. It is something most foreigners do not understand, and why should they? Actually there's nothing special in Finnish people. Nothing more to it. There's nothing more to us, than there is to any other folks anywhere in the world, but we are still able to get depressed even for that. At least it spelled "nothing special about us", we think. Everyone else would have all the same reasons to get depressed, but most people stop whining about their conditions and do something. But not us. We are born head down, our history is just gloomy days of oppression in darkness. This is becouse we we're just a bean bag for so long, the volleyball between Sweden and Russia. I don't see this past as a burden, but many people do. We're all underdogs. We've always been. And we are poor winners and sore losers. We've been losing so long, the first time we win we need to shove it up everyone's face, beat some people up and embarrass ourselves.

Finnish people think we're dark and depressed in some special, super deep way no one else can never understand. I think it is just the incapability of facing reality as it is, and we're so easily drowned in our booze accelerated self-pity. Alcohol is not medicine. Our habits of abusing it have always seemed repulsive to me, I can have fun with drunk people, but when someone walks over the thin line of addiction, I can't help feeling pity, empathy, and some hidden inner hate for their weakness. It is a substance that should be illegal, in here it's way more lethal than smoking, which has been banned nearly anywhere. You can't smoke in school area even if you're an adult. It is ridiculous. Especially when the only ones breaking these rules are the minors who they are trying to protect with it. All the adults have no problem in walking the twenty meters out of the yard and having their smokes in public secrecy. But I've wandered off quite a long way, again.

What was first my point, was that everyone of us carry their past with them, and you really can't tell what the people have gone through until you find out. You can always judge books by their cover, but that does not change what's written on the pages. New people have always something new to offer, some trae of thought you could not have figured out by yourself. And that is the beauty of life, human beings, and not being a judgemental dick face all the time. If you give folks a chance, they'll give you a chance. Self-pity and self-loathing and booze are a surprisingly short road. I've seen dozens of people walk down that green mile, some have realized they can't go on like that, some have died, some ended up committing suicide, but many have also "healed". I'm happy to say I've seen more and more people quitting drinking alcohol. Everyone has the freedom to do whatever they want, but I'm still happy to see so many sober faces around. It does not hurt you to be clean every now and then..

sunnuntai 9. lokakuuta 2011

I'm ranting again.

We need a some sort of profane spiritual revolution. Not a religious sort of awakening, that would just fuck things way beyond our comprehension, but the slight change of tone in our global voice. We keep saying that we are too small, just tiny parts of system that is too heavy and slow to stop. Let's accept this. Recycling your shit won't take you very far, if the garbage guy throws everything into the same disposer machine, that does not tell the difference between plastic and cardboard. We can't stop capitalism from fucking our lives up, so we must change our attitude. I've been reading some excessive Kurt Vonnegut stuff lately, Yailbird and Hocus Pocus which are both mainly fictional stories about capitalism, but they we're written by a man who lived through two different eras to see how the practical world, that was easy going, not the best place to exist, but simple and small got torn apart by war and all the endless floods of bureacracy that followed.

He saw the change, how companies took over, and how the world got way more complicated, but even more smaller. We're global now. What does that mean? It means we're all attached to eachother with links we could not imagine just a few decades ago. All wars have become stealth wars. The ones that kill people, but the wars of the ideals too. We have Television, that telepathically inserts someone elses visions to our minds. Of course books have done this for centuries, especially a certain piece of religious/historical literature, that has been tempered and manipulated in every turn of our history, to fit the ideals of the one who preaches it. Awful lot of violence, not a lot of sex. Just saying. But television makes it even easier to hide commercials, and almost every single program today has some sort of advertisement in it. They are funded by someone, and that will inevitably forge the values and morals seen on that show. I have not lived without television, but it was still quite new when I came around. It was innocent and not all that evil and manipulative as it seems to be today.

Every single second tries to sell you something, and we are so used to it we presume that everyones selling us something. Vonnegut told in interviews, that this had been a problem for him, from time to time as people always thought his books we're selling them something. I'm not selling you anything. I know my music is crap, that no one really wants to listen to, so I don't expect this to raise my sales over the top. I do this becouse I want to THINK. I need this, I need these thoughts that go through my fucked up little head, I need to share them so that if someone out there might be thinking something alike, He or She would give a shout out of some sort, and we could put our heads together and come up with something intelligent. And if someone happens to read these after I'm long gone (if they still have the internet) he would not have to start over and end up where I got, but he could use some of this blabbering, and get even further away from my point. We'd have the possibility to evolve.

And this is where we need the change. Stop partying, becouse your world's on fire and it needs you for a couple of years, then you can go on drinking beer and having "awesome" time with your big tit bitches and hoes. Think for a second, refuse to be what everyone else expects you to be. Think about your self in the retrospective of your species, what kind of legacy will you leave for mankind? That you partied through your life and soaked your brains in liqour for twenty-thirtysomething years? It's not that hard to think what you'd want to be, and how you'd want to spend your one life here at planet earth, that's on fire and needs some water to smother the flames. How cool would it be to grow old and claim that you are a somewhat intelligent person, who can tell everyone to fuck off, becouse you've done everything, and you've done it million times better and still no one wants to hear your advice?

We live exciting times, the world is indeed falling apart and we have the chance to witness it around the world. People have had enough of their corrupt leaders who sell their citizen short for huge piles of money only they can see, people have had enough of madness and insatiable greed. The milk has been spilled and we're on our way to grocery store to buy another brand, so that we can see that the grocery store's been replaced by a Wall-Mart of your local kind and we can gather an angry mob and burn it down. We are free if we want to be. They say we have freedom and democracy, so let's make them realize, what those words actually mean. Let's shove the definitions of FREEDOM and DEMOCRACY right down their throats, by a non-violent, but non-pacifist revolution. Let's show them that we are able and willing to think for ourselves and to make our own decisions.

lauantai 1. lokakuuta 2011

Life and Justifications for It's Destruction.

I am not a pessimist. I love the world and every single living piece of carbon that happens to inhabitat this drowning rock we live on. I love life in it's all unique improbability. That is why I hate us. We are too proud over something we did next to nothing to achieve, and we have justified all our actions by some circular arguments made by ourselves to justify our actions. Religious people defend their faith by claiming that evolution is just a theory, which is exactly what it is, just like religion represented in the bible is another theory. Neither one of them has been proven to be one hundred per cent certain, becouse no one can be that certain. The theory of evolution just happens to be more thoroughly thought and put out, so that is the one we consider more accurate. Of course, if you can show me the exact type of bush plant, that during incineration can be used as a portal to have conversations with god (marijuana does not count, you dirty hippies!), and can display that all said in bible is exactly true, it will become the new black.

Of course I understand, maybe better than most christians especially overseas, that bible is full of imagery and translation mistakes, it really was translated by the Google translator of it's times; priests. Most of it's offerings are symbolic and painted with a bit broader brush to make things more epic, but most christians don't seem to understand this. Of course there are also many of you that do. I have nothing against you, I'm in war with stupidity, not religion itself.

As a kid, and now as somewhat adult, I've always loved nature. Not like city folks like some twisted and strange idea of nature, that there'd be woods full of howling wolves and gothic aesthetics, but the nature itself. To watch the sun rise and make all the shadows of the tiniest weeds grow long, until it gets high enough to make them diminish, to watch the bees harras the flowers or see some little insects crawl in the dirt. I used to collect dead dragonflies, and study them with a microscope my aunt gave me. I really enjoyed all that shit. Later on I came to realize, that as we are just tiny particles of this nature, we've grown cocky and do absolutely nothing to repair anything we've damaged. It does not make me want to recycle and go green. It does make me want to change the world in more profound way: Let's get rid of capitalism and consumerism, and different values will follow. As long as we define ourselves thorugh what we own or in how many ways we're better than the rest of the world, we'll do no good.

The reason I picked up the eternal fight between science and religion is that most of the world is still as religious as can be. Many religions make way for mutual understanding, but they are mainly asian cultures, which does not help us here in western countries. In the bible it's said that we are the keepers of this world. In the very beginning. And if it is in mentioned in the beginning of the bible, it really makes you think it is one of it's main points. So we have written a book, that says we can do to this earth whatever the fuck we want, and our only solid evidence is the book? The book that is written by the hands of human beings? Eventhough there would be some points that we're written under the influence of divine inspiration, I still believe this would be the last mistake an omnipotent god would make. To put us in charge. If he'd be omnipotent and everywhere, he'd know that man is full of shit. I'm not omnipotent and even I know that. So why sould he make such decisions? But it does not matter, thinking is not the very sharpest pen in christianity's colourful Spongebob pencil case, and maybe they are just the image of their god. Actually god does exist. We have given it all the power it has, we have made it alive being, whose fingerprints can be seen in all great wars throughout our history. There's always at least one participant that's fighting by the grace of god in every war. So he does exist.

We are still baffled by the idea of how we got here, but I think it's probably the easiest possible answer. We're made of atoms, the basic model having the center, and then the electroids circling around it. Our solar system is exaclty alike. I think it's just a part of something bigger, and it goes on and on and on, possibly to bigger beings and bigger conscioussnesses, and none of these beings will ever be able to understand the system they belong to. It is just an endless dead space full of life we try to destroy, but hopefully fail. We have failed at everything, so I hope in this case we'll repeat our history.

keskiviikko 28. syyskuuta 2011

The Wall Street Protest

People are demonstrating at the Wall Street, and the media remains almost completely silent. This is a strong display of how things are done in this world right now, today. The rich rule becouse they own the fucking media, they have it on their leash, so it does not matter how much you protest. You will go unheard. This is capitalism in practise. One-sided, narrow view, that is not altered, becouse the media is a whore who'll get in bed with anyone who has enough cash. And if the poor people are demonstrating, then obviously they are not the ones with the green.

The ones in charge (and I'm not talking about the government, becouse "we live in the world of capitalism", as a german hotel keeper once told me in gnarly, whiskey burnt tone in his voice. He was a great guy, always hanging in the lounge and smoking, which seemed extremely rebellious and COOL, becouse here in Finland smoking is strictly prohibited in public places such as hotels.) are not willing to hear the weak voices of national consciousness, they are too busy selling their kids and kidneys and grandma's jewellery and whatever to keep their own social status above the "rest of us". And we all know, that anyone, if given any money, will instantly join that group and spit on his former allies. There's no such thing as solidarity. It has gone down the drain with humanism and caring. You can give bum money and watch him beat his friend's ass off. We can clone endangered, or soon probably even extinct species, just to get to blast their bodies full of holes.

Well, I believe there's still some idealistic people, that would not turn into complete monsters, and would care and love their neighbourghs even if they were given some money to make the helping easier. But what do we do to these people? We label them "commies" or naive and childish hippies, with no idea of what the real world's like. Cynicism is the last thing we need right now. We claim to use words and sarcasm as our weapons, but we lack the skill to aim and pull the trigger. We use them to weaken each other, instead of thinking about the big picture, how we should be socially more secure and conscious about our cause and our actions. We need to rise up where there's oppression, make an mental revolution in our own heads, non-violent change of heart. We need to fix our attitude, become aware of our own situation, and rise against vain authority the capitalism holds over us. I'm not saying bash as many police cars as you possibly can. I'm telling you to become more human being, think about your actions, and act the way you think. If you just happen to be a greedy capitalist motherfucker in suit by nature, you should try something refreshing and new, like setting yourself on fire. Thank you.

perjantai 23. syyskuuta 2011

White Noise.

Talk is cheap and your knees too weak
to walk the walk after talking the talk
and it's all white chalks in the right hand side..
But having the tools by themselves
in shelves does not really educate you.
A stubborn mule that you are.
Hate by itself does not take you very far
it's a consuming essence of the presence
You've chosen to preserve in order to get what you deserve.
You've chosen hate to protect you
But all it does is project your immature attitude
towards difference and all that's new.
So you'd better make a change.
Read a book, for fuck's sake. Go some place new
do something good, read the news, don't beat the goose
when the swan is loose.
Have a truce with your insides
don't wander off to minefield blindly
only counting on your insight
if there's maps of the site where's all the bomb already marked.
Your talk's white noise, white pride, good night.
Frustrating stupidity and willing faith on self-approved supremacy.
SO you really think that's your legacy?
To preserve some inheritage in lineage of genetically pure and superior?
Doesn't it bother you to know, that somewhere along the road
there has been a phase when we almost died as human race,
and with only few hundred saved, we were revived and found our place?
And their genes are up to date the only ones that variate in every single one of us, we're all related to each one.
It's called the bottleneck phenomenon, and it waters out the very floor that all your belief are based on.

tiistai 20. syyskuuta 2011


Christianity. Reasoned insanity to the extent of infinity. No matter what the sinners need 'cos that's not what the churches preach. We're all sinners, you and me, and that's exactly what they want to see, while they stick their cocks into child in me. Rape my imagination. Fill my mind with shit, this is your conjuration, hate and salvation entwined. Now come up with another line, cos "'this my body, this my wine" is quite worn out and so untrue. Or is it what you mean to say, that cannibalism is ok? That we can consume human meat and we'd still be better than the muslim fleet that leaves even pork fairly untouched, and don't murder and rape and such... while we watch TV and wrestle in mud. Your religion's just an relic of Roman tradition, the transition between the idol cult and new form of social construct and our common code of conduct. Like a broken car along the road, it got you this far but it's good to go. And there's some thing you should think through. Like the fact your saviour was a jew. Even he did not have faith in you. He was born and buried as jew. And they sail through life with half a book, which is like navigating through the Asia with a map that ends in Malesia.

Nation on drugs.

I'm currently watching a Louis Theroux documentary on America's Medicated Kids on youtube.(Fuck how I love youtube by the way, but it has already been overtly limited by the Entertainment industry) I'm lucky to live in a country bound by guilt and shame, becouse it propably saved my early years from medication. At the age of six I had some suicidal thoughts, and I spoke to some adults about them. It helped. I was lucky, to live in a country, where no one wants to be labeled as a bad parent whose kids need medication, so it was kept a secret and I learned not to speak, but instead express my emotions through other kind of activities. Unfortunately this included bullying other kids (mostly bigger than me, becouse I was one of the smallest boys in my class), but eventually I found some more creative and less harmful ways of self-expression.

I hate to see documentaries of Americans on drugs. It is disturbing to see a "happy" mother laugh about all the family members being on medication, every single one chewing on pills that make you smile. And even the psychiatrists, who should be able to TELL THE DIFFERENCE of natural characteristics of childhood from the actual mental disease start diagnosing KIDS by narrowing down the illnesses by feeding them drugs and seeing which one of them works, and then saying "Oh yeah, he's bi-polar, let's see if he still has Attention Deficit Disorder". But still I rather see the documentary and get angry and write a rant, than let it pass by without raising my voice and being against it. Becouse every time you keep your mouth shut, you justify what you do not oppose. And kids on medication that heavy is far from being ok.

Children need to find ways of expressing themselves. They need to be able to talk if they wanted, but they also need to have another tools at hand. Crayons and paper, something to launch their creative process. This is where sports does not work. It helps you get rid of extra energy, but sports is merely focused on learning rules and structure, not a creative process. We get to compete everywhere after we leave school, every modern society is based on individuals competing who's going to be the next successful CEO or new innovator in the business world. Your kids have time for competition as soon as this hasty society kicks 'em out of the elementary school, so let the kids be kids and play. They need to play imaginary games to delevop their creative side, social skills and to develop a fuller picture of how human mind works. When I was young, we played until ninth grade, when we suddenly thought we had became adults, most of us smoking and drinking, no one remembering that not even a year ago they we're playing wizards in the woods, running around waving wooden sticks and shouting nonsense at eachother.

Of course I do not have kids of my own, so I can't tell if the paranoia and schizophrenia are some factory-installed default settings that'll explode when we hit parenthood. But I have been a child with a troubled youth, and I did survive. I've seen all my cousins grow up healthy and clever, and I can't thank my late grandmother enough for giving us all the keys to understand this world more thoroughly. I did not grow up being afraid. Well, yeah I did, but not afraid of the world outside. I did not need drugs. Actually I remember several occasions where I turned down the idea of having me a prescription. Independently, I knew that what was going on, no matter how tough, was just the side effects of this one true illness I was suffering: LIFE.

Repressing emotions does not work by a long shot. It does not work in any way. Repressed kids grow up to be suppressed adults. Human are psychosocial and also physical beings. We need the presence of other human beings, and our own parenting. We watched a documentary at school, where there was a father of two explaining a tracking device system, and bragging about how ten years ago kids needed to call their parents when they got to school, and now the TechnoDad sees when his kids are at school. Wouldn't a phone call create a completely different sense of safety and caring? In my opinion, it fucking would. It would make a huge difference to the child, to know that his or her parents care, to hear their voice on the phone and to know that they really ARE there. If anything, a tracking device makes children anguished, becouse why'd you need such an serious tool, if you weren't in some great danger. This kind of upbringing will drive your society to the state of fear and distrust towards anyone outside your own house. It just won't work.

Of course there's a small per centage of actual mental disease two, that are best kept at bay through medication, but these are diagnosed way too easily. It seems whole world's either on Prozac or paranoid, and there's nothing in between. Either you are afraid of everything, or you don't just care about anything at all. Have the next five minutes for your self, make a list of six thing you do not hate, or fear (old folks might say "things you LOVE", perhaps.) and think about those things in not any particular order.

Atheism. The Essence of "Soul".

I've been thinking a lot of atheism and religion lately, mainly becouse I've been watching Tim Minchin live on Youtube, I believe. Religion is quite a common subject in his rants, and I know he if someone will be able to make the change in people's minds and hearts, becouse he disguises all his points in laughter. It is the most clever way of raising the public eyebrow. Monty Python did it decades ago, South Park and Family Guy do it today, and they hopefully force people to think about where they stand in this Harmageddon of the Spiritual and the Profane.

I, for once, don't believe in existence of any supreme being that would have created anything such a random thing as our universe. Of course science has found some regularities, but recently it has even backed off in some of it's theories, when the quarks do not act as they should and the scientists find themselves thinking something like: "what the fuck?" It is just too huge and complex thing to fully figure out, but to me it's so fucking cool that we're even trying. Becouse if we wouldn't, we'd be pretty much spending our human lives wanking on the couch. So that we have something to do while we wait for our earthly bulk turn to dust.

So I don't believe that we we're created by God. We are here by a mere accident, the constant chain of evolution that developed consciousness, and according to now late Kurt Vonnegut, nature has realized what a huge mistake it has been, and has started to decrease our intelligence significantly. I believe to some extent this pessimist outlook on human intelligence is quite accurate. I know he probably was not all serious about it, but I can see the seed of frustration the writer had towards mankind, when at the peak of it's evolution it does all things possible to get rid of it's own collective responsibility to develop even further on. We are in decline. Subsiding by every single generation that follows. Hopefully we can reverse this, and get interested in the real things and our currently unique place in the universe.

Human life itself is a paradox. We are lab rats trapped in the cage that is earth, and we can see the room, the universe, right outside the boulders. But we can't get there. We can not get far enough to touch something real. Still we can find out, what's going on in this room we'll live our all life in. But we are never able to get out of here. And we take this knowledge nowhere. It goes nowhere. It will always stay right here. Life is a huge painting we all contribute in as a single shade of different colors. No one might catch us in their eye, but we are in the picture. We are born into this world, we die, and leave this world for others that come after us. That is the coil of mortality, our shared chain and the ball at the end of it, always in our mind, is death. The chains give us our freedom. When we experience the moments we forget all about dying, we are truly free. The good thing about scars is that there has to be skin to scar. You must exist to feel and think and eventually, die. And when you get to be alive without the constant fear of the awaiting end, you are free. When you do not fear, but understand the value of your life.

I don't believe in existence of soul, as in we'd all have a soul that would be something eternal, that would leave our body, and continue life without our body. Or if there is, it is not me, it is not my consciousness, and it is as good as not having a soul at all. I believe in souls, as in "this song has so much soul in it". It is the experience we have, and it is the experience we pour into what we do. And through this, objects can have even more soul than most of the people have soul. Someone made a guitar. The guitar was like any other guitar, it had six strings and wooden top, it resonates as someone plays it's strings. Then by several other hands, the guitar ended up in the hands of Robert Johnson. And instantly, through all the songs played, through all the emotions given, that guitar has a soul. It has more soul than all the wall street stockbrokers who'd even sell their mother for the profit.

Atheism is something that comes to me quite naturally, for I like to seek for some sort of higher understanding. Religion as a system that helps people to accept their mortality and arrange their social structure in a certain way has always seemed clear enough for me. They're always the same, they are a moral code to live by, an excuse for abuse and spiritual exploitation, they are amusement, and they have always been mixed with politics. I am still able to understand, that reality might be too hard to face for some people, and we all have the right to believe what we want. We all have to die, so we have to find our own lies, to make us feel better. I still have not found mine, and I believe I'll lose my mind towards the end. But that does not stop me from trying to become as succesful human being as I can be. And success does not mean any of that success most of you seek. My success would be helping people understand the complete, utter bullshit they're being fed every day, to see through the lies, to trust in their own comprehension, to respect their elders and other people as well, and to learn from them. To reclaim the power of common sense over the nasal, annoying voice of bureaucracy.

tiistai 6. syyskuuta 2011

The Expendables.

In case you are a bit slow in the head, or just plain stupid, here's the links to all downloadable goodies we've done so far. We'll rather be heard than paid, and we couldn't afford a new CD pressing anyway, for we are preparing the next record. It will get a bit longer and at some points slower, but it Grinds more than anything ever! Except for Feastem, they are the best.

By the way, if anyone of you books gigs/arranges festivals/knows a squad that has some bands playing every now and then, we'd be more than happy to play anywhere we can. Send us e-mail to cuttofit@windowslive.com . Thanks.

The first demo, recorded in sixteen minutes with only three mics. Because of these facts, it is merely the greatest first demo ever made. So if the first demos rule, this rules them all.

The second demo, not as good as the first one, because we thought it would be a great idea to record it when we're tired, we played all the thirtysomething songs we had and we're exhausted half way through. My bad, sorry.

We're making slight progress. Vili thinks this record sounds the best. I like the lyrics and vocals and all I contributed, including the outro we played with Vili. In this case the carpet matches the drapes, it sounds like it's cover arts.

I think this is in a way the best one we've done. The samples are in balance and intro's and outro's are in place. Notice how we make no mistakes on this great, great recording.

Fire Works
A half an hour sludge experience. The other side of grind. I recommend you just download this and listen to it the next time you lay in bed some hangover struck sunday.

keskiviikko 27. heinäkuuta 2011

The New Face of Terror

Nationalism & the face of terrorism. I believe these two will be the main victims of this rant. But I could also be wrong, for it is yet to become written. But to begin with something, I want you to know that these two are the reasons I started writing these first few sentences. Now let's see where this will lead.

Nationalism is an ideal, who to most of it's devotees displays as the ultimate source of common well-being and wealth. The point in the beginning was the intention to gather all people with the same cultural and genetic identity to a same place, to a same state, and have one state for each nation. Because there would be no differing cultures and views that would alter the state. I believe we all still agree on this? Every nation would have their own state, and they could carry their own crosses in their own ways and cherish thier own cultural heritage in peace. This however is made totally impossible by the simple fact that our states and their nations too, are totally artificial. To draw any sort of lines in sand and to tell others to fuck off is something I've never been able to completely understand.

To reach to the core of this, there should have been some ancient states ruled by one race, and the point would be the maintaining and preservation of this system. But as far as I've read my history books (from cover to cover in most occasions) there has never been such race-state-systems to begin with. There has been conquerors and slaves, all kinds of shitfaces living under same flags more or less in peace. They have had to get along, if for no other reason, then at least for the trade. Yes, our ideal of capitalism is based on the thought that not a single state can provide everything for their people, because of their natural location or weather or because the Great Shaman told us this year is not good for the mushrooms. We have had to trade with other states and other races and nationalities, and it has always been the initial part of how we've adapted to our surroundings or how the new innovations have spread. I hope some of you stupid brick faced dickheads can dig this, I tried to find a somewhat capitalist/right-wing point to understand why we can't shut our borders completely and "mind our own business".

Since the beginning of any state there has always been some other minorities living in them too. Another proof of how artificial our "states" really are in practice. There are people who see everything in 2D. These are the people who naturally think nationalism is cool, because they can not see the relations between the state borders and states themselves. Through wars and different incidents in the past, there may have been times any country may have lost some areas. There has also been eras of imperialism and exploitation, all for the sake of sweet, sweet greed. Have the people in somewhere in India felt anymore British or French after they came to fight against each other on their land, and then saw the British overcome and tell them "you're part of us now, so act like honorable human beings should, you dirty ol' heathen bastards!". I'm not suffering guilt from white man's burden to oppress and demolish. They sure as fuck where not my mistakes. I raised this as an example of a nationalist puzzle of philosophical nature. Those people of course were Indian more than they were British or French. Then Pakistan separated themselves from India, they should be the ideal state of nationalism. Of course there's Israel ( I can hear your neo-nazi "NOOOOOOOO!"'s all the way here) that was established for the jews, but there's this little group called Palestinians, who'd disagree on where it was established. I think the both participants of this war have completely forgotten to live what they preach about forgiveness and peace. It's a sad, sad situation. But not my cross to bear.

I have this idea of nations and people: We are all individuals, we're all mixed up in the whirlpool of time and random incidents, and we have our own cultural heritage to share and cherish. Everyone should be able to express their own, although there should be no need to convert anyone in to your own believes, for wha the fuck is it worth anyway? We are different, and we can learn something useful if we keep our minds open and exchange our experiences with others. Those who are afraid of the cultural identities being dimmed or faded, are just afraid of their own mortality and how small they are as single individuals. They are afraid and confused, and easily converted as tools for someone else who may have serious intentions to harm other people. But this, too, is merely the matter of random actions and their consequenses. My home is where my heart is. And in my heart, I carry my identity, my life and it's experiences. It's own stories to share. And they will not tarnish in time, or vanish in thin air if I move in to another country. It's the small piece of Finland I carry with me. It's all the fucking same where the lines are drawn, the identity lives in the people, and without it's people the country is nothing. It has nothing to do with skin colors or races or all that other shit you claim to fight against. It is only inside your own head.

But these are things that stir up constant controversies among people, and especially internet. The mass murder in Norway was work of a conservatist christian-extremist. When his stats where still unknown, I saw our Finnish messageboards full of all this self-rightous bullshit against muslims and multi-culturalism, especially islam. When they told it was norwegian and blond haired male, they instantly believed it was someone who had been converted to islam and decided to go Jihad all over the world. Then, as it turned out the shooter was one of thier own, they instantly went to find a maching martyr's crown. Surely as it is our enemies, we are willing to blame everyone, but when it turns out to be too similar with us, it does not matter what he stood for. He's a single maniac who flipped in the pressure of society and does not speak for the public opinion of his group. Although our mouths have been grinding exactly same shit for quite a while.

The shooter had written 1500 pages of diary and blog entries, probably pretty alike with mine, but from a completely different angle. His angle was childish and naive hate towards today's "civilization" and society. I can't say I'd love them either, but I'm too smart to fall in the hands of blind hate. That is the road to absolute and hopeless demise, which I want to avoid, because I saw from my father where that road will eventually take everyone who wishes to go along with it's flow. I have not read this man's manifest yet, but I've already heard it mostly consists of all sorts of quotes and stolen ideas, so probably it's as solid and waterproof as his personality seems to be. He's a collector. He wanted to become immortal. And the only way you become immortal is either through the path of a martyr (Kurt Cobain, Jesus Christ, you know how it goes.) or through the blood shed of innocent blood. He knew with his ideals and stupid thoughts of destroying something he could never become a martyr, so he had to destroy something instead. I've often thought about why these shooters kill themselves after the shootings, becouse without a commentary most of their motives will always stay out of our reach. This one's the first dick not to put a bullet in his head. And he tries to achieve a point, where he can spend the rest of his days in jail, give interviews to hungry media and spread out his views. This is what he wanted. The act, I believe, was merely a tool to achieve this point. Because you can bet your both eyes there'll be millions of ears listening to him now. The fastest way would be to just silence him, without a trial, not to mention a single word about him. This internet fixated generation would forget him in three years.

No matter how sad and excruciating this sort of mass murder may be, I think the word "terrorism" is what follows this sort of bloodbath. The act itself would have been just a simple "mass shooting of children and a bombing in Oslo" in the nineties. But now, since Americans have made sure we all know we're in war with terrorism, it was labeled as an act of terrorist sort. That is utterly an issue of semantics, and I believe we could go on and on about arguing what the words mean. Forget the words. They are nothing if they have no one to read, write or speak them. They are merely small fragments and shards of consciousness we give to other people who may judge us poorly by simply coloring the words with their own intentions and agendas. What I meant when I said terrorism is what follows the bloodbath was the way media follows the situation second by second, draws it to our minds with sharp knives and cruel details, before they are even proven to be true. Then begins the overflood of scaring people, through all media. There was a story on the news how metro station in Oslo was shut down becouse someone carried a suspicious bag around. And that is exactly what I mean. Everyones constantly on the edge, filled with unnecessary terror, too afraid of their own neighboughs to live their lives. And media plays a big part in all this.

This is what bothers me with the internet. It's so fast, and full of shit you'll never find the truth. I'm not claiming I'd had any parts of some actual truth, and I do have my personal intentions towards this blog, but I try to be honest. I'm not on the right, I'm not on the left, and I'm not in between. I'm an outsider to all this. I feel disconnected anywhere I go (when you're a meat eating non-drinking anarchist who rather plays guitar than fucks around, you're lone wolf anywhere.), so I may as well observe people and their behavior, make notes and try to forge them into something somebody might be able to use someday. I don't want mankind to stay still, so I write down even the simpliest liner notes I come up with, so someone else can continue from where I some day may have to stop. This of course written in hope of the next generation being smarter than we ever will be.

tiistai 5. heinäkuuta 2011

Portugal & Drugs & Money

Portugal has successed. In decreasing the amount of drug addicts by decriminalizing all drugs. I'm not surprised it worked. The biggest problems drug addicts face and the one they carry on complaining about is the illegality of drugs. It is the single main problem, becouse it affects everything. First of all you have to do more illegal things to get your hands in to drugs. This is why we have all the fucking crackhead hood rats breaking into cars and stealing stereos to get their fix, this is why we have these otherwise bright kids, who have been dropped out from society, for the social stigma they have for getting caught with cannabis. Here it is a huge fucking deal to some people. Older folks especially, and unlucky as we are, those older people usually decide who gets the job. And usually it is not me or you. It's even more funny and ironic to know that later on this old human wreckage will get shitfaced with booze and beat his wife or at least have a loud argument that will scar his kids for life. Not of course everyone, but we all know sometimes you need to go with a broad brush to really paint the picture. Van Gogh knows. He'd understand...

Anyway, in this two-faced seemingly democratic shithole we call Finland, we have had a debate whether to help Portugal in pain or not. We decided to help. I think it is great, I just think the reason and the methods are wrong. Of course we should help anyone who needs it. I think Portugal has a great history and culture until it came to colonialism and other stupid shit like that (I raise my finger ans give you a "bad boy! BAD!"). But it has it's own language and culture and their mix ups in Brazil are to me something beautiful. I understand that the grass seems greener on the other side, and I know Finland has one of the most interesting histories in the world, although it lacks all heroisms and legends and all the glory besides Kalevala, and that was artificial recollection of old wives tales and poetry. But lately I have raised my brows in sheer astonishment, as some people I've considered somewhat intelligent have turned against their own stands and started ranting against the dangers of multi cultural society, and not letting refugees in. I don't want to repeat myself on this, read older posts. I tried to find the speech I watched earlier on Youtube, I can't remember who it was, but he said some clever things about European Union. It's main content was, that if you try to force people to unite, take away their freedom, take away their identity, wht do you think they have left, besides violence and nationalism? It was great.

Basically the eagerness of help is not becouse the European Union would actually want to help the ones in need. It must save it's grip of the people, maintain it's grip from the dream it has. To form another union of states, to gurantee that the once in need will stay in need, and the once who lead can come and go up and down your rectum whatever way they happen to feel like. That is why they are so fucking eager to save the countries in funding crisis. They have their own cow neck deep in the pit of mud, they try to pull it out and start biting each other's hands and fighting over minor things, to eventually fuck up on a major scale. That is ridiculous and transparent. Obvious. And it makes me so mad. They dress their own intentions into something else, to get it through the untrained eye, to pull another rabbit from the hat and have the crowd cheering for the magic trick seen. This happens everyday, right before our eyes, and the ones who know the tricks, are too separate to become anything bigger than a small hippie movement.

Right, those drugs. I believe to some extent this could be brought to any society, it would have a peak at first, but all the stupid addicts would probably die in that wave anyway, so either way we'd win! Then, eventually, when drugs are not the apple in our Eden of Eternal Work, they lose their glory and they become less dangerous for both, society and the addict. Becouse in our current situation, we have the common Joe, who lives his life without the danger of slipping into the Underworld, then we have the poor people, who see the Underworld everyday, but for some reason live in some sort of purgatory in between. They have the possibility of becoming either common Joes or becoming the despised "deadbeats", although the last group is artificial and would without a doubt involve me too. In spite of not doing drugs or abusing my mind, I most definately belong to this lowest caste, for I have no interest of becoming anything more than I already am. A deadbeat.


We just played some kick ass shows with Magrudergrind, who have done this way longer than we have, are way better in this than we are, and maybe the most important of all, have arisen way more controversy than many grindcore bands ever will. One of the reasons some declare their music shit and their cause hypocrite is the fact that SCION (here better known for Toyota's) have published their recordings, and they played at SCION fest, which brought them some publicity. Well, I looked up to it, and Neurosis was there too, so anyone who wants to say a bad word about Neurosis, step right up and I'll go Voodoo on your ass!

Well, to be serious for a second, I was confused by this too. I was sure, they might have some Scion-shirted agent walking around, saying things like "we drive you home safely!", or "did you know that in all the lethal car crashes last year not a single Toyota was involved? what a coincidence!". Well guess what? They had not. It was just three honest, hard grinding fellas from the other side of the planet, to whom we all (Feastems and us at least) felt connected to. It's easy to sit by your interwebs, to read shit someone has posted and form your opinion on that assumption of how things may be. I did not ask a single question about this, becouse I did not care. We had a great time, we played two good shows with them and whatever reason they have for their SCION connections might not be as simple and black and white as the loud minority here in the internet scene seems to be. They have good connections, becouse they have done a shitload of gigs. You can hear and see it instantly, when they strike the first notes of the first song. They know what they are doing. They have done it many times.

The band itself looked and sounded like I've always thought we'd look and sound like if we'd know what we are doing. It was pure energy, tense and ready to explode. Chris behind the drums looks like Charlie Manson on PCP, he seemed to hate every single hit he gave to his cymbals, his drumming was wild and inspiring. It was so fucking cool. The whole band gave me chills down my spine, and we were lucky to witness two completely different shows. The first one in Helsinki was great in all it's punkyness, the crowd was wild and even fell on the drumset once, the show in Tampere was "more professional" for it was sunday and people were sleepy and just wanted to see the bands and leave. And on the second show we could really focus in to the band itself, and I saw everyone just grinning to themselves, this is what grind is about. It should be called grincore. I'm sure Harris just misspelled it the first time, and people took it and now we have grindcore. So practically Mick Harris is like Jesus Christ. Or something.

We had a great weekend all together although I lost some money, but no biggie, special thanks for Gaf for helping with the backline and great crust jokes that seemed to hit their targets. Thanks for Tinner for the owerwhelming D-beat action, thanks for Psykis for the mixing help and special thanks for Feastem, for being such an great and intense band every fucking time. Well, not obviously fucking time, but every time we gather to fuck up under the same roof.

sunnuntai 19. kesäkuuta 2011

Of Good & Evil

Last night we had a great discussion about the substantial existence of good and evil in the world and amongst mankind with some of my friends. It was inspiring trade of thoughts and we ended up in complete disagreement, which often happens when I'm around. Still I try to abandon my own ground and understand how things work, especially when it comes to other human beings for all the functions of the mind are at least somewhat interesting to me. My friend had this dualistic view of good and bad people, alongside with views of intelligent people and stupid people. He thinks world is full of bricks, who do bad things, and there's this handfull of good people that try to reason with the stupid people and always end up losing. He's probably right, but I want to open up my point of view.

In my opinion, people are naturally built with the seeds of anarchy in them. They are thrown into this huge ocean someone calls life, with endless amount of possibilities and the continuing struggle for survival. And basically that's it. Man's actions are based on his current situation, and the limited knowledge he has on that very moment. His motivations might be selfish benefits or utilitarist "what's best for everyone is best for me" type of attributions, but still the selfish person can end up doing more good than the one who thought he should act for the greater good. It's all about how informed or ignorant these people are when they face the conflict they are forced to solve. Not all bad people do bad things to be bad. Their motivations might be driven by complete disappointment on how other human beings find them, and if they are not able to achieve their respect and acceptance, they want to take it by force. Still, they might be the most loving parents in the world, or have their other own little soft spots. Also, good people can act selfishly and decide against their beliefs.

The world itself does not know words "good" or "evil". They are our concepts, created to determine where do we stand when we are compared to mankind as a whole or just to indicate how we face our own society. For many people, I may seem a bad person. I refuse to swallos cheap mediabullshit, I refuse to work and earn my place in society. I resist all oppression and authority, and I won't fit in to your picture of a happy family. I refuse to become a mindless working bee, serving the queen I'll never get to fuck. I reject all values that are given us as some default settings. I don't agree with some of basic morals. If a man is dying of a hunger, he can steal food from the ones who sell it to maximize their own profits. Fuck those self-righteous shitfaces anyway. But still I don't see myself as a bad person. I am free of guilt and shame so many people feel, and that is enough to keep me going. We have just one life, we should live it, not through disrespectng others, but not to give a fuck if they think you're childish or stupid.

Our time has become an exact replica of the ancient Athens in Plato's time. The majority of people wallow in their hedonistic selfishness, ignorance and plain stupidity are valued over wisdom or further consideration of anything. This is something that really grinds my gears. I see this world sinking deeper and deeper in shit, and I don't know how patiently I can show compassion towards it, when it does not show a single attempt for change of it's current course. Tits and early stages of alcoholism are way cooler than thinking and reading. Maybe so, but this world is never saved by the cool dudes. Also, I'm fed up with television, and to some extent internet too. Nothing is taken seriously, everything is continuing vacuum of postmodern irony and trololololololollol. I'm so fucking sick of it. All people want to see on television is war and porn, as long as it's not real blood or sperm. If you really need to face death or the flood of bodyfluids all sexual interaction involves, you feel disgusted and turn away. In many ways the world is more evil than ever, but still it has lost lots of it's ancient cruelties. Still, the hedonism has risen again from the ashes of reason, and I find this all just sad. Be the change you want to see, an old cliché perhaps, but really something to think about. Most people are smart enough to understand that world is a really fucked up place, but no one has the strength to change their own mindset to achieve something bigger than a fortyfive year career as a waiter. Still, if one truly has the calling of being a waiter, that is exactly what one should do. Our short lives should be spent exactly the way we want them to be spent. I have no answers to any questions, and every day brings at least ten new questions with it, so I really don't have a clue of these things. I'm just sorting out my own thoughts in a form of "wordflows" and see where they take me.

The point of all this in one paragraph: There is no good and evil inside my mind, there are just people trying to get through the labyrinth, sometimes they take wrong turns and they just need to memorize those dead ends for the future. Good-bad scale is purely in our heads, and it's meant to measure our attitude and how the individuals function towards each other when considered as a group. Our time is just as hedonist and ruined as ancient Greek, and the democracy has evolved the freedom into something completely different: slavery.

lauantai 18. kesäkuuta 2011

Ode To Monty Python!

I can not possibly describe to what extent I appreciate Monty Python. I remember seeing Holy Grail as a kid, it was late night and I had not a vaguest idea of what I was watching. It was about six or seven years later when I actually found out that the brilliant, intelligent, metaphysical flow of images and ideas had been Monty Python's Holy Grail. Still it had already affected me in a million ways. The metaphysical, self-commenting, ontological jokes fitted my already fucked up mentality just perfectly. I finally felt connected with the world. There we're people that had been as silly and clever as I felt I had always been, and that gave me hope. I kept on drawing and writing strange stuff, and I have ever since. When I found the rest of the Pythonian scale, it just filled my mind with all the missing pieces. It is the form of true freedom. Nothing is holy, nothing is sacred, not even the jokes themselves. They are the first ones to go, when they are about to shoot someone, and that is probably the greatest thing about the Monty Python's Flying Circus. It is bright and colorful surreal explosion, and if my kid does not laugh to fish slapping dance the first time he or she happens to see it, I think I have to give him or her away. Maybe some strange Norwegian housebuilder's guild will adopt him or her and raise him or her as their own. He or she will become a greatest of all the great Norwegian housebuilders, and he or she will build a house that will make all the other houses on the same estate agency look like some cheap Thailand bungalows. And I have a reason to be proud of him or her.

But yeah, it has affected me and my sense of visual "things" and rhythm and flow deeply. I am damaged for life. Maybe I should sue them all. "Dear sirs of Monty Python's Flying Circus. Becouse of some funny and silly things you did almost a century ago, my young mind has been deeply scarred, and I have had to live my life as a social reject and with any chance of parole denied. I am writing you this letter hoping it'll catch your attention and let you know that I have no sense of purpose in this world, I have started to even doubt my own existence in this world built on dualist values, but only concrete material, if we leave out all the small, almost surely non-existant particles some nerds claim to pummel through our bodies every second. I just wanted to let you know that you have completely ruined my life, and I want to thank you for it, sincerely yours, these fingers that run across the keyboard, and seem to have a some sort of personality installed all the way up their asses."

Just wanted to let you all know this in case ou happen to buy a Cut To Fit album at some point of your lives, and find it somewhat confusing. It's all becouse of these silly british persons, that have wounded me like the ants wound the wolves. Which would make an great song title by the way. Like The Ants Wound The Wolves. Fuck, I'm gonna write that down.

maanantai 6. kesäkuuta 2011

Something about Plato and his The Republic

I've been reading Plato's The Republic for the university's entrance examination (I'm not going to make it, but I'm going to try anyway.) and there are several things that really disturb me in this utopia he presents. They push my buttons so much I'm not even sure whether it can be considered an utopia or not. Of course I realize the fact that me and Plato have a good two and a half thousand years between us, and mankind has developed new sorts of media, control and destruction, but still I think the very essence of mankind has remained nearly untouched through the millennias. Plato was the developer of the ideas, the divine abstracts of perfection, which can not be seen or touched, or even in exist, but still everything living and existing draws from the ideas of things and beings. For every guitar is an imitation of the perfect guitar, that does not actually exist anywhere, but in the world of ideas, which is full of perfection. He believed in dualism in man's soul, there are forces of good and evil that are in constant battle with eachother. This is where we choose different paths, for I believe there is no good or evil, there are just last minute decisions, consequences, chaotic ignorance and knowledge, and the subjective history writing that defines whether the individuals did the "right=good" decisions or not. Our history is written in blood, and it's just endless victory march on our yard, whether we won the oppressor, or the opposing anarchism or other radical ideas, we are always winners.

So when Plato says that in his perfect state there'd be no arts that oppose what is good for the state, no sad songs or poems of unfortunate fates, people should be raised to understand that they need to do the hard work to let the small elite rulers rule and save their time for all the fun things, it's some tough shit to swallow. He encourages cencorship, manipulation of the people, the suppression and closing all things "evil" outside his state. I understand that things are different now. Back then people had the freedom of speech (although you might get killed if you we're not quiet) and Plato was mainly meaning the pop culture of his time, dishonoring the gods and giving them some humane characteristics, so he was ready to give something up to raise the kids to believe in happy-happy-sunshineland he was creating. After all this was all done in the name of finding justice in one's soul, and he was trying to make his state as "good" as possible. Still I believe the ones at the very bottom would not stay happy too long. Someone would ask questions and get envious, start desiring some higher authority in this society, and fuck some serious shit up. That is the essence of human nature. To ask questions, to make notions, to strive for his place in the sun. That is why the western world is based on capitalism and money. The few on the top were the ones at the bottom and now they rule and they don't want to let go of their precious money.

I say fuck it. You don't need money. Try. You may lose your apartment, your friends, your precious "stuff" you have in those cardboardboxes that are still in your attic from your last move. You may lose everything in the beginning. But you'll eventually gain something better. You know who you are. You'll probably face some of those "low class" people you've always avoided, you'll get left out from the society. You'll see how the solidarity works around here. I promise to be your friend. Come and knock on my door, I'll fix you some coffee and we'll have some long conversations about what you have seen, what you have learned, how did that all make you feel. But I'm straying again.

Of course Plato had many good points too. He was right to restrict the right to own personal stuff from the soldiers and the rulers, to prevent the corruption from blooming in his state. Here in Finland we have followed this ridiculous act of establishing the government for over a month now, and I'm not surprised our capitalist winners, who always become blue-collar party when it's time for election, can't come up with good solutions. So surprise, surprise, now they are rebuilding the same government we had the last four years. So nothing has changed, it'll be the same set of same lies. It is a farce, for nearly all the parties have already declared to be in the opposition at some point, but instantly when they see they have a chance of being in the government, their jackets suddenly have brand new colors. Nothing new, I know. Still so fucking funny! If they had no right to own anything, they'd truly show how much they'd love their country. And this is something we could really absorb from Plato. We should.