jimmy spako wrote:You should have Merzbow on to talk about overcoming porn addiction/obsession.Given his recent podcast interactions, good luck.

jimmy spako wrote:That was the joke.Ah, sorry.Fuck knows what's happened to him. Been a very long time since I had his company but he wasn't a prick back then.

A guy does a really nice Merzbow podcast, entitled Merzcast. Merzbow found out about it the other week and threw a big online fit, insisting the podcast be labelled 'Merzbow unapproved', seemingly because the lad has a Patreon to fund its making and that was viewed as tantamount to earning from the man's work.Ridiculous. Great podcast. Proper labour of love.

Dang, bro. Don't send a dude down a path without a "/joke" tag or something. That could have been embarrassing. Can someone fill me in on the joke?

You should have Merzbow on to talk about overcoming porn addiction/obsession.

That was the joke.

I don't think that would have happened, or an initial search would have made it clear. I was expecting someone to respond because it has been in the music news. Sorry, didn't think there was a chance that it would lead to anything like that, was just a joke about music. Story: Noise titan recently reacted with shocking and disappointing petulance and take-down requests towards a nice podcast inspired by and treating his work in loving detail, probably because he is uncomfortable with his former association/fascination with pornography and perhaps also the discussion of works which feature an ex-partner. Or something like that.

Evan's episode, holy shit. That was heavy duty, friends. I feel legitimately privileged to be able to hear that conversation. I'm reminded of a poem, the name of which escapes me, but a line that goes "The chronic angers of this house." Been running from that my whole life it seems. Ike

finishing Ep.11 with Susie Ulrey. GIving me flashbacks to my diagnosis, and everything since.So well done.

Ike wrote:Evan's episode, holy shit. That was heavy duty, friends. I feel legitimately privileged to be able to hear that conversation. I'm reminded of a poem, the name of which escapes me, but a line that goes "The chronic angers of this house." Been running from that my whole life it seems. IkeThose Winter SundaysSundays too my father got up earlyand put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.I d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.When the rooms were warm, he d call,and slowly I would rise and dress,fearing the chronic angers of that house,Speaking indifferently to him,who had driven out the coldand polished my good shoes as well.What did I know, what did I knowof love s austere and lonely offices?-Robert Hayden