Author: Matthew Groff

  • Again

    I avoided the news, but I couldn’t escape it when the second shooting happened.

    There is no more avoiding. It is inescapable now. Nowhere is safe anymore. Being shot at is now the most American thing that we do. 40,000 American’s a year die in gun related deaths. We are so far ahead of the rest of the world in this statistic, that it looks like we are fighting a war. Compare that to the 58,000 that dies in 10 years of fighting in Vietnam.

    This is a crisis.

    And though mass shootings steal the headlines, it is suicides that are driving these high numbers. Mental illness and access to guns.

    And yet we let this happen.

    We let people tell us that the right to a gun is all encompassing, and that this is what freedom looks like. I am free to be shot at. I am free to not be safe. I am free to go to vigils after massacres. I am free to get in line to donate blood for help victims.

    We let people tell us that sick individuals perpetrate these acts, but we don’t do anything to help people get the care they need. They are on their own.

    And the hate… All the hate that comes up again, and again from these white supremacists as the post manifestos and go out and kill.

    And here we are again.

    The only thing that gave me hope, the only one was the crowd in Dayton shouting at the governor to, “Do Something!”

  • When It’s All Said and Done

    The second night of the debates are over, and now we all know that people will start to drop out soon.

    I would hope that we get down to 10 Democratic candidates by October, but I still think that might be too optimistic.

    And what does all of this mean?

    I admit that I am an “Anyone Who Can Beat Trump” voter. I would even take another Republican.

    I will also admit that I think Democrats have apologized for far too long that they are liberal and have grand ideas. Those days must come to an end.

    In my lifetime, it has felt like my choices have been either the party that sticks up for the rich guy, or the party that is sorry if sticking up for the poor guy offends you.

    On another note, there seemed to be some hub-bub from pundits about the candidates attacking each other, and how that will be detrimental later in the campaign against Trump. Two things on that. First, since when did Trump need facts or help attacking rival politicians? Like Trump is taking notes or thinking through his attacks for maximum impact. Second, I think most pundits are thinking about the 2020 election as if they were fighting in 2012. They are bringing the wrong tools to the gun fight, and most them are walking into it with wet spaghetti. Reagan’s 11th Commandment doesn’t exist anymore, and voters who pay attention to these debates have come to expect politicians to attack.

    When this is all said and done, the majority of voters are really looking for a candidate who will validate their feels. Then they will worry about details.

  • What I Noticed at the Debate

    I watched the debates as I am a political junkie, and I also think being a pundit is the easiest and at the same time, dumbest job around. (“I want to make predictions not based on fact, but sound like they are based on facts, but in reality, it’s just my opinion, though I will try to make you think it’s a fact.” Pundit!)

    Here is my punditry!

    Mayor Pete was the only person who said anything last night that resonated with me. He said, “It’s time to stop worrying about what the Republicans will say. Look, if it’s true that if we embrace a far-left agenda, they’re going to say we’re a bunch of crazy socialists. If we embrace a conservative agenda, you know what they’re going to do? They’re going to say that we’re a bunch of crazy socialists.”

    It also reminds me of a General Grant saying. Now, I am paraphrasing, but the context was that when he arrived out east to fight General Lee and was making his battle plans, Grant’s staff keep warning what Lee’s response might be. Grant grew frustrated and said to, stop worrying about what Lee will do to you, and start planning on what you will do to Lee.

    This is what I think the difference between the moderates and progressives in the Democratic Party comes down to; reaction and action. One group is more worried about the reaction, and the other is planning the action. I don’t think the progressives are right on most issues, but they are way more inspiring than the worriers.

  • Day Off, Yesterday

    We moved again, to a bigger apartment this time. The extra space we have gained has come in the form of guest bedroom, that will also be used as an office. I had the day off from work yesterday, and I choose to take the day to set it up. I put all of my journals out, and pulled some books from one of the many box of books we have. In the roughest sense, I am ready to go. To go and start creating. I was ready…

    And then I took a lunch break, and never really got back to it.

    Part of what got me wrapped up was all the Trump/Squad racist garbage that couldn’t seem to ignore or get away from. It was all over the TV, and the internet, and all of my friends were up in arms on social media about the vile racist Trump is. And we all should be upset by the crap that man says as he is trying to be reelected by dividing and hating.

    And through all of this, I have this awful feeling that Trump will be reelected. Then I saw this in the Times this morning, and it didn’t make me feel better.

    That is the awfulness of Trump, and how effective he is at getting under everyone’s skin, and sucking the air out of every room. I had my own work to do yesterday, and I just got side tracked into thinking about how deeply racist this country is. Clearly, we as American’s need to keep working at the state of race relations, and inequality in this country. But, it won’t get better if Trump wins another term.

    And yet here we are…

  • Tales from the Video Store: Rocktober Blood (1984)

    I once worked in a video store in the 90’s. Let’s be clear, it was a bad job; low pay, awful hours, unscrupulous owners… but if you were a movie fan, nothing could be better. The video store gave me the opportunity to watch great movies, and it also gave me to chance to watch some of the worst. And I love watching schlocky bad movies. At the bottom shelf in the “Horror” section, I came to discover the slasher music extravaganza that is Rocktober Blood.

    (I’m just going to call SPOILERS right now. Not that any of us care, just outta respect)

    Lucky for all of us, I was able to find the movie on YouTube. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIvojCCVvSY) The print might not be the best, but to be honest, the movie is awful, so the bad quality might help add to the kitsch.

    The movie was released in 1984, and lordy, do we get a documentation of the Los Angles metal scene of that time. It was awesome seeing the hi-top sneakers, sleeveless shirts, teased out hair, and the style I liked most was all the rising sun Japanese stuff, which I had forgotten about.

    So… Plot… We actually start in 1982 as Billy is in the recording studio cutting his latest track “I’m Back” We get to meet Lynn, Billy’s backup singer, and I guess girlfriend, or was… It’s not real clear. Billy and the rest of the band head out of the studio, leaving Lynn, Kevin the engineer, and Mary who is Kevin’s assistant to finish work on the record. Lynn and Kevin try to record some backing vocals for the song “Rainbow Eyes.” It doesn’t go well, and Lynn decides to go to the jacuzzi upstairs because the target demographic for this movie was teenage boys.

    But wait, Billy returns and slits Kevin’s throat, and then kills Mary by impaling her on a mounted wall peg. Then Lynn comes downstairs, having not heard a thing because jacuzzi’s used to be really loud, and she finds Billy smoking “drugs” at the console while listening to “I’m Back” backwards. Now, like I said, this was 1984, and we were all not supposed to do drugs, thanks Nancy Regan, and not listen to our music backwards, because that’s where all of Satan’s messages were. Billy attacks Lynn, and while holding her at knife point, a security guard walks in. How does the guard save Lynn? Well, like all good heroes, he RUNS. THE FUCK. AWAY. To which Billy chases after him, thus saving Lynn. And… that’s it…

    We immediately jump cut to two years later, at a party where it’s announced that Billy’s old band is getting back together, with Lynn as the lead singer, and they are about to go on tour playing Billy’s songs, and by the way, Billy was found guilty of murder, executed, though he claimed he was innocent. Who knew the justice system worked so fast in 1984?

    There is some amazing stuff happening in this party scene. For me, the most impressive is that at the party there is a dude in a monster mask who is dancing, then starts doing some mime work, and ends with breakdancing. I had forgotten, as I am sure you had too, that breakdancing mimes were all the rage in the 80’s. It was Morning in America for spinning on your back.

    All is not well at the party, because when Lynn goes looking for her manager, Chris, she ends up in a very dimly lit attic where she is surprised by no other than Billy! Lynn gets away, and Chris, being the responsible type, sends her and her friends to a mountain cabin to relax before the big show.

    As I am sure you guessed, Billy follows them to the cabin, kills one friend in the jacuzzi, and then terrorizes Lynn as she gets out of the bath. Again, this was made of teenage boys.

    Enough of that, Chris sends everyone back to LA to get ready for the concert. Lynn can’t let go about Billy for some strange reason, and proceeds to dig up Billy’s grave to only find a very last minute cartoonish prop of a skeleton in the coffin. I’m sorry, I mean Billy’s body. Problem solved, right? Billy is dead and Lynn’s crazy! Let go play that concert of Billy’s songs!

    Not so fast! Billy is ready for Lynn, because what else does he have to do that week. Billy kidnaps Lynn before the show, and he launches into a monologue where we find out that Billy is actually Johnny; Billy’s homicidal twin brother!

    This sets up one very bizarre climax. Billy/Johnny goes on stage in a mask and sings his old songs, which the band all seems fine with. Especially when Billy/Johnny starts killing the Go-Go dancers on stage. Billy/Johnny pulls out Lynn to sing “Rainbow Eyes,” and at the conclusion of the song, Billy/Johnny is unmasked to everyone’s shock and horror. Except for the drummer, who is like, “Fuck it, play the next song.” And everyone complies.

    I don’t want to ruin the true ending of the movie, but it does leave you with the question of; Does Billy/Johnny die, or does he survive? (May the debate begin…)

    As horror movies go, this one is pretty poor. Acting isn’t great, plot has a bunch of holes, and there are lots of lens flares. More than Star Trek. Now, I do recommend this movie because the songs in it are actually fun. I didn’t say good, I said fun. You’ll be asking yourself, “Do I have rainbow eyes?” and “Is there a killer on the loose?” The songs were written by the band Sorcery, whose members play the band in the movie. So, there actually a slight bit of LA music scene connection to this flick.

    Over all, Rocktober Blood touches on all the right beats of slasher movies from the early 80’s and for my money, is 100% video store gold. It would be best enjoyed with a two liter of Pepsi and some stovetop popcorn while sitting on the couch with the living room’s lights off.

    Enjoy!