Paralysis by Urinalysis

doctor-with-urine-sample-via-shutterstock-615x345Paralysis by Urinalysis

If I fail a urine screen I am then discharged from treatment by my doctor.  This has become an all-too-common practice at many .. practices. Isn’t this ridiculous?  I mean, hypothetically, if I decided to go to an all night 70’s disco cocaine party and decided to partake (hypothetically) then I am in danger of losing the services of my orthopedic surgeon who is helping to mend my back after a near-paralyzing car accident?  Ridiculous.  A joint to help me sleep?  Say goodbye to my recovery from spinal injury.  Is there even a justification for this?  I will play devil’s advocate and try to defend the indefensible here.  Note:  Any position that isn’t mine is indefensible.

We can’t be providing opioid medications to patients who are themselves drug users.  There could be dangerous interactions and other irresponsible behavior that would cause them to harm themselves.  They would need a doctor.  They should be discharged from my (doctor) practice.

We have to test their urine frequently to be sure that we are not contributing to a patient’s drug problem or addiction issue for which they should be seeking professional help.  They would definitely need to see a doctor if they had an addiction problem.  These patients definitely should be discharged from my (doctor) practice.

By testing our patients’ urine, we can see who is a complicated patient so we can quickly discharge them from our practice, thus leaving us with the simple patients who quietly come and go, pay their bill on time, and allow us to pack in more patients (more money!)  Complicated patients take up too much time and cost us too much money (not to mention effort).  Money and effort should never be expended needlessly in our line of work.  Just tell them we can lose our license (an incredible irony when you consider that by KEEPING them as patients and TREATING their destructive tendencies by way of referrals or their addiction we would be acting MORE like doctors and thus be MORE worthy of our licenses) and keep having them make the walk of shame from bathroom to waiting room holding their leaking urine vials.  I became a doctor to get rich not to treat people who have unhealthy habits or dangerous behaviors.  Those people should go get their heads examined.  …by a doctor, I guess.  I’m confused.

Doing drugs is unhealthy although often a lot of fun.  If you choose to do something this stupid (awesome) then you should not be in danger of losing the services of a competent medical professional.  It should be noted, however, that if your doctor discharges you for failing a urinalysis, subjecting you to both withdrawal and the care that you deserve due to an injury or illness, the maybe your medical professional isn’t so competent after all…

Badflower’s Soap makes Me Think of Alice In Chains’ Dirt

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Alice In Chains took the slow and low feel of Black Sabbath and added the disaffected voice of the Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, Kate Christiansen ilk to produce a sound that rocketed them to pop status without losing the dedicated support of the underground.

Lo and Behold the beautiful and long-awaited band Badflower.  Their EP Temper on Republic Records is a tribute to this sound while representing the next iteration of the disaffected and self-loathing that may be the next big thing.  It recalls the birth of Nirvana or the first few chords of Rooster when you first heard both and realized that it was not just OK but cool to be depressed, sad, and pissed off.

Listen to their song Soap and wait for the chorus.  The slow melodic descent into the single-line chant of “I need to get my mouth washed out” will quickly bring to mind the same dark imagery of Electric Funeral, Dirt, or even Dam That River.  The restraint shown in the lyrics doubles as a dedication to their singular image of a man who “cannot be respectable” and knows that they are but a dirty person in need of cleansing.  It’s hard to not think of Alice in Chains and the title track from Dirt.  I didn’t contrive this irony, but realized it today as I received concerned looks from other drivers while lip syncing to the Badflower track.  It’s hard to keep still when that chorus riff hits.

It has been a long time since I even considered comparing any band or song to Alice in Chains.  Their sound was so idiosyncratic that few bands can pull off their genuine desperation without sounding rehearsed.  But this track Soap does just that.  Here is my impression of the song overall:

The song starts with a pulsating bass line quickly joined by a 8-shot drum staccato that melts into a Alice In Chains – like minor chord progression that provides the hook for the verse.  The verse is two lines … One, really.  Badflower manages to pack in the emotion and escalating desperation in these few words when sung by Josh Cole Katz.

“Sometimes I cannot be Respectable… It’s hard when you’re looking so delectable

HEY!”

Then comes the aforementioned riff.  Ahhh.  It would make Jerry Cantrell proud and inspire the addictive wail of Layne Staley.  Thus I am presented with another basic irony.  Namely that Soap reminds me of Dirt.  So if you like Alice In Chains or just good music created by people with instruments, an increasingly rare product in the music industry, I know. you must listen to Soap and to Temper.

Then please tell me if you agree that it sounds like the 90’s have made a comeback.  We can only hope, right?

Watch Badflower’s SOAP

From LA – Shooter Jennings and Stephen King Exclusive!

With just two short weeks until Shooter Jennings releases his masterpiece, Black Ribbons, I wanted to highlight the album’s narrator, Will O’ The Wisp. The character, voiced by acclaimed novelist Stephen King, is a late-night talk-radio host who painting an apocalyptic picture of what America could become in the not-so-distant future. Please share this info with your readers in anticipation of the album’s release on March 2nd.

“Tonight I’ve chosen to play the one band the American Fascicrats don’t want me to play. Tonight I’m going off the air with the music of Hierophant. For those of you not familiar, you’ll get a taste of Hierophant’s music tonight – their message, their light.”
-Will O’ The Wisp

The Black Ribbons album represents the last hour of Will O’ The Wisp’s final broadcast before the airwaves are overtaken by “government-approved and regulated transmissions.” In retaliation for his muzzling, he speaks his mind like never before, punctuating his rants with selections from the discography of Hierophant. Throughout the album’s 14 songs, Will O’ The Wisp offers his loyal listeners—from whom he is about to be permanently cut off—the unvarnished truth.

At its core, Black Ribbons, is a concept album about truth—searching for it, locating it, wrestling with it and eventually coming to terms with it. From the opening track (and lead single) “Wake Up!,” a pummeling psychotropic stomp that sets the album’s tone, to the synth-injected paranoiac anthem “When The Radio Goes Dead,” this elliptical narrative takes the listener on a harrowing, life-affirming and altogether rapturous journey.

With Black Ribbons, Shooter Jennings has created something true to himself, to his art and his beliefs. Sonically, it draws from Jennings’ disparate influences—the Beatles’ White Album, Skinny Puppy and Ministry to Lynyrd Skynyrd and Black Oak Arkansas. At the same time, it forms an intensely personal song cycle, as this young artist probes his own roiling psyche and the tumult of modern-day existence.

Shooter’s homemade Black Ribbons commercial: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ktm5btMpU_w

Wake Up! Stream:
http://www.idesignprod.com/shooterjennings/audiostreams/WakeUp.asx

Good News For 2010 – Eric Is Completing His First Novel!

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He is our naked one. Eric America has, after being asked by some agencies and one publisher, concentrated creative efforts on a work of fiction. We’ll announce the title and do an excerpt when he has chosen a publisher and agent to give the ok. Now some scores from around the world:

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12 – 5

Love – 15

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It is a wonderful day when you are able to dance within the hours by letting your mind wander into all of the places it shouldn’t when working or student(ing?) I have been unfortunate for a long time, and I thank all those who have written and helped boost our rankings on Blog Catalog while identifying with some of the emotions laid out in “Hide Our Smiles”. As many know, I am a a musician and a poet. Fiction-writing seemed like a marathon run where I would have to keep a consistent thread during the whole process. I didn’t see it being as fun as writing songs or poetry. I was wrong. I am having a great time slowly building characters and working on moving them through a gauntlet of sins. Stick around for the updates. We will have a party in NYC and maybe other cities to launch the book!

-NakedE

When I Said I’d Die For You (I Didn’t Mean You Could Kill Me) – Cody Peters Poem

When I Said I Would Die For You (I Didn’t Mean You Could Kill Me)
For My Squirrel (to her utter disgust)

The world leans on an empty chair
I look for her everywhere, in faces and pastimes
I settle for less and curse her for the sting
Pain now issues forth from the wound regret
I am only now, years apart, ready to write, to think these word of truth:
Her soul is my heart and I have been dead since our final embrace
These hands that wipe tears once held her every night
These tired eyes once filled with her radiant light and her effortless beauty
I feel disconnected from these senses, like an interloper or
Startled tourist of Bethlehem saying,
“Wow, that happened here?
But this looks like nothing but a barren desert…”

Command of folly has been my forte
remixing nothing and tinctures of anesthetic blockade
I never got back on my feet after I crushed her with my self-destructive shadow
He assumed a passenger and blinded me with comfort to earn my attention
Undivided after cutting loose the woman who owns my heart
Now I am ruled by this rusted regime
I am trying to move, not to love. To live, not to exalt
Now I endure when with her I would enjoy
Now I get by when with her I would conquer

A lesson didn’t surface, ‘spite the old pomes, adages, and sages
No greater good was to come from my imprudent adherence to the shadows
I crush myself to think I once considered her anything but my destiny
A day in that life would be heaven to me now
Knowing she would smile at the thought of us and be there when I slept
I go crazy in the aftermath, this also-ran slice of a life that looks stellar from the out
I smile in grotesque amusement at the lengths I’ve gone to push away her beautiful face
Her beautiful emergence in my life as the towers fell was as sure a thing as I could tell
I am soaked with this jealousy for myself because I had her and she loved me
She really did and now I am grown up to see that I was so ungrown back then
So childlike to think that it was my heart that was broken
I know better now that what was broken was not my heart, but my soul

She wants to keep away and now lives in another land
Ice fills my chest as I realize that I actually agree and understand
Stay away. I hurt you too many times.
Though I know I would move heaven to have her here on Earth
Though I know I would be a perfect lover, the knowing is the spire
The tack of evidence, my tries to fool reason are a long-winded waste
A time to kill and no one better than myself for my pain, so hard to explain
Will keep me bleeding until the rusted shadow takes me home.

But I would miss her in Heaven
I would miss her in Hell, asleep, in chains or a throne
I would miss this woman in paradise and my forever will always know
That all I do and Those I love are merely ghosts as the eyes of my passion
Are always scanning the skies for

She, Always With My Heart.
Only she can rid my life of this monster
but she has much better things to do…