The People's Republic of New Jersey, United States
About me: Jersey born, loudmouthed, gun touting, capitalist / godless wicked heathen, organ playing romantic (wink) who believes in rock and/or roll, self reliance and, consequently, has no time for your hippie bullshit. Qui Tacet Consentit.
Note: All of the music which appears here is tattooed on glorious vinyl. It has been plucked outta the garbage, mildewed basements, broiling attics, and assorted crawlspaces and has been uploaded free or charge for your listening pleasure (i.e. I play the part of the obsessive lunatic who never gets laid so you don’t have to.).
All music has been recorded with no noise reduction or variable EQ in an effort to preserve the imperfections associated w/ the medium as well as the ravages of time. No copyright/ownership is implied. If by chance you know of, or are yourself affiliated with any members/attractions included herein, then I (and the three people who read this dreck) would love to hear your story. If, consequently, you would like any materials removed, contact me and I will do so, but keep in mind that I reserve the right to call you a dick and out you on this blog. I aint makin’ any money (half of nothin’ is nothin’). Just relax.
"Reynolds charts a "white trash" teenager's harrowing adventures in a wonderfully compelling, powerful, moving, and complex coming-of-age story. Jael helps her mother run a sleazy bar and pool room, all the while fearing the drunken sexual advances of customers who sometimes pass out on the front porch, only to resume drinking in the morning. Her nurturance by the goddess-Mother Earth-Madonna spirit informs the whole novel. She finds this nurturance when she takes comfort from the nearby woods; she finds it in the giant, uprooted oak that provides her shelter when she is seduced and abandoned on an uninhabited swamp island; and she finds it in comforting words from the Virgin Mother's statue in the church in which she discovers work and the power to find peace. Counterpointing Jael's self-redemption, however, is her self-mutilation when in confusion she ritualistically cuts her name into her thigh, gashes her own belly, and gnaws away the skin of her knuckles because it reminds her of penis skin."
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