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@jackfeerick.bsky.social
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Proofreader. Editor. Musician. Badger at the teddy bear's picnic. Antifascist, anticapitalist; but I repeat myself. I don't know if love is guaranteed going to save us, but I'm pretty sure it's the only thing that might. He/him linktr.ee/jackfeerick
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jackfeerick.bsky.social
YOUR OCCASIONAL REMINDER that I'm a working musician, and I am OPEN FOR AUDIO COMMISSIONS! Podcast themes, ad jingles, short film STs, V/O, theater soundscapes, what have ye. Samples in yonder link! Diverse styles, affordable rates. No job too small. Get in touch via the Linktree in my bio! 💋
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Singer - composer - multi-instrumentalist now accepting commissions for tiny songs. Pop and jazz styles, leaning toward the lush vocal harmonies of classic radio jingles. No job too small! • Custom r
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jackfeerick.bsky.social
The content mill model was bad enough when it ostensibly produced by human hacks. So great that we're boiling the seas to produce reams of text whose only purpose is to enrage me personally
jackfeerick.bsky.social
Like, did you know there's a popular line dance set to Steve Earle's "Copperhead Road," which is "a popular story-song about a man named John Lee Pettimore III who loves to dance and party with his friends"?
jackfeerick.bsky.social
Hardly a novel observation, but: My GOD, the proliferation of LLM sloptext is making the Internet so much less usable and useful. Just a flood of noise drowning out any useful signal. e.g. Any list-shaped search term, especially popcult-related, is guaranteed to return you absolute clown shit
jackfeerick.bsky.social
buh gawd, that's Farts Johnson's music!
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Humanities majors know that they don't have the knowledge base to do engineering; but engineers don't know that they don't know enough to do humanities.
pookleblinky.bsky.social
Think about how for decades, one of the ingredients of a crackpot was: retired engineer.

Retired engineers, for *generations* have been a fertile ground for crackpot theories in everything.

They get that golden watch and bam, incoherent manifesto about quantum archeology inbound.
jackfeerick.bsky.social
The core message is the same as the "Who Goes Nazi?" essay.
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chancesecond.bsky.social
“Hot damn this sleigh ride isn’t looking too hot for your boy Ethan Frome”
jackfeerick.bsky.social
Tonight was not a *cool* gig by any stretch of the imagination, but we played our tails off and left everybody happy. Don't uncool people deserve happiness, too?
jackfeerick.bsky.social
But Doctor, "Pagliacci" is the title of the opera, not the name of the clown, and frankly the fact that you would make such an amateur mistake gives me cause to doubt your judgment as to the best course of treatment
jackfeerick.bsky.social
But doctor, I *am* Pagliacci!
jackfeerick.bsky.social
But I am *wrung,* for about fifty different reasons, and the switch feels like it's gonna be sticky.
jackfeerick.bsky.social
Playing a show always means flipping a switch -- I call it "getting into character." The outfit goes on, the shades go on, and here comes Mr. Dynamite, the hardest-working ham in show biz, international fun boy and jive-talking ringmaster of my very own rock 'n' roll circus.
jackfeerick.bsky.social
I really don't know how I feel about heading off to play a gig tonight when I have been on the verge of tears for like the last two weeks
jackfeerick.bsky.social
Some good (or at least hopeful) news coming through in the last few days. So yeah, Universe, I see you, and I appreciate the effort. Keep up the good work, keep the good energy coming, and together I believe we can turn this thing all the way around.
jackfeerick.bsky.social
Hey, Universe, if you could stop piling horrific shit on my friends and the people I love, that'd be great. I mean, whatever point you're trying to make, I think we all fucking get it already
jackfeerick.bsky.social
ROCK THE FUCK ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I'm so happy for you! Here's to a new chapter, and hopefully putting some of this this shit in the rear-view mirror.
jackfeerick.bsky.social
All I'm saying is Lucy Lane damn well better be in the next SUPERMAN movie
jackfeerick.bsky.social
But Möther, the yearning
I yearn för the höle, Möther
jackfeerick.bsky.social
I hope the windows in the Oval Office open, cos there's gonna be some pootin' in the West Wing, and I don't mean Vladimir
jackfeerick.bsky.social
Make peace with your god, therefore,
Whatever you conceive him to be:
Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
jackfeerick.bsky.social
This, if it comes through, will be a hard left turn from writing and editing. Like, the hardest left turn imaginable... but something I think I would find meaningful. I don't want to say more right now, but I appreciate any and all thoughts, good vibes, and prayers to deity(ies) of your choice.
jackfeerick.bsky.social
*shrugs* Shouldn't have been a selfish piece of shit your whole life, my man. Sucks to be you.
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ironspike.bsky.social
Oh those NYC buses crammed to the gills with Rockefellers, their diamond stickpins poking one another, their monocles tangled
sregorn.bsky.social
great post sir, keep saying shit like this
jackfeerick.bsky.social
I will just say that it is a profoundly odd thing to be job-hunting at fifty-eight years old with no marketable skills except those with which you have carved out the niche whose collapse you are currently attempting to escape