meme by M O Z A R T
Funny autobiographical story, on a sidenote, if you’re in the mood for esoteric musings and musical anecdotes…?
My music name back in about ’04 was originally “Germ and Blossom” after changing it from Tears. My first band name, as a 3-piece punk band in middle school, was actually A.P. (which stood for After Polly; JK it actually stood for “Assassination Politics” named after an obscure song by Moral Crux whom we wrote to back in the early days of the inter*net and they thought it made an excellent band name and assured us 11 or 12 year olds that it would be quite fine to use the name and/but requested we send them some choice NJ salt water taffy as a gesture of good will. I think we never did manage to get them their taffy, being in the dregs of South Jersey and far from the shores, which is really a mediocre excuse because all of NJ is more-or-less in walking distance… No wonder our band broke up!)
“Germ and blossom” was a quote from The Scarlett Letter and a play on the word “germinate” as in seeds sprouting 🌱 and furthermore resonant sonically because my grandmother was a refugee ✡️ from Nazi Germany. And likewise my last name, which comes from the other side of the family, is said to refer to peoples from the Hesse region – which I believe is ironically also the source of the slang word “hessian” oft-used to describe heavy metal kids, and which may or may not have applied to me at various times in my life? 😅 but I digress. Amusingly, the main character of the Scarlet Letter is also named Hester, which wasn’t a conscious parallel in all this).
At the time, I was about 15 or so and hoped in my “naive” romantic little heart that someday “Germ and Blossom” would be a two person group with the as-of-yet-unknown love of my life being my better half; and it would go without saying which of the 2 monikers I was :3
Further digressions… I also loved The Germs in those days (((still think they’re amazing even if Darby’s libra-gone-wild politics were a little unnerving; this was the first wave of punk…what do we expect? Manners?))) and I had a very brief cameo in the film “What We Do Is Secret” An important factoid in the complete unauthorized autobiography of Miss Polly Anna Thrope.
AKA yours truly, but feel free to call me by other names. And no this post hasn’t been authorized. It’s contraband, bootleg, unofficial Napster merchandise. How dare you. Anybody still reading…? I’m sorry it’s hard to tell a normal narrative when you’ve been razed by the avant-garde to have the most meta-meta-metastasis sense of humor on the intergalactic planet. Oops, *raised.
Back to “the story”… When it came time to release my first record, Perestroika (named after Angels in America which I was reading at the time in 2006), I think I realized I needed to tend my own wild garden before that dream could become anything resembling reality. That was more than half my lifetime ago, and I’m still working on it. (I even uWu’d this post, the nerve of me. Positively unsuitable as a suitor.)
Anyhow, I won’t make her join my stupid imaginary band (the unknown love of my life), don’t worry, but… y’know… ifff it happens, I wouldn’t object?
Oh, and in the interest of oversharing (isn’t that what the inter-net is for?), like most Libras (((and many empaths))) I’m more-or-less on the bi spectrum, and welcome any/all pronouns into the fold, but by my nature my life partner will be my opposite polarity. I’m also just not especially promiscuous, and a lot of people get the wrong idea when I say this, but I like to be honest/truthful about my identity in hopes of making others proud to be themselves, whatever shapes and forms that may take.
Oh, and, some time in the last ten years I changed the spelling to blosSsom in honor of the 3 serpents of wisdom, two who together tell the whole truth, and one who tells the lie (or incomplete-truth) – wisdom being the equilibrium between them all as they mediate, balance, and manifest each other’s reality. Sort of like the Peace sign as a trinity ☮️ with one-third being divided into 2 separate pieces of each half; or a diameter with two radians orbing the surface of a sphere, or as Algiz: one way which branches off into 3, or vice versa. And the Yin/Yang ☯️ (two polarities responsible for procreation, with a portal into “each other” and the arcing line that divides them).
“Almost any thing is possible.” After all, as manifestors we walk a fine line between dreams and lies, which we see illustrated in the word be(lie)f, F for Fake, which belies the truth we hope to envision. We put our feelers out, to sense the potential in our possibilities, knowing that distortions can wreak havoc upon what we create…give birth to chaos daemons, who demonstrate the strife that gave life to them (and live is evil in reverse, just like the devil is lived – past tense of live, as in rite NOW.) But without our ability to envision new realities, ideals, and fantasy, who would we be? There is a touch of truth in the lie, a touch of lie in the truth. In re*cognition of this paradox, we evolve.
Love spelled backwards is evol, like evol-ution, love’s solution. Past, present, future is also a trinity…but the moment ((once in the future)) swiftly becomes the past. Is the Present 💝 the only truth, despite how fleeting it is?
‘Tis meant to make your brain hurt, with growing pains. Without letting go of the past, we cannot move forward into the future, and yet without learning from the past we’re doomed to repeat it, and yet without living in the moment we neglect our present. The future can be self-fulfilling prophecy in this way, do you see? Free will, it’s wyrd.
Speaking of Manifest, my original manifesto began like this:
#1) Truth
#2) Beauty
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[ / END oversharing.]