More Is Less

Click the arrow in the upper left corner to access the sidebar, and click on 'Archives' to see the struggle I've been reporting here for the last few weeks.

If anyone with the power to deal with this is reading, police, lawyers, the Chairman of the People's Republic of China, Her Majesty, anyone, I hope you will help me out. If Her Majesty is reading, she must know that I twice pledged allegiance to her for my old government contracts in Toronto with the feds and the provs. As such, I am prohibited from writing punk rock. I can listen to it, but that's all. That's the agreement. And in return, she must arrest Blue Rodeo if they try to play my songs in her theatre. I won't break my oath. I don't know how often her CBC staff have consciously desecrated hers and her ancestor's name with fraud performances at all the Queen Elizabeth Theatre's around the world, however. I'm pretty sure they broke theirs.

Police, there's another assault with my music or image. I'm greeted by the same phrase by every passer-by again. What did you do in 2007 when all this started? Look the other way? What direction is that? The direction of the bank of Dick Cheney and WEA Music?

Lawyers, I won't bother asking for your help anymore. I went to you in 2007 and gave you a big disk full of evidence to stop everything that happened to me afterwards for the next eleven years. And you already told me that I don't have enough money to sue broadcasting corporations. But it looks like a lot of you were very busy making others look respectable with my music and comedy since then. Perhaps you found it more of a challenge, as well as more lucrative.

Readers, how many of you read every word of these posts eleven years ago and then forgot I wrote them the instant they came out of a star's mouth on TV? Not very encouraging for an author.

I've decided to take a break from adding new posts and work at home for a while. Before I go, I'd like to talk about sharing my songs on YouTube, something which is often forgotten here, where I collect and store my other creative works.

I've been sharing on YouTube for eleven years. I started with a spurt in 2007, which partly consisted of songs I'd written earlier, like 1992's Free. Free's a bit slower than normal for me, but let's take it as an average post for this argument. It's not just a song, but a good song, I think. Don't you? It's a pleasant work of music that might even be appreciated by fans outside of rock. It flatters my voice when I blast it out in my upper range. My experience from playing it in Toronto venues in the 90's was that it guaranteed a warm response. So, when I shared the song on YouTube in 2007, I was reaching out to friends and trying to please them.

And what happened to my good song on YouTube? Who wants to call me foof with it? Why do they always think that combining a one-syllable word with a jail word is clever? They don't sound like my crowd. Why do they want to insult me with something I shared to please them? Aren't they my friends? My friends come here to receive the pleasures afforded them by my efforts. Who else would be here? Just people who get pleasure from cruelty, right? People who want to take my gifts and use them to inflict pain and suffering on me; suffering of the type I've been describing every day for the past week or so.

I know that such people went back to prison, but I gather it wasn't before I had to suffer some more of his cruelty, which I first complained about in 2007. And I cannot think of a greater perversion of this song from my free heart than to turn it into the anthem of the prick who already went to prison for stealing it and a whole pile of others. Not only that, but he doesn't sing it right. It's not supposed to be Tony Bennett, it's me, damn it. What an abomination.

Don't let this old news push out the memory of the dozens of cruel others like him who've been foiled by my songs and blogs since 2010, many of whom remain listed on my Copyright Issues page. Any deaths I may hear about from their lot will only bring relief. Given the losses they've inflicted on my righteous truth, maybe an avenging angel of God will visit each of them on my behalf.

I can tell that the meaning of my text posts has also been badly compromised. For instance, readers of my poem, the Mammals, would note that the primate's first assignment in school was to imitate his neighbour. Yeah, monkeys imitate. That's what that says. But if you think it should only be recited out loud while someone else in a silly costume distracts you, like NBC does, then you may never read it and be able to think about how maybe we do, in fact, imitate too much. And what happens then is best expressed once in unison, rather than having to hear it repeat from one end of the imitation chain to the other. Trust me.

If I could go back to 2007, I'd share a lot less music. Less music would have given less hard work of mine for them to turn into customized torture instruments. The same goes with my other good works. The best protection would have been to leave most of my good things offline. For that reason, I've been holding back my new songs, like Simper, while I've continued to inadvertently reproduce old comedy scripts and cartoons right up to my last comedy post. Although such aggressive assaults would drive many people to delete their YouTube account, which was my first recourse in 2007, I clearly see now that it's too late to erase your posts once you share them.

I think I may know some of the story that was spreading to explain why he had my music. It would all have been contradicted by my notice in my profile, where it says, 'call the police.' If I made some deal to give someone my music, I'd have to change that notice, wouldn't I? I hope it will be enough to argue for me in my absence because I need to take a break from all this absurd abuse. Even as I type this, I sense a new assault. Maybe my nerves are just shot. Anyway, call me when they're done assaulting me. And don't worry, I'll never go away. I'm held hostage here.

2:54pm: By 'held hostage', I mean that if I try to withdraw from the internet like I did in 2007, they'll tell you I was 'forced' to do it by the police. And how does a nasty crew of production scabs with lengthy criminal records explain why I don't have to erase it now? Do they think all this is here for them to say, 'let's review the thief'? Why doesn't an officer of the law explain to these people how he would beat the shit out of me and make me erase all my statements if they were false? Where was everyone yesterday at this location? Sunday's normally crowded here. I need to re-scan my cartoon now. Last one was a little out. And I won't hold my breath waiting for any good justice over this. I just hope you can understand why I'd be reluctant to share any good new work now, if I can ever catch up with my old posts. And I hope you can finally see why I withdrew from the internet in 2007, to escape assaults from online predators who think I'm weak after they gang up on me.

Yes, and for people who are impressed by people reading my statements as their own - just to look intelligent, I'm told - have a look at me reciting one of my poems. I think my poems sound better.

If you're a rock music fan, ask your station who wrote the good sounding songs you're hearing them impress you with live concert recordings now. Is it the same poor bastard who wrote all the ones like that here? Ask them, for me, why their bands tend to sound best on their first few albums and then suddenly have nothing, as if they ran out of talent, much like their 2007-2010 CRYSTALIDS! would have sounded if they'd succeeded in murdering me with Dateline's help. I'm sorry for your loss if you feel cheated by such radio favourites, but please take it up with them. They're very aggressive criminals and I could not prevent their assault.

Just one last note about who to blame for my responses here. Did I bring this most recent assault on myself? Access this blog's 'Archives', as I've suggested at the top. You'll see that I was minding my own business, drawing a cartoon, when I was suddenly assaulted with prison slurs from a crowd of strangers. It turned out to have been caused by a repeat violator of my music. All I've been doing is defending myself since then. I think I deserve a break from another bout of this now. I'll add anything old I reproduce as I come across it at home.

5:33 pm: I should close by saying that there are some very exciting women going to the library these days. I'm sure I can find other reasons for going there than this blog.

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