Mahashmashana

Father John Misty’s new album came out near the end of 2024. I’m a fan (bordering on a stan) with this singer / songwriter. Besides his incredible lyrical chops and senior class snark, FJM shares a birthday with the late great James Brown, Machiavelli, Bing Crosby, Christopher Cross…and me. ’m no astrologer and a very poor astronomer, but I know my birthday and time (roughly). I can find the Big & Little Dipper on a clear night, even with a THC addled brain. 

So what does it all mean? On the one hand, absolutely nothing. From an astrological point of view, we are all cogs in the universal grind of existence. In the timeline of the universe, meaning means naught. As for our terrestrial, mortal struggles, in the here and now, you are reading my words and making conclusions. I’m riffing on myself as much as anything else. This is the nature of writing much less blogging around. Maybe I’m trying to crack the code to creative nature, a seeming oxymoronic term at best. A recent study suggests every cell of ours contains a bit of consciousness housed within. So atom level thoughts may balloon into emotional inspiration stemming from your liver, skin, etc. But you’ve got to follow through and make those itchy feelings into the physical or else they dissipate like smoke blown skyward. The Taurus gets it done. Their suborn nature serves them.

All my birthday buddies above are wordsmiths. Some only write it down to have others sing it while some compose and spit it out themselves. These are the levers these verbal, emotional puppet masters have used to move the world around. That’s the craft. The spells they cast. What might have been considered witchcraft or sorcery in these times is known as art with a side of commerce. While some build housing structures, motorcycle engines or business plans, this bull herd constructs castles in the sand from head-in-the-cloud visions. I am constantly shooting for this type of alchemy every time I sit down to write anything at all. Not afraid to refer to myself in the third person, Primo rambles with the best of them. Considering the cosmic dust and material I’m was put together with, it is my nature

As for Mahashmashana, go fucking get the album. It’s 1970s influenced sounds are rehashed for these dark, uncertain times. Trust me, it won’t leave you low. Listen up! I won’t sherpa you wrong. This comes from someone who likes to get high. Listen up, stay awake and look both ways before you cross the street.