The Faux Pas Press #25: The World As You Know It

The Faux Pas Press #25

A Weekly Thought

By Jason Fresh

13 March 2010

The World as You Know It

When I was young I used to imagine that the world was a glass sphere ready to break at any moment, a large, rotating, spinning, not-so-stable sphere. I imagined that I was sailing into the Universe at approximately 30 nautical miles per minute, sailing on a sea of glass. There were others. There were mentors, older people that I would catch from the periphery of society, catch out of the corner of my eye who winked at me. “You’re right,” they seemed to say, “don’t believe a fucking thing they tell you. You will become DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. The earth as you know it is a sea of glass. It can be broken whenever you choose.”

I have had many allies in my life. I have believed many lies in my life but what I know now is that we can break it, and sometimes we must, we break it whenever we want.

I watch my wife play video games, I watch my daughter inherit her time. I advise friends about the dangers of driving drunk. I encourage those around me to break the damaging world they have known. Sure, Plato said, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Sure, Andy Warhol said, “Business is the greatest art.” Sure, you have your hands wrapped around the images burnt into the valleys of your fear. What do you know really?

You’ve seen the end of war but you will not empower yourself. You’ve seen the artistic explosion in the middle of the Pacific. You’ve encountered problem after problem after problem. But at the end of the day you are still very scared and disillusioned about your existence.

My friend Ross and I ate Jack in the Box last night. What I love about the Jack in the Crack is that they will serve you a combination items at any time in your existence. I am not just talking about relative time – I am talking about 99 cent tacos whenever and however you want them. I am also talking about Jack in the Smack on a cosmic scale. Do you know how open this place is? They are not open 24 hours a day – no, Jack in the Box has transcended time and space and they are open beyond the stratosphere, they are open in the ubersphere. God eats Jack in the Box. That is how open they are. Those 99 cent tacos (I watch fucking Ross eat 7 of them) are the holy sacrament of the Fold in the Fabric of Night. They are what we now turn to in order to discover what we are and were. I am excited about this. I know that heaven is still in my reach. I am excited about the prospect of eating Jack in the Box. This is the world as I now know it. I broke the sphere. And if you willing burn the bridge between good and evil – you will live. You must do what ever you need to do. You must cleanse your pallet. You must throw lightning.

Lola is my daughter. She sends me love and affection whenever I want it. Kids are so genuinely loving I fear that she may be giving me love when I don’t really deserve it. She might, in twilight of her life say, “Hey, I didn’t really want to love my dad like that. I want my love back. I don’t think Jason Fresh deserved more than a day old tuna fish sandwich and packet of fun dip. He tricked me into loving him more than I should.”

If this is her case, if she feels that her love has been dealt out too frivolously, if she feel that she wants her money back, I will gladly pay her asking price with whatever interest she is after, I will gladly sell the farm and gladly inherit whatever amount of land I can get – probably six feet of land. This is all we need, isn’t it? I will gladly pay her back whatever she is owed because she doesn’t now – nor ever will owe me a single thing. That is what my life is about.

So, today is 12 March 2010. The Fold, a musical project of mine and musician Boo Holtz, planted its ferocious feet on Hawaiian soil last night. We produced a project that brought people to their worst. I’m serious; people were crying, one guy spanked his baby, and the other people fell into a trance-like state that left them all speechless. I wet my pants as I often do. Remember, this is a regular occurrence for me. I am here to quiet everything down, become the artist, and become my daughter’s lost and found.

We played almost the entire Topaz Lounge album. We are going to bring out ourselves. We are going to discover what it means to be us. We are going to discover what it means to have fame and light it on fire – not give a fuck if people ever like or listen to our shit. But there it is. This is The Fold. The world can expect a new album every quarter. We are only about writing new music, putting something else out. We are not about cherishing the glass world that you have built. We are about building the new one – the true one. I hope that you will help us by getting into the Self and banishing the false ego. What about creating a superego built around the projections of the Self – not the projections of the mind?

Lola makes funny sounds. She listens to the sounds we make now too.

So, in the world that you adore, the erasure of the line beneath the X of your suicide amore, there is a lot of fun to be had if you will let go of yourself. The ego decides to ride upon yesterdays wings; the Self decides to ride on tomorrows. Painting things in a new tone of silver, there is hope for tomorrow. There is hope for the personal touch. Hope for the use of the machine in ways to connect that we never dreamed possible. This here, Jason Fresh, is the most personal of all things that we do. This album that we are producing is fresh – aimed at changing the world as you know it.

As always – for you consideration.

Green Lights,

Jason Fresh

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