Wolfgang Bolyai wrote this to his mathematician son regarding Euclid's fifth postulate:

You must not attempt this approach to parallels. I know this way to its very end. I have traversed this bottomless night, which extinguished all light and joy of my life. I entreat you, leave the science of parallels alone....I thought I would sacrifice myself for the sake of the truth. I was ready to become a martryr who would remove the flow from geometry and return it purified to mankind. I accomplished monstrous, enormous labors; my creations are far better than those of others and yet I have not achieved complete satisfaction. For here it is true that si paullum a summo discessit, vergit ad imum. I turned back when I saw that no man can reach the bottom of this night. I turned back unconsoled, pitying myself and all mankind....I have traveled past all reefs of this infernal Dead Sea and have always come back with broken mast and torn sail. The ruin of my disposition and my fall date back to this time. I thoughtlessly risked my life and happiness - aut Caesar aut nihil.

(his son Janos Bolyai would end up disproving the fifth postulate and bringing about non-Euclidean geometry. I found this in Goedel, Escher and Bach, which I'm finally reading)
9:49 PM

Jeffrey Lee Pierce loved blues and heroin, and he brought them together with his band Gun Club. He had been a music critic, and realised that bands got an enormous amount of free drinks bought for them, so he jumped ship to making the music. I desparately love Gun Club. "Blues rock" has always fallen flat for me, it always seems like it's just boring rock and roll covers of blues song - like Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, except they're taking themselves seriously.

Gun Club, on the other hand, they understood the blues, their songs are what Mama Punk sang when she was down and out. Most of their songs were originals, but here's a cover:

Gun Club - Preaching the Blues

(in case you've never heard that song, here's Robert Johnson singing it: Robert Johnson - Preaching the Blues)

You see? You see what I mean? Those are blues sung in the key of rock, not Black Music for White People. I love you, I'm going to give you another Gun Club song:

Gun Club - Sex Beat



Fucking voodoo, man, that's what he was into. He also enjoyed what one reviewer referred to as "hopefully ironic attempts at racism", meaning that he'll shout out I was hunting for niggers! now and then, which can be hard to sing along with. If you want more Gun Club - or any good music at all, I love it when people like music that I like - ask me and I will hook you up.
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