at Salt Creek Falls near Oakridge, Oregon
Brass band marches written in another century (John Philip Sousa, et al), I absolutely love. Give me some horns and snare drums. Give me Seventy-Six Trombones and Stars and Stripes Forever.
Sappy, sentimental, slow songs about America can fuck right off the planet. They’re the reason I can’t watch fireworks displays on TV with the sound on.
What if humans, long before recorded history, had originally evolved to have thousand-year lifespans, or mind-reading powers, but then someone had sex with an orangutan and contracted some kind of primate venereal disease which spread throughout all humankind, shortened our lifespans, and made us lose our telepathic ability?