Yahweh or the highway.

Well, thanks for the info. Reliable information is scarce online, as most message boards about Muslimgauze tend to devolve into pro-/anti-Israel screaming matches.

If fuckin' NPR has all the hot, happening music now, I must be a hundred-and-three years old.

…And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead, is what you're saying.

I've spent much of my life wondering about whether enjoying good art helps make you into a good person. I figure that every soul needs furniture to fill it, so to speak, and so you better get the best stuff available. But then Dr. Mengele whistled the classics of the Western canon while deciding what children he'd…

Muslimgauze is hardly a mass-market kind of artist. The sales of any one of his albums were probably in the low thousands, if not the low hundreds. And his stuff was never really directly political: his output was largely instrumental, though he used radio broadcasts and such as just another instrument/noise element.…

Well, I'm going underground for a while, then. The heat's all over me. See you in the safe house in Beirut. Don't trust anybody and always check to see if you're being tailed.

I'll put my Enduser albums on blast if you want someone to pump the breaks.

This is exactly what illegal downloading was invented for. I think Muslimgauze was one of the best fucking experimental musicians/ sound collage dudes ever — all of his stuff sounds like psychedelic Arabic music drones played through a broken radio — but even if you're pro-Palestinian, his politics were pretty…

I didn't mean to put that across. This guy looks a little like a thrift-shop seventies-era David Bowie, but not, like, in a good way.

Okay, I see what you mean. It's not that people that commit horrible crimes can't seem normal most of the time.

But he seemed so normal.

I'm gonna be the first parent to name my kid "Not Sure."

220 kids named after a Star Wars villain are 220 kids named after a Star Wars villain too many, though. 220 more than I'd expect, anyway.

Good thing you don't have to wake up at 3 a.m. on a frequent basis because little Kylo won't stop screaming his little head off, then.

Like people in the Houston suburbs give a fuck about that, though.

If some guy named "Noah" wanted me to get on board, I would. Just to be on the safe side.

HERCULES! HERCULES! HERCULES! HERCULES!

Rural Alabama? They were hoors.

Someone very tangentially related to me called her daughter "Misty Autumn." I've been saying for years that she'll end up using the name "Susan" in some seedy strip joint.