Audioccult Vol. 108: Nihilism is the Norm

“You’re always seeing crashes — every time you drive there’s a crash — there’s a big twisted wreckage of the crash, and nobody seems to treatment, they’re like ‘Oh, I guess I can be late for work. ’” [Laughter.] – Norm MacDonald

The music world has, of late, seen an agonizing rash of artists begging forgiveness for insensitive, childish bullshit. This is boring. Instead of issuing apologies for controversial statements, musicians and musicians should issue further, much more extreme statements. I’d like to throw my hat in the ring with one myself: Norm MacDonald should have his own talk show.

WHOA, now—look at you! All huffin’ and tuggin’ on your Ed Sturdy collar and impatiently adjusting into the aubergine slacks and other stuff that suggests you’re a fancy fop who also devalues good solid comedy and also wears clothes instead of barrels with straps on them, the way folks utilized to when this mortal realm has been less corrupt. Settle back and let me tell you why Norm needs to be delivered on to our screens at a regularly planned time and for free.

Because, you see, any old fool can host a talk show; a few for years. What makes Norm special is definitely his absolute nihilism.

“I come from a long line of loss of life. ” – Norm MacDonald

There’s a have to find meaning in life that is singularly human, and negating that (with or without malice) is widely considered a turn-off. What is it, then, that allows this negation to thrive so richly in our culture? Exactly what inspires us to create images, terms and sounds worshipping destruction? Within pop culture, unlike the rest of tradition, we’re not in the habit of deifying our nihilists. And why exactly should we be? Aside from the fact that the majority of claiming the name are closer to mopey teenagers than existentialists, even the the majority of clever pop nihilist would be a ethnic dead-end. Despite that, and despite our own overall confidence as a human race, we like to terrify ourselves on a daily basis with the thought of our own annihilation: The Russians are coming. The Americans are coming. The terrorists can touch us at any time. We aren’t permitted to come. There are weapons, and frontrunners, and they are not Ours. We fetishize the incomprehensible End because we all fear it. Approached with a pair of tweezers and a microscope, this try to “solve” the unsolvable is strange indeed. More, it’s even fairly gruesome—mankind’s attempt to place itself away from natural order of things. Encircling itself with images of loss of life is rather like a large-scale jack ’o’ lantern display, totems to scare off the real bogeyman. In every beautifully-rendered exploding market or reverb-drenched industrial shriek is emblazoned the words, “The unknown terrifies me. ”

That’s where Norm comes in. He has a knack for encapsulating the human condition—one of finish and hopeless misery, where the average Joe can only find release from low-grade drudge by either savaging his fellow beings or by sitting down alone in the dark with wads of cloth stuffed in every hole to help keep in what should stay in and keep out the same. His casual rambling might not appeal to the stuffed jackdaws of society, but to my unshod hearing it’s aural manna.

“They want to murder a person in a well. ” – Norm MacDonald

In the dream, I ride a crest of light upon the detritus of man, represented primarily as an HD inverted sneaker logo. Because my surroundings disappear, I am able to reach out and touch the Truth that negates negation. As I do I realize that, in knowing everything, there is no reason to know anything. Life without questions plus entropy is pointless. Perhaps because of this , we’re so fascinated by our own mess up, by the idea that values and existence itself either don’t exist or even shouldn’t. Propped up by our own existential night lights, we’re all secretly trying not to bore ourself to death. Let Norm help.

Give Norm the particular show.

“We’re all in free of charge fall towards an abyss of death and trying to reach out plus try and connect with someone to ignore that just seems pathetic, somehow, plus trying to do anything is useless because any fraction of infinity is functionally zero. ” – Norm MacDonald

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