dodge raze they're playing the whitest man in the world on_the_radio today. he calls himself soul brother mike. he's got about as much soul as a second-rate disney villain. he steals from a sound people killed themselves to create, waters down what he can't find inside his own sternum, and sloshes the wet mess around until his tongue turns black. then he spits out three and a half minutes of empty posturing. even the drums sound embarrassed. i listen to him sing, "need a woman who understands," when he's got a wife and a daughter at home, with another kid on the way. after he's left the room, someone with a voice like an awkward hug sings, "you're getting sad that your dad is getting older, while i like to reach over and touch your shoulder." i push her hand away and put a record on. i'm not in the mood to dodge truth bombs from a stranger. it's too early for that shit. 220516 what's it to you? who go blather from