A few nights ago, on his radio show, Matt Drudge played a clip of filmmaker David Lynch talking on Dutch television about several 9/11 conspiracy theories, such as how the towers crumbled like a controlled demolition project, or that the size of the hole in the Pentagon was allegedly too small to have been created by a Boeing 757. Unsurprisingly, Drudge berated him for even considering the theories. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but it was your basic, right-wing, reactionary, “don’t-question-authority” rant you would expect from a Matt Drudge type.

Have you noticed how every song written about September 11 sucks major ass juice? Writing songs about 9/11 is cheap. Who needs original thought when all you have to do is regurgitate September 11 catchphrases and suddenly you got tears flowing and hands holding and voices singalonging and people applauding you for displaying such meaningful sorrow. It’s like when the opening band shouts out the name of the headliner because it’s a guaranteed reaction-getter.

For two straight evenings, I traversed a maze of web rings like Songs of Memory and Heal the Pain We Bear – consisting of dozens and dozens of obscure, mediocre artists. For two nights, Woodbridge red at my side, I listened to their laments about September 11, 2001. Oh Christ, how I twisted in my headphones; each website, each song – just another jagged stone in an avalanche of suck.