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Bring out your dead! (I need content) – Matt Zane

Let me get something out of the way: Matt Zane is a feckless clout goblin.

Now, your first question might be: who the hell is Matt Zane? And honestly, fair.

Matt Zane is a music video director, video editor, “suspension artist,” and sometimes musician. He is probably best known for his directorial work with Static-X and Dope, largely because his own band, Society 1, never reached anywhere near the same level of visibility.

So why am I calling him a feckless clout goblin?

Zane’s latest grasp at relevance is an upcoming documentary about the lives of the late Wayne Static and his late wife, Tera Wray Static. In his own words, the film will capture the couple “as themselves, madly in love, obsessed with each other, in a wild world that they created.”

On the surface, that may sound harmless enough. Maybe even sweet. But look beneath it for more than five seconds, and the cracks are not only visible – they’re practically waving at you.

The contention at the center of Zane’s push to get this documentary made is that Wayne and Tera wanted him to do it. We will get back to that point later.

For many fans, that seems to be enough.

But at the end of the day, what the fandom wants does not matter if their families do not want the documentary released. Both Wayne and Tera’s families have repeatedly said they oppose the documentary, even going so far as to serve Zane with a cease and desist – which he promptly declared he would not be honouring.

“This won’t stop me,” said Zane. “I’m ready and willing to take this as far as it goes. If it ends up in court, so be it. This movie will be made and released if it’s the last thing that I do.” – Metal Injection

Which is certainly one way to respond to grieving families asking you to stop using their dead loved ones for content. Nothing says “respectful tribute” quite like telling the families of your dead friends that their objections are irrelevant and you’ll drag this thing into court if necessary.

While I’m at it, let’s really examine Zane’s claim that Wayne and Tera asked him to make this movie.

Could that conversation have happened? Sure. Absolutely. I’m not here to pretend it’s impossible.

But “they said I could” is not the end-all, be-all defense Zane seems to think it is. Consent is not a magical hall pass you get to wave around forever, especially when the people involved are dead and cannot clarify, retract, contextualize, or object to how their lives are being packaged now.

And given that Wayne and Tera were, by many accounts, deep in addiction during the later years of their lives, it is fair to ask whether they were in any position to fully understand what they were agreeing to – assuming they agreed to it at all. Would a fully sober Wayne and Tera have agreed to this? Maybe, maybe not. They aren’t exactly here to tell us, are they?

That context matters even more when you look at the timeline. Zane has described the footage as covering the period after Wayne left Static-X through as late as 2014. Wayne died of a drug overdose on November 1 of that same year. In other words, this documentary would not simply be chronicling Wayne and Tera “as themselves, madly in love.” It would be chronicling some of the worst, most unstable, most vulnerable years of their lives.

And even that could be valid if their story were being treated with compassion and care. But that does not appear to be what is happening. Zane seems to be making a candy-coated fantasy that frames Wayne and Tera’s story as some kind of Y2K Sid and Nancy myth: doomed, glamorous, chaotic, and romantic in a way that makes for good marketing but terrible truth.

And there is a very ugly difference between honouring someone’s life and making their collapse look cinematic.

A few people on my Facebook page have argued that this is not really all that different from the final documentary made about Ozzy Osbourne. And I understand the comparison on the surface. It hurts to see an icon in the final years of their life. That is not how most fans want to remember someone they loved or admired.

But there is a difference between documenting someone’s decline as part of an honest, compassionate portrait and packaging someone’s worst years as aesthetic content. Ozzy’s story, painful as it may have been to watch, was presented as part of his life, his family, his legacy, and the reality of what he was going through.

Wayne and Tera’s story, at least from what Zane has shown so far, seems to be treated less like a legacy and more like an opportunity: a way to attach himself to Static-X’s renewed visibility, sell a tragic love story, and frame two deeply vulnerable people as doomed rock-and-roll mythology.

Ozzy’s documentary was deeply sad. Zane’s project looks opportunistic. Those are not the same thing.

As I cannot possibly cover every reason this is a bad idea in one post, I’ll continue in Part 2 with the slew of accusations Matt Zane made on my Facebook page, including his claim that Edsel Dope and the surviving members of Static-X alienated Wayne and Tera’s families and turned them against his movie.

I’ll also address the common rallying cry from Zane’s fanboys: that the rebooted Static-X is somehow defacing Wayne’s memory.

Stay tuned.

Categories anti maga music

It’s a Sin

Some people get very weird when you tell them that values affect what you support.

When MAGA does it, of course, it’s apparently fine. When they boycott a beer, an actor, a candy mascot, or an entire movie because something had the audacity to be “woke,” we’re all supposed to accept it without question.

But when the rest of us say, “Actually, I prefer supporting people whose beliefs don’t make my skin crawl,” suddenly we’re being dramatic.

Let me tell you something.

I love Ghost. I know. Shocker.

There are a lot of reasons why I love Ghost. I love the music. I love the theatrics. The lore is interesting, but I can take or leave it. Tobias Forge also seems like a genuinely cool, thoughtful person. He has inspired me a lot in my own journey as a content creator and in my own artistic projects.

Tobias is also very vocally anti-Trump. And, as you may have noticed, so am I.

This is where MAGA gets it very wrong, because they think we are as shallow as they are.  Is Tobias being anti Trump the only reason I like him? No. I liked Ghost long before I knew much about his politics. But does it help?

Oh, absolutely. But it doesn’t necessarily mean I am bound to like him.

Someone can agree with me on every major issue and still make music I do not want to listen to, movies I do not want to watch, books I do not want to read, or content I do not find interesting. Political agreement is not a substitute for talent. It is not a substitute for taste. It is not a magic spell that makes me suddenly enjoy something I do not enjoy.

But politics can absolutely change how I feel about supporting someone. Because now, it’s not just politics. It’s a question of morality. For better or worse, your political stance tells me a lot about you. And that will for sure affect where my money goes.

Some people would ask why that matters. What do someone’s values have to do with their art?

Honestly, why shouldn’t it matter?

People love to make the disingenuous argument that MAGA supporters are being cut out of people’s lives over simple “political differences.” But there is a very big difference between “this person does not agree with me politically” and “this person supports things I find genuinely abhorrent.”

At a certain point, this stops being a normal political divide. It’s a question of morality vs. cruel and evil.

There is MAGA, and there is basic decency. They are not the same. You cannot build your politics around cruelty and then act offended when people notice.

If someone supports cruelty toward immigrants, attacks on LGBTQ+ people, forced birth, book bans, authoritarian power grabs, conspiracy theories, white grievance politics, and the cultish worship of Donald Trump, I am not obligated to treat that like a quirky difference of opinion. And honestly? Not all opinions are welcome. If your opinion is rooted in cruelty, I don’t have to act like it’s valid or worth hearing.

That is not “we disagree on policy.”

That is “we do not share the same moral universe.”

And yes, that absolutely matters.

I have stopped supporting people over this. I have stopped listening to bands, watching actors, buying products, and giving my attention to people once I found out their values were not just different from mine, but actively opposed to the kind of world I want to live in.

When I found out Koichi Fukuda from Static-X was a Trump supporter, I made the difficult decision that I did not want to keep supporting Static-X with my time, money, and attention.

Was that fun?

No. Of course not.

I liked Static-X. I had history with that music. I did not wake up one day saying “You know what sounds fun? Cutting out something from my life”.

I’m not going to pretend something does not bother me just because I used to like the songs. I am not going to shrug and say, “Well, the riffs are good,” as if that magically erases what my support is helping sustain. I saw Static-X in 2023, and sadly that’s going to be the last time I see them. Because the truth is, the money I spend on concert tickets is lining the pockets of a person who has disgusting views. And I’m not okay with that, nostalgia be damned.

That is the part people love to ignore when they accuse you of being “dramatic” or “too political.” They act like walking away from something you liked is some gleeful little power trip, when most of the time it … just sucks.

That is the choice people keep pretending we are not allowed to make. I can appreciate what something meant to me once and still decide I do not want to carry it forward with me. Or even better: find a band I like even more that also happens to align with my values.

And before someone asks: would I still support Ghost if Tobias Forge turned out to be a right-wing nut?

Nope.

That is the part people like to pretend is irrational.

It is not.

Like everyone else, I only have a finite number of hours in the day. I only have so much money, attention, energy, and goodwill to give. I do not want to spend any of it helping people who support cruelty, authoritarianism, bigotry, or the cultish worship of men like Trump.

MAGA understands this perfectly well when they are the ones doing it. They have no problem supporting people who align with their weird, cruel, authoritarian little worldview. For all their bluster about “facts don’t care about your feelings,” they become suddenly, violently emotional the second someone uses their platform to criticize their cult leader.

So why are the rest of us supposed to pretend values do not matter?

They clearly do.

Do you want your money going to people who support things you oppose? Do you want your clicks, streams, attention, and enthusiasm helping people whose beliefs make the world worse?

I don’t.

When I buy a concert ticket, I am not just buying two hours in a venue. I am helping make the next tour possible. When I buy merch, I am not just buying a shirt. I am putting my money behind the thing. When I recommend an artist to other people, I am lending them a little piece of my own credibility.

That matters to me.

And I am not going to pretend it doesn’t.

So yes, when someone is openly on the right side of history: against cruelty, against authoritarianism, against the miserable anti-woke grievance machine … it makes me more likely to support them.

Buying merch. Buying concert tickets. Watching their movies. Streaming their music. Buying their products. Recommending them to other people.

There might be MAGA reading this thinking, “Well, fine. I’m going to support people who believe in MAGA values even harder, just to spite you.”

God, I hope you do.

Please. Spend every penny you have on the next Donald Trump grift, the next aggressively horrible Morgan Wallen album, the next Kid Rock booze cruise. Buy the commemorative coins. Buy the ugly shoes. Buy the red hats. Buy the Bible with Trump’s name slapped on it. Buy tickets to see whatever washed-up celebrity is currently yelling about “freedom” at a 10k a plate dinner at Mar-a-Lago.

That will show us.

Yep, I encourage it! Support whoever you want. Spend your money wherever you want. Stream whatever makes your little flag fetishizing heart happy.

But don’t get in your feelings when the rest of us do the same. When we turn away from artists that support hateful things. When we choose not to spend our time, money, and attention on people who are actively making the world worse.

You are allowed to support people who reflect your worldview.

I am allowed to find that worldview repulsive, and look elsewhere.

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