And jazz and calypso did have relations with the American R&B, while gospel watched from the edge, and this did make ska and ska begat rocksteady and rocksteady begat reggae and reggae did menage a trois with punk and with rock and roll and this consort did begat The Police.
And The Police was good.
And though they did sound very much of the 1980s and yeah did their considerable musical talent and global popularity did cloak the lyrical sweep of one Sting, the group’s lead singer, guiding force, and prime commercial draw.
The best trio in all of rock music. Yes.
Bass, guitar, drums.
Yet one of their most enduring songs is synthesizer-focused.
Talent will out.
Daring is rewarded.
But I wonder: is this still true?
Never before have we possessed so much, lived so long, and dared so little.
Has our spirit been buried by this material world?
Do our own creations keep us locked in?
You need to earn a few extra dollars? Simple. Drive an Uber! Need to get anywhere? No problem. Hail an Uber! Oh, but you’ll need a phone to do that. That’s mandatory. But those are made in anti-democratic China for the world’s richest corporation.
We are connected, that’s not the same as free.
We have access, that’s not the same as talent.
The world is at our fingertips yet we risk nothing.
Even the music’s gone safe.
“Spirits in the material world.”
How can this be?
We should be the most capable, most fit, most aware, most alive, most ready — the apex of human evolution and technological advancement.
Sense greatness permeating around the world?
Where did it go?
Our self-inflicted and fully consensual reduction in human grandness, leading us not into ascension but deeper into hibernation.
The body electric, static.
Ghosts in the machine.
See me, hear me, touch me. I am your screen.
Stay seated before me.
“Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it’s something we can’t buy
There must be another way”
We need to set our spirit free.
But I am not sure I know how.
Move our eyes from the screen, possibly?
Prioritize the physical over the digital, perhaps?
Surround ourselves with less, maybe?
Welcome suffering, I fear?
Does my spirit need to be awakened, I wonder?
Stop asking questions. All you get are answers.
Look where that’s led you.