OUR INSANELY GREAT AWAKENING

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DON’T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP

“Now my hair has turned to silver. All my life I’ve loved in vain. I can see her star in heaven. Blue eyes crying in the rain.”

Loss, the rapid passage of time, death. Remarkable how we humans are able to fill our short lives with so many moments of beauty. More remarkable still that great artists like Willie Nelson can create beauty from all life’s moments of pain.

The universe may not care, but I do.

ONLY IN YOU I AM COMPLETE

This is the U2 sound before we knew such a thing would captivate the world.  Piercing guitar cutting throughout the land, driving bass embedding its flesh-memory into our bones, that entrancing hard beat and the soaring, preening yet earnest vocals of lead singer, Bono.

If they did not self-destruct, it was obvious then that they would be stars for years, maybe decades.

Perhaps their faith, or certainly the faith and values that permeated their young lives, strengthened them against all the temptations that devoured so many other young stars.

“Gloria in te domine. Gloria exultate. Oh Lord, if I had anything, anything at all, I’d give it to you.”

I NEED YOU SO BAD

A surrounding crescendo of glorious noise and dark joy. You know you don’t belong here, you don’t care.

Capitalism is a fierce, never-tiring always-learning meta-system which quickly discovered that money could be made in selling food and leisure and joy and comfort and kept getting better at this, and better and better, and better, to where it seems as if there’s a affordable, available, accessible addiction-compulsion-desire-need for each of us, all of the time, no matter where we turn, no matter who we are with, there it is, and there, and there, no escape, but why escape when it feels tastes hurts so good?

“Yes, I got a black magic woman, got me so blind I can’t see.”

The cool rhythmic Latin brilliance of Carlos Santana, fused with the great streams of American music, rock guitar and jazz, so wonderful, so complete that nobody even remembers this was originally sung by Fleetwood Mac.

Be careful. As INXS warned, every single one of us, the devil inside.

LETTING THE DAYS GO BY

“And you may ask yourself, what is that beautiful house?

And you may ask yourself, where does that highway go to?

And you may ask yourself, am I right? Am I wrong?

And you may say yourself, “My God! What have I done?”

Man’s ontological uncertainty is clear and present, a palpable longing and a fearing knowing. Why are we here, what should we do, what have we done?

Talking Heads drilled into this essence in music and lyric perhaps better than has ever been done before or since and now, nearly 40 years later, the artifice is cracked, the facade has fallen, no one can deny, and the entirety of the past shall no longer serve us.

Maddening, yes, but also exhilirating.

DOWN BY THE WATER

“Oh help me, Jesus, come through this storm.”

The searing, deliberate talent of PJ Harvey reminds us that we collect and possess many thoughts, some clinging to us, unchosen, unwanted.

We do not have to feed them.

WITH A CROSS HELD HIGH IN HAND

Imagine creating one lasting masterpiece, each time it’s looked upon, listened to, humans are moved. What a glorious blessing.

Genesis achieved this more than once.

“Lord of Lords, King of Kings, has returned to lead his children home, to take them to the new Jerusalem.”

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