Sour Music
Of a generation
There's a lot of sour music out there, especially with the indie stuff. It's really something I like because it represents the group I grew with, many of whom, not to be dramatic, but to be frank....are dead. And no they didn't party or live it up....they just quite literally wasted away, fighting to work hard, to have some piece of the pie only to be managed in a way that isn't so human, and it's so kind to one's neighbor. And it happened at the hands of people who fly the American flag and act as if their diamond party of trade is a party for all. This just in, it wasn't, and it was at a great cost to all of us, who have been impacted by this mess. And that's even where I take great issue with people out and about driving in their status cars, all smiles, pretending...and I am grateful that the numbers are in, in regards to the deaths. And I am less than amused at how this opioid crisis is framed as a mere addiction or mishap issue. A lot of this stuff was being used by people who were mentally breaking down before they even went for the drugs. And suicide, by opioid is a nice soft ending isn't it. And there is truth, there is questioning, but at the end of the day, what is undeniable is this souring sense, this disbelief, and this strong disconnect between everyone else, in what has been deemed acceptable behavior. And there are those that will thrive in the social scenes, and those in the creative scenes...but the creative ones, these spirited kids...are being treated to a thorough gutting, and looking at the history, understanding why that is, and what is happening to the US....it is indeed a souring. And to simply read the smiles, the happy lives of those who keep calm and carry on it's beyond words. It actually reminds me of an article about the Nazi Olympics, I believe by the New Yorker, in explaining the psychology necessary for mass death to occur, and it starts with this willingness to simply believe everything is okay, all is nice, to tolerate the lack of substance. To see nothing, and assume, it can't be that bad. What's done is done...and that's very much at issue, when the dead die, and in a way where all the warning signals were there, and the life lived of irrational relegation, it's true, if people are will to tolerate a lack of substance, then the death of others is indeed the solution, it's the moment when those who are evil can move on, and the nice nothings that follow can fleece their imprudence in greatness. And in the US, we are already there. Some bad things have happened. A lot of people know it, but there is still this tolerance towards the deaths, like what can you do. They are dead, moving right along. And the divide is deeply ingrained now. It's now simply something that one can mend with a pat on the back and a return to the good times. It's something much more serious than than.
And this music that sours...this sound....It's a good sound to those who understand it. And no we are not rushing into the hands of those who did this to us. They are marked for their deeds, and evil, would be they way of explaining what happened. there's just no other way to me. And to be specific the wealth elites within the US took the bait straight out of a play from the wealthy english landowners playbook, decided to trade on the basis of transaction value, go for that cheap labor, disrupt the circulation of labor and captial within the US (the value smith made clear was the actual wealth of a country), allowed the livliehoods of many American people to be gutted out to the point that they lost their identity, their sense of well-being and happiness. But again, they disappeared into the grey like the Jews among the German Olympics. There was a lack of substance, and once again, we are tolerating it. Those who are getting by, well, they are ready to teach the grey a lesson these days....aren't they. Because that's what makes sense...this newfound way of playing with power...this very anti-american way that these american kids have adopted. It's fascinating...
Let's strike these sour chords...and celebrate....to the reassurances of convenient disappearance, to the reassurances of a brand of humanism that comforts the wealthy and rings hollow to those that have already endured their costs. To the diamond party, and to Rome. The greatness that isn't so great.
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