Showing posts with label animals as leaders. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 11, 2013

FAST TIMES



 
 
I saw a quotation in facebook from Eleanor Longden, "The relevant question in psychiatry is not what is wrong with you, but what happened to you." Eleanor Longden was featured on a recent TED talks. It grabbed ahold of me, I realized that the approach to inner balance throughout my lifetime in Western Civ is peasoup fog, emphasis on something is wrong with you (and me). Religionists are bad to press their agenda, getting somebody saved, essentially saying you are wrong--I have what is right. You know, get right with God. The meaning in this commandment is you are wrong. You don't get it. It's the same with advertising, any kind of coercion. If you can't drive a new Lexus, it's because you don't have enough money. That's what's wrong with you, in this given instance. When your self-esteem isn't the best, that's what's wrong with you. Depressed from failure to find a compassionate reality, that's what's wrong with you. Cops regard you a criminal if you're black, black is what's wrong with you. You (I, everybody) need fixing. The Seventies and Eighties self-help trend was based in the general belief that we are wrong.



Our collective period of social change has been the case throughout the Twentieth Century. Change was the case before, too, but slower. The period of change we're in started about the middle of the Nineteenth Century. The speed of change has increased until by now it seems like changes are happening so fast we can't keep up even mentally. Every field of human endeavor is changing at what seems like the fastest pace ever. The younger generations are keeping up, while the older generations let it go by without notice. This has become the nature of our times. I have entered the zone where I care nothing about keeping up with the latest new thing. I've quit listening to new pop music altogether. It seems like what is happening in pop now, from what little I've heard, is a synthesis of what went before. I've not heard much of anything I'd call new. I'm sure there is quite a lot that is new, I'm just out of the loop and don't hear it. Animals As Leaders is a new sound, though I don't see it opening a new direction in rock, unless they set off a wave of interest in jazz rock, which could happen. I'm sure there are people experimenting, attempting to find a way to take rock to a new level. Maybe it has already happened and I don't have access to hearing it.



We humans are changing to the core of our being, possibly from the core of our being. Depends on how you look at it. It's hard to say what we are searching for collectively. The economy looks like it is caught up in the change now, and religion too. Politics and religion are the slowest to change, possibly because they are based in beliefs that are intangible. Old belief systems are breaking down making way for new belief systems. It's  called learning. We are learning collectively through this time of scientific discovery, technological discovery, biological, archaeological, astronomical and thousands or millions of other kinds of discoveries. As in our individual lives, when we pass the twelfth grade, we move on to college (sometimes). We're moving into a zone of a whole set of new questions on a regular basis. We're changing the ways of seeing ourselves and the world almost daily. In the old-time religion way we are taught to believe we are so low we are worms IN the ground. We're so low we're below the surface of the earth. It's about humility, but we can have humility above ground too. Seeing ourselves as lowly worms is one of the aspects of our lives we brought into this changing time that has gone away. Self-esteem has become important to us. It is possible to have a positive self-esteem and have some humility too. Because I see myself a worm above ground, it doesn't mean I'm being arrogant about it. I just don't feel like living my life in the grave with a long face saying I'll get my reward when I die.



In this changing time we are going through together, all of humanity, even the people in jungles who shoot arrows at low-flying planes, evidently it is a part of the learning process for us to have codes of behavior and belief that say the old ways are wrong and the new ways are right. Political correctness is basically a belief system of respect for others. PC is so pervasive in the middle class, it's like in a classroom where everyone learns the same thing at the same time. Television does this too. A trend like this carries people who don't think for themselves through the change in thinking. They are carried through the time of change without actively participating. It appears that the enword has been targeted as the one word that comes from the old ways, from the time before electricity and oil, the word that stands for all that needs changing from what went before. It tells me the time we're moving into has no place for disrespect, for racism, one of many forms of disrespect. I get the impression that racism must be settled before we can move ahead. It leads me to believe the time that we're going into will have an emphasis on peace, inner peace and peace between self and others. The prophecy says a thousand years of peace. Maybe this is how we go into it, a baby step at a time toward collective self-awareness, the first step. We're abandoning our counter-productive beliefs about self in relation to others.



To make the leap in consciousness we're making collectively, it stands to reason that many of the changes would be conformity issues, the way we learn our social behavior. I'm recalling a time I was visiting friends down the road. A phone call came from school. The boy in first grade told a little black girl she was "just a nigger." All hell broke loose. The kid gets off the bus and walks to the house knowing there's hell to pay. Daddy told him to go to his room, he'd settle with him later. It seemed kind of odd to me for daddy to punish the kid, considering that's the only word for the black race the kid had ever known. He also knew what he was saying. All through his childhood he liked to provoke the rules. He's grown with kids now and still likes to provoke the rules, but in subtler ways that don't get him arrested. If it had been me in the first grade in 1948, everybody around would have laughed. The word had not any of the power it has now. It was like saying an Italian was a dago, an Irishman a mick, a Frenchman a frog, a Mexican a wetback. Then it was slang. I hate to think of what would happen to a kid today for saying the enword. In little more than half a century, all these "slur" words are forbidden. This is how conformity works. Like they say in gangster movies, We can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way. We make it through the change both the easy way and the hard way. The ones slow to catch on are carried along just by living in a society that believes a certain way.

 
 
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Sunday, May 20, 2012

THRICE CONCERT

animals as leaders

animals as leaders

thrice

thrice



Don't know where to start. Left here around 5:30 with Justin driving his truck to Charlotte to the Fillmore on NC Music Factory Blvd. It's been a long time since I've been out in the world. That whole music factory area is a happening place, several live music venues, big parking lot that isn't near big enough, cops sitting around in patrol cars like spiders in window corners waiting for the unaware. The Fillmore is an excellent place for bands. It's a floor about the size of a basketball floor, maybe not quite as long. The stage would be on the middle at the side. Big sound system, computerized lights, the interior ceiling with ducts, pipes, everything painted black. Hardwood floor. The place held several hundred people, all stand-up, no place to sit. It was a comfortable crowd. The place was packed though there was a bit of space between people. I expect it was a bit tight down front where the crush from all the people behind them were pushing unconsciously. I noticed as I stood in place the people in front of me would be about half step further toward the stage than before. I moved about a half step forward enough times that it made me wonder about the people in the crush getting squeezed a little bit more all the time. They love it. Nothing to worry over. It's part of the concert experience.


I loved the music so much tonight it's hard to even start using words. Animals As Leaders knocked my sox off. I believe I need to be finding some recordings by them. They played all instrumental, 2 8-string guitars and a drummer that was all over the drums at all times. He was a powerful drummer. The guitars made sounds and connections you've never heard before. The closest I can get is jazz rock. They are jazzing rock. It's like rock transcending into jazz, its own jazz, not a copy of what we call jazz on the jazz stations. It's like Bill Monroe jazzing old-time tunes and making bluegrass. These guys in Animals As Leaders are making jazz on rock's terms. The two guys, both with 8-string guitars, keep a hard rhythm going with abstract guitar work running with the rhythm. When I say rhythm, I mean with drums all out and a guitar making fast-paced bass rhythms, the other guitar playing really intricate runs on his 8-string. I never tired of listening to them. They have a myspace webpage with samples of their sound. It's new. Always looking for something new in rock. The latest and the newest is its nature.


I'd have been satisfied if Animals As Leaders had been the main band. I was very happy listening to what they were doing.  The crowd liked them too. The first band, O'Brother was a young band, fairly new to opening for a name band. Two Japanese guys played guitars, both with long black hair they slung forward and back continually. They could crank their guitars strings pretty well. The vocalist like to scream a lot. The vocalist for Thrice is a screamer too, like the Used, screaming that is a scream without words. A time in his screaming he was like screaming a song that was no words, just the scream. The audience screamed along with him. It was a scream-a-thon all around me. Some of the songs became a male chorus with the guys in the audience screaming the words along with the screamer on the stage. A guy directly behind me was screaming his lungs out. I saw several guys within 10 feet of me in a half circle screaming every word like they were on stage screaming. That's the kind of audience participation I like, spontaneous.


Thrice had me and the whole audience going, heads bobbing up and down everywhere, hands in the air with the forefinger and little finger up. When I say the people near me were screaming as loud as the screamer on stage and I couldn't hear them, I mean I saw their mouths going and saw the intensity in veins popping out on their faces and necks drawn tight, heard a general chorus that accompanied the sound throbbing from the speakers. The bass player for Thrice was never still for a minute. He had the bass's volume up so high it roared for a long time when he struck a string. When he gets a hard fast rhythm going, something like quadruple time, his bass made the sound all the rest of the band played inside. It was a powerful rhythm band with the drummer keeping a hard rhythm going with the bass that was all over it. The two guitar players both played rhythm and lead alternately. They made the biggest noise they could make with the guitars, often letting them scream from being turned up so high the reverb and distortion were the screams of the guitars. This screaming is something I've been hearing more and more of in rock since the 90s. Rock has served, from the beginning, as a collective, subliminal primal scream. It signals to me something new, rather a new intensity. Rock vocals have always had the scream since Little Richard, though now the wordless scream is replacing words in the vocals. That's the part I find interesting. It mirrors some sort of social change from one generation to the next, as rock changes.


This concert was a birthday present from Justin for my 70th. Went to a Papa Roach concert on the 60th. Transiting a year with a 0 in it can be subconsciously alarming even when it's not consciously so. I go to a rock concert on a decade transiting year to remind myself that I never want to start a sentence, "The kids these days." I looked around at the mostly college age people there, imagining I'm older than the grandparents of nearly all of them. That gave me a kick. I let my white hair shine. It cracked me up being the only one in the place with white hair. I looked at the people there thinking the kids these days are like the kids of my days in late teens, early twenties. It was in that time of my life I was in such inner confusion the inside of my head was opaque. I noticed tonight that in this time of my life,  I am able to let mind take a rest and just focus on the music, listening to the music itself, not a background to mental ongoing aggitation. Several times I'd close my eyes, let the colored lights flash on my eyelids and hear the music raw. Awesome. Truly awesome. Thrice was just the sound I wanted to hear. I wanted music so loud I didn't need ears. I laughed a few times feeling the throbs of the bass and the drums and the other two guitars I wondered if they might set off my defibrillator. There I'd be. Jamming like crazy within, BAM. It didn't happen, but I was never sure it wouldn't.


I loved being among the young rockers. It's not that they make me feel young. Lord have mercy, I was far and away the oldest one in there. That's what it showed me, not that I was trying to fool myself into believing I'm young. I don't want to be young. Been there done that. I looked around at all these people having a great time, the same kind of great time I was having. I'd think, the kids these days, and what I saw was wonderful, beautiful people having a great time together. They looked like cool cats and kittens everywhere I looked. Fact is, they looked like they have a whole lot more on the ball than a group like that of kids my age when I was of that age. In a lot of ways I think the kids today are way advanced beyond the kids of my day. I like their spontenaiety. So many generation gaps between me and the kids these days, the people I saw at the concert, I can't even count the generation gaps. Makes it difficult to connect with someone, because a generation gap amounts to a culture. Lots of cultural changes since Chuck Berry first recorded Maybellene. It's still easy to communicate. I thanked Justin from the heart for this birthday present that may be the best ever. Maybe now I can get to sleep. I attempted sleep, but got up after an hour and started writing this. Maybe I can sleep now.

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