Showing posts with label changing times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label changing times. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A MOMENT IN TIME

     ernest trova, falling man





Earlier, I heard myself talking to myself in my head say, "By this time in my life I know what's important."
I thought, "Really? Is that barking to hear your head roar? Or do you really think you know?"
"Yeah," I thought, "I know. Wouldn't have said it if I didn't?"
"Is that a fact? Tell me another good one."



The answer to the question of what is important, my assessment is that mountain music is important. It is important because it carries the living spirit of mountain culture. As the culture fades away, pushed aside by corporate pop culture and mass merchandising, television, the old-time religion continues to be the spirit of the culture. Old-time music carries the spirit of the culture, too. As long as there are Primitive Baptist and Regular Baptist churches the spirit of the culture will continue. It's the same with old-time music carrying the culture. Fiddlers conventions, dances, jams keep the music going. As people change, the ways of the churches change and the ways of playing the music changes. It has changed in the way it was played all along over the last two and a half centuries. Mandolins have been creeping into old-time bands over the last several years. It used to be that when somebody asked the difference between bluegrass and old-time, I'd sometimes say, the mandolin. When a mandolin is in the band, it's bluegrass. That rule of thumb doesn't apply any more. Everything changes.



I believe the spirit of the people of these mountains is important. Changing culture has changed away from the pre-electricity culture that was in these mountains. The spirit of the culture continues to live, even though the culture is largely gone. But not entirely. And I don't believe it will ever be gone entirely. This pop civilization that has replaced all traditional cultures, Italian, Korean, Hebrew, Ukrainian, Tunisian, Ethiopian. We have pockets of all these cultures being erased from one generation to the next as they're absorbed by the pop corporate culture that is inclusive, incorporates everything, even what's opposed to it. It's like rock & roll in that way, the way it incorporates everything it's exposed to. I have a feeling, without a lick of certainty, that this television culture that has become homogenized American culture won't last a great deal longer. I've an idea it's transitional.



The old traditional cultures all around the globe have to go. We are now in the Age of Electricity and will always have electricity into the future. The traditional ways from before the coming of electricity, Prometheus unbound, evidently have to go completely away. Everything is different now. The entire surface of the moon photographed. Possibly the entire planet Mars is photographed by now. Earth is completely photographed. The planets only slightly known before electricity, except by astrology, but intimately known by now, scientifically, thanks to electricity and oil, the planets are so closely studied by now by means unavailable before electricity and oil.



There is coming a time the oil is going away. We'll always have electricity. When we settle down from this time of international homogenization as all the traditional cultures in the world change from traditional folk tunes to Britney Spears and Coco Lee, getting facelifts to look more like tv, I've a feeling something is going to take place like the phenomenon of the Lord coming again, however that may manifest. When that happens, we'll collectively be so blown away we may just go to liking one another. Wouldn't that be an interesting world to live in for awhile. It has the potential for the Truman Show and Disney World Forever just a little too much for comfort. It may be so glorious an ecstasy of light the people living in that time would be so deeply changed that, again, everything that went before is no more.



For now, not thinking of the unknown future, which cannot possibly turn out to be any way it might be imagined, thinking only of now, mountain music is important because it carries the spirit of these mountains about the purest it can be carried from one generation to the next. If it goes away culturally, we have recordings galore now, field recordings, every kind of recording of every mountain musician there just about was. I believe it's a good thing. A new kind of mountain culture may evolve in the distant future that wants no connection with the past. Or it may evolve to want to remember the music. It can't be known. Maybe a psychic could see it and tell us. But who would believe it? It's not to be known, not even to be thought about except as a waste of time.



Now. It's the same word all the time, the ongoing continuum of consciousness, in motion and in stillness at once. I can't say Now moves through time, because it seems to be outside time. Time may measure sequences of events, as they used to say in the mountains, "hands goin," or one after the other. Maybe now is inside time to the degree that it is the center of the clock, the part that turns in place. There is much a feeling of going through time, or we are still and time is moving by us. Maybe the still Now is inside ourselves. The sense of Now as both moving and still may be the yin yang, the duality in it. I think I see it a point of consciousness that sees through our eyes, hears through the ears, and so on, awareness.



Everything happens around that awareness. Other people driving in cars, every car going to a different place. Waiting at the stop light. Watching the rain out the window. Fall turns to winter day by day, night by night. Now moves from one calendar date to the next continually. Now also has nothing whatsoever to do with numbers and clock hands. Like the yard stick measuring a length of string has nothing whatever to do with the length of the string. It's a standard of measurement to determine its length in numbers. The Now in different forms of seeing it go through time, if that's what it does, or if time goes through Now like a thread pulled through a needle's eye. I'd better stop, the quicksand is pulling me down.



Thursday, November 3, 2011

FOUNDATION SLIPPING AWAY

     jessica stockholder, installation, 1990




It's looking like I've passed the place where I have the illusion of a foundation anymore. It's like the world I knew has gone away and a new world has replaced it. The same happened to my grandparents and to parents, and now I'm seeing it. We come up and learn the world one way, and all the time it's changing until one day I wake up in the morning and it's not a world I know anymore. I don't mean the pop music, because what I hear happening now I've heard all the way along from 50s through psychedelic through punk to now, post-punk? There comes a time when what I once took for entertainment has become a racket, noise. Conversations that used to amuse me now bore me. Books I once thought were the best ever, I can't read today. I think, how did I ever find that interesting? That part and tv, I Love Lucy to whatever they're doing today, none of it I ever found interesting.



In the 6th grade I saw Battle At Apache Pass starring Michael Ansara as Cochise. If you'd asked me his name I couldn't have answered it. It just flowed out while I wasn't thinking about it. I loved it. Very big deal movie for me. I'd be afraid to see it now. White guys with wigs and man-tan on their arms and faces. I'd kind of like to see it again just to see how far film has come since early 50s and how far I have come since early 50s. I remember seeing Claudette Colbert in movies in Jr hi, and Susan Hayward movies. Foxy women of the day. 78s are gone, 45s are gone 33s are gone, 8tracks are gone, cassettes are gone, cds are almost gone. 33s are coming back. I've been rock & roll crazy since 1955. I still appreciate Allman Brothers to listen to, Siouxsie Sioux, the Clash, the Stones, Bob Dylan and a great long list of others. Like good blues of the 30s and 40s, a lot of the older rock is that kind of timeless, esp the Rolling Stones. If I were to put on a Stones album now, any of them, I'd have to stop writing, because it would pull me in like a vacuum hose. I love it that they're turning 70 and they can rock the socks off anybody that wants to move to good music.



I don't mean to think of the music as what has slipped away, but using the music as a measure of the time involved over the last 50+ years, the area where the changes are most visible in the pop world. It's all spelled out in the art world when you have the eye to see it. The arrival of rock & roll threw a lot of people for a loop in its time, esp bluegrass musicians. They were out all of a sudden. Big bands and crooners were out. Blues was out. I think we've been through another such time as the coming on of rock & roll. This time it's downloading and facebook and linkedin and myspace and twitter, constantly interacting with others by gadgets; cell phones that take pictures and make videos and you can watch movies on. These are the parts of today that hav gone away from my interest. I'm not interested in any more newness, though it is ongoing. I've give out from it. I don't care how many million hits Lady Gaga's videos get. It's getting to where I don't want to hear the news anymore. What I'm seeing now is the corporate world (our government) bearing down on us (we the people) like we're the enemy. I'm seeing it's begun.



From here to the end of my life I see myself hunkering down, living on the least I can possibly live on, if I'm able to do that. Since my awareness of government, my government has only lied to us. I've a feeling that in my lifetime I have seen our government turn on we the people. That's been the nature of the progression since WW2, our government turning against us. The USA is in sadder shape than is known, because television is a smoke screen with a big smile on its face, dance music on the Titanic. We're told to spend more money. I can't help but see it a travesty that all the people the banks bilked out of millions and millions per individual, flattened an awful lot of people's bank accounts, then the banks get baled out, but the people that got bilked, well, fuck you. The people in government now are not directing government; it is directing them. It's become like Hal the computer in 2001 Space Odyssey. Makes me want to crawl in a hole like the Feral Kid in Road Warrior. Say good-bye to all that. It's a shame to see the democracy experiment go down, derailed by the dark side within.



Looking at what's happening in Europe now with Euro economy being thrown into possible chaos overnight, fear of the domino effect of one, then another, then another, like they said countries would fall to Communism in the 50s justifying the Korean and Vietnam wars to us, the audience. Very real fear of Euro economy going down like dominoes, USA and Canada too, and maybe China. South America and Africa some of the first to go down. The poor people seem to always get hit hardest. It looks like tornadoes are drawn perhaps by the scent of mobile homes. Where the poor people live is where they hit. Sometimes it looks like God hates the poor. Like in Haiti, like in Ethiopia, like in Chad, like in Bangladesh, like in New York City, like in every American city, like in Alleghany County. It's not God that hates the poor, but people that hate them for being failures. In America, we punish the poor by making it all the harder on them. They pay dearly. I've an idea Aldous Huxley and George Orwell hit the bullseye, rang the bell, said, This is where you're headed if you don't watch it. Here we are.



The prophecies. Oh Lord have mercy. I don't even want to think about them. This is that time. This is that very time. Evidently, all that's left of the Revelations prophecies to come to pass is the Armageddon war, the climax it was all leading up to since the time of WW1. I think I have some recollection of a horde from the east overwhelming Israel. Could that be the entire Islamic world all the way to China and Indonesia? It might be called jihad. An overwhelming tide of people would be hard to stop when it kept coming on and coming on and all they had was kitchen knives. Things are heating up in that zone. It's very weird. I think we all have to be here for this and things are lining up for whatever it is that's going to climax the whole story. I'd rather not have to be involved with money, but there's no way around it. All of us will be subject to it in varying degrees. If it works out that the money goes away for everyone, we'll go to helping each other out, borrowing flour and sugar again, perhaps having big community gardens. We'll need to take care of one another. That won't be so hateful. They could be the best days and years of our lives. Stories written about in novels for years to come.



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