It’s a pyramid all right. The 1% at the top over the other 99. Might say they’re supporting the peak. Reality is the pyramid is upside down & underground. Most important & most plentiful, the bottom, supported by ever smaller layers of better-offs, til the one top. In death, they honor the mirror top: offering useless one at the top to keep the gods company.
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Leave a CommentAfter another careful yet throughly enjoyable listen last night, I must again rank the #WhiteAlbum as the #Beatles crowning glory. Unlike their previous album, the costumes were off. Yes, you can hear the band disintegrating, yet they were never off target. The styles they explored and the way the sound filled the special spectrum with every instrument and sound specifically put where you hear it, the way each of the members created, reinvented, and predicted most of their own, and everybody else’s musical direction for the next 20 years, is mind-boggling. There is not a revelation-free moment. This is the Beatles naked. Exposed. Not a product or gimmick or novel social experiment. A real band. That could groove its ass off and then break your heart, only to then blow your mind. They put the polish back on, later, but this is where you saw them backstage. If you haven’t heard this on headphones or studio monitors, try it again.
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Leave a CommentMore out of left field crazy country lyrics: “It never made a profit so I give it out for free. It doesn’t matter either way that’s how it’s gonna be. In any case the fixing it is not all up to me & I ain’t much use to bring along, but what will be will be. The answer’s never where you’re looking, stop looking @ me. I’ll have 2 charge admission & u can’t afford my fee.” I’ll be here all night. I ain’t wearing the hat because you’re supposed to be throwing money in it, right? Living the dream, right? Well, it’s somebody’s dream. I never wanted a guitar-shaped swimming pool or nothing, but maybe a bit of a concrete pond in the back yard and a fence to keep it private would do. Of course, there’s the money to think about. Gives you pause, don’t it? That’s what the hat’s for, remember? It ain’t a tip. It’s for services rendered. As if that was enough to hold up the rest of your life you carved away just learning how to play that last fifteen or so minutes. Yeah, thats the Art of the Midwest as I learned it. Oh, but that’s so Appalachian, ain’t it? JD Vance might think I made it up. LOL.
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