Monthly Archives: March 2016

There is no giant band of dead rock stars in Heaven

Everyone who knows me knows I’m a huge prog fan, especially ELP. Keith Emerson was the best there has ever been, at synth and keyboards.

He literally had a God-given talent. He was a musical prodigy, composing at the age of 6. By his early teens he was touring as a star.

He was credited by Dr Robert Moog as being a prime mover behind the development of synthesizer technology that we take for granted today; we can buy a keyboard at Walmart today that would have needed a semi truck and small staff 4 decades ago. The Walmart beater is far more capable, too.

Along the way, new genres of music sprang up from his work. Techno and electronica are 2 of them. ELP has been called ‘The Grandfathers Of Techno’, and it’s not because of Greg Lake’s bass riffs. Very few musicians can claim new branches of music. He was one of them.

And yet, he died alone and in despair. He had come to such a state that he put a gun to his head. He had done a lot of drugs and that had taken its toll. I don’t know if he was saved or not; I’d guess not. That saddens me greatly.

There is no giant band of dead rock stars in Heaven.

And there ain’t no electric guitars in Hell.

Or even a place to plug them in.

Trump exposes the rot in our culture

It’s not that Trump’s crypto-fascist campaign is unusual in and of itself. There have been many dangerous fringe candidates in the past, from Eugene Debs to Lyndon Larouche. None of them really had a chance, ultimately. The reason was that the message didn’t resonate with the voters. Perot, the one standout, managed only to guarantee a Clinton win. We’ve been down this road before. But this time, there’s a big difference; an audience receptive to fascist overtones and undertones.

 

A portion of the American electorate is openly espousing a philosophy that died with Mussolini 71 years ago.  That’s the truly scary part. Of all possible factors to blame, I would submit that the first is public education. People with fathers and grandfathers that died fighting this philosophy and rooting it out of Europe, now proudly their love for it with a hand in the air and a puffy dictator to wrap in their flag. With raucous voices like a mob from The Simpsons, they call for ridiculous and even illegal fixes to problems they themselves supported creating in the first place. They cannot be reasoned with, and have rejected rational thought. Formerly thoughtful men have become chanting drones like some nightmarish and real version of The Pod People.

If we don’t stop this Dictator Baby Hands now, we certainly won’t be able to in January. The problem isn’t with him so much as it is a problem within us. The shameful rise of this Fraudulent Asspumpkin is an indictment of our culture.