RS.5 Reaches And Gestures

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A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1935)

Within reach is this powerful version of yourself. At the gates, down the hall, through the passage ways of the relentless cherishes. The face bright, a mild sense of insanity compels you beyond this version, this vision of lost and the flowering gestures of your present time. What will one say as the passers by learn their riches? What will the edges of the sober breathe give to the madness? Can you, the staple being of your own existence set aside a propagandized life for the sake of living? These warm thoughts cooked up by the simple reaches and gestures I see and feel in a day. My body chemistry speaking to the masses on an historical avenue tucked away in this planet. The vibrated looks of their eyes jumping into the depths of nowhere. The quasi bop of the walk, the insecure, the checking endless update of now. We are here. We are the animal instincts in the heat of a chakra. The whole spectrum raining down, and what we stick to in our grasp we foresee in the futures of time we cannot count on. The spectacle in consistently attempting to be present, or simply, aware of the fake attributions of our know hows. I declare a wild state of madness to justify how I sway here. I will dance with the silhouette eye in the obscure, always. Even as I traverse the mundane of this box I sit next to and have to push with a rolling eye.

RS.4 History’s Malleability By Danny Sherrod

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Lee Miller’s “A Woman’s War”

Welcome Guest Writer Danny Sherrod

O.K. Allow me to say something that will shock you. Here goes…
Within a few years (30? 50?) every human being on Earth will owe his or her existence to Adolf Hitler. The same must be said of Vladimer Lenin. It can already be said of Alexander The Great, Julius Caesar, The Emperor Augustus, Saint Paul, Constantine The Great, Mohammad, George Washington, Napoleon Bonaparte, Abraham Lincoln, and numerous other persons of historical significance. In fact, by looking back several generations, we could probably select people lacking any sort of fame whose effect on history may have been similar. Allow me to elaborate.

World War II resulted in the deaths of over 50 million people (military and civilian). So what became of all the offspring those millions would have produced? They never existed. Therefore, they never produced the subsequent generations (totaling many millions of people) which would have followed them. Had they existed, they would have married and/or reproduced in combinations far different from the ones that occurred, producing entirely different people that the ones we see today.
Next, let’s examine someone much less famous. Imagine a man living in the year 1600. Let’s suppose that he has seven children, and all those children proceed to have large families. After a few generations, we may be talking about quite a few people here, and some of them could be pivotal individuals in the stream of history. Do you see how this works? That unnamed fellow may have had a world changing effect on history.

More shocking still, our existence rests on past events of all sorts, ranging from the noble to the heinous. Yes, even innumerable rapes and murders have clearly played a role because they changed the combinations of who lived, who died, and who reproduced.

Of course this is an entirely non-theistic view of history. If you believe that a supreme being preordained that you would one day exist, then what I have written above is nonsense to you. But if you don’t subscribe to a theistic viewpoint, what I have said is inescapable.

So, this is for those who don’t take a religious view:
The next time you hear of a tragedy involving the loss of human life, remember, you may be witnessing the loss of generations that will never exist, and the creation of generations that will take their place.

by Danny Sherrod

RS.3 Whispering Robots In The Dark

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If you’re not a musician, or an individual who is trying to promote a message, a product, or simply, yourself, then you won’t have any idea about the whispering robots in the dark. You won’t understand the constant pimpery (my word) that is taking place online. I’ll use my music project as an example here.

For almost ten years I have thought highly of myself for being a straight laced diy artists. I felt like I was really good at hustling my work, making new relationships so I could manipulate these online personas into covering my creations. You probably have a grip of online friends who you’ve never met. There’s a back and forth of regularity thats some what trusted. We have these weird unspoken “word is bond” esque contracts in the modern era. Back in my fathers day it was a handshake, now my generation has somehow transferred that into the digital realm, and emails, or tweets. Its all for shrinking the globe into our devices to get more out of promoting what you, the individual, is doing. Some are really good at it, transfixed on the notion of being relevant by the second. Hustle it baby!

But its all bullshit, all of it. Everyone is pushing a product, retweeting their work, or merchandise to the masses to perpetuate the fickle following they’ve obtained over the years. I use to think that most of the traffic on Soundcloud was organic in all forms. All my work up to this point has been, plays, comments, likes, etc. And there’s a lot of them. But my most recent experience revealed the impossibility of trying to get yourself in the right spaces to be heard. You have to pay, period. There’s is no denying it, or sugar coating it to death. The new paradigm is quite disgusting and its killing me a little. Making me wanna be a flower on an empty hill. Trust me when I tell you, that label you think is huge, it’s not. They’re just really good at social media.

Recently it was disclosed that Soundcloud is in financial trouble. And quite possibly might not be around much longer. At first I thought how bad this would be, but now I’m thinking it might be a great thing. A sure thing to clean out the cobwebs of  failed dreams, and people, while heartfelt in theirs hopes to make music, or cover music, not willing enough to make a worthy product for the sphere of creativity. The business of music is fake, it doesn’t get much clearer. So what do we do about it?

If you’ve ever sent your work into a website to get press, you’ll soon discover you’re asking someone to promote  you, and the amount of work that requires. The timing, moods, and all the other things that go with how you come across, or what they want from you, soon punch you in the face, and beg the question “Why am I doing this?”. They don’t want canned messages, not a long message, not a short message, not a message at all. There’s a whirlwind of “about pages” and “contact pages” on hype machine you can surf through and spin the wheel, see what kinds of fortune will come your way. You can figure you’ll get a 10% return on a 100 submissions if you’re lucky. Thats about my average, maybe, give or take. Worth it?

Its not worth the shitty writing that you’re bound to get on the song you’ve worked tirelessly on. Some are really good, but most are lazy. A few words, and a widget, couple of likes, and then off to the archives. Or even worse, you do an interview or special post for a website, and they delete the thing after a short period of time, thanks jerk. That happens more than you think. We owe it to music to stop making our material so widely available for free, and we owe it to ourselves to make the press realize we’re not little pawns in a “soundtrack for your life” factory. We’re artists, and you shouldn’t get to treat the sounds like ketchup for your french fries. Ultimately, I will either hire a PR person at some point, or swim in my flowering solitude, with a mostly obscure reclusive existence.

We need to dropout to stop the suppressing corporate hands from turning our hearts into wide eyed, smile faced emoji that only see the future by how many people liked, shared, or tweeted our work. The 20th centuries energy killer was the television, and the influx of cubicle culture. Well now those very cubicles are mobile in the form of a smart phone. Remember that the next time you’re texting and accidentally run into a tree. It hurts your face, really bad.

 

 

Rumination Station.2 Political Wackness

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Obviously we have an intense political calendar here in the States. I don’t think anyone could have predicted Donald Trump leading a poll let alone winning an actual Primary. Well, now he’s more or less won all of them. Yeah, he took second to a cheating Ted Cruz in Iowa, but Iowa doesn’t really matter anymore. They don’t really predict Presidents, more of a way to get their extreme pick a little more mojo moving forward.

If you listen to a q/a with Donal Trump, he hardly ever answers a direct question just repeats rather dumb declarations, especially on the policy side. I watched part of a “town hall” host by Morning Joe (political hack) and it was the most embarrassing presentation of journalism I’ve ever seen. No follow ups, no push backs, no Tim Russert fire for the Trump to choke on. I think this is all to do with ratings, and the reality that most young people except for me and few others, don’t watch news, and they don’t participate in the old paradigms of news coverage, or political theory. Not even Rachael Maddow’s over the top, sometimes goofy, but potent journalist style can save this class of news. Now they have the perfect marketing candidate. A blow hard who looks like a walrus had sex with an Orangutan.

Yeah, I typically stick to MSNBC cause I like liberal thinkers, and philosophy, and I think they tell the truth while giving their progressive opinions on it. The reality is, even those circles keep getting  more and more conservative. Its all about ratings, and the monster cable news network over at Fox. The continuation of dumbing down our absent electorate, so the Republican party can hold onto the districts with the fewest people, and gum up the works in congress. So if you’re another network competing with Fox, why not run to the right to attract more of their audience, then the conservative monopoly doesn’t have to change. They can keep running things and ignoring the fact that in large part, our country doesn’t care. Most of us are out to see on our cellphones. If you’re not looking up you won’t see the large plane flying above our heads filled with our future. That they, the conservative movement, still want to keep from us. They still want us to be this low energy, cable watching pot of morons, so they can keep driving us all into a polluted oblivion.

I’m not over the moon about the current crop of Democrats either. I like Bernie, even feel the Bern from time to time. Clinton I don’t dislike, but thats not a reason to vote for her. If I could vote for Barack Obama again I would without pause. I think he’s an amazing person, and I’m proud of where I’m from, when I hear him speak. He’s started so much for the future, and done it  with the most obstructionist congress in our history.

The cast of characters in the Republican party who continually talk about how bad everything is aren’t smelling the roses, they’re painting this horrible shade of red all over this light blue progress we’ve made, since they poured vats of pigs blood all over the country when it almost tanked in 2007. Lets not forget the past in order to write a new future. We’ve already written some important foundations for the new generations next 20 years. Lets improve and tweak that progress, fix wage inequality, legalize pot, and stop fighting old battles. The Republican party is only a relevant party because most folks don’t vote, and when they do Democrats win. So get off your lazy asses and stomp out these old hacks for good. Lets say goodbye to our parents model of white collar ethics, overseas junk, and work too much syndrome, and allow us, the youth who are the future, get what we want. A place we can all make it, smoke it, love it, and chill a bit more.

If Trump wins the presidency, he’ll shit his pants, and ask the questions Robert Redford asked after he shockingly won, in arguably the best political movie ever made, The Candidate. “What do we do now?”

Rumination Station.1 – Modern Hustlers

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The core of a human’s soul can’t fix the reality of modern times and how we are perceived through the bright windows of our techno sensibility.  The revelation of who we are, how we dress, and how we fuck. Even more so, how we listen to music, which defines most of the former. Coupled with the dynastic strangle hold of marketing mascots and the ever shifting pay-to-play ethics, and you have a recipe for disaster. I can be a “modern hustler” sometimes, but mostly I’m fending off these molds of irrelevance by creating sounds in the comforts of solitude, and a loving community. You take a step back, let a beat play for a second, and the whole god damn world changes in front of you as your twitter feed updates. Who’s in, who’s out, whats the new new, and what is Kanye (fake artist) saying now? Its a sad place to be, but who can stop it? How do we stop it? Is it all a sham, coasting down the supernovas of your poor wifi connection? There’s hope to be sure.

As a friend and I discussed this over dinner, ultimately some kind of reclusive beauty of making art for the sake of making it for yourself, wins out. How that progresses into some other kind of persona in your “real” life to make your immediate community better is king, and the rest, well, leave that to the passers by who live life in a small box of madness. The cell phone is the new cubical, and we’re all slaves now.