musical memories

listening to jimi hendrix sing dylan's like a rolling stone live at monterey (ironically, he was introduced by rolling stone brian jones) brings back memories of living in monterey after the hope of a new quasi-camelot and a better world imploded on it's own pitard of greed and corruption that promoted ignorance and fear that fed hate and confusion that lead so many gifted geniuses to escape into drugs and lifestyles that killed them, imagining what it was like at the times back when this festival on this recording was recorded...

and wondering where all the people who were there went, and what have they become... and wondering what happened to the hope and idealism and dream and love... and wondering who might be wondering this with me, but not with me, because we do not know why we are today... wondering why wondering this feels so alone in this world... where have all the flowers gone...

there was a time when love meant loving
that was trusting without demanding proof
now i look around and see so many frightened faces
so many afraid to love or trust or be themselves
when did this crime happen and who committed it?
who stole the world's innocence?

there was a time when childhood meant children
could go out and play without bodyguards
now i look around and see so many frightened parents
so many afraid so suspicious of each other
when did this change happen and why did we let it?
are we really so powerless?

when did we forget that we are sister and brothers
when did the humanity fall apart
when did we forget we are all fathers and mothers
with the same feelings and dreams in our heart
when did we forget to do unto others
as we want others to do unto us
when did the human race turn on itself
when did we forget how to trust

(was it when we forgot how to ride the bus?)


there's something deeper than a babbler's blog in the words tonight, but i'll most likely stay on the surface (if you call where i am now the surface) as i am not in the mood to dive deeper alone with laundry to do and work early tomorrow morning so the world was never meant to go any deeper than this for the moment, at least not without cutting off an ear... or perhaps stating facts with such simple clarity and truth and certainty and innocence and building vehemence to a pounding repetitive cressendo that drives home the point with such fervor that it scares the fear right off the spots of the leopard people (just imagine your child blistering such raging pleas in your ears)... or something like that...

maybe mike scott (waterboys) would understand, or someone like him... anyway, as you may or may not have noticed (cuz i do not always include easy-to-connect-to links anymore cuz i am no longer as desperate to find the one or anyone so much so that i feel compelled to include links to every single place i writeall the time (though this may be a lie, time will tell, nyuk nyuk, cuz i still do love playing with our collective heads, ya know, snarky giggles and all that narf)... pinky would understand, even if he'd explain it in a totally different and possibly confusing way...

be breathtaking today, ok? :)