Syncronythmancy #3

Defined broadly as: “The beat goes on”.

A good example is the degradation of pop music

from the sixties when music had meaning; Dylan, 

The Doors, The Grateful Dead sang beautiful 

music you could learn something from. 

Also, they were prophetic.

Now?

You tell me.

Woodstock was a music festival for half a 

million people.

They were there for a reason:

“500,000 halos outshined the mud and history.

We washed and drank in God’s tears of joy

and for once, and for everyone, the truth

was not still a mystery. “  Jimi Hendrix

OK, now that we have our baseline…

Gregorian chants sound sacred.

The term “mantra” means: “protecting the mind.”

A character walking on stage is preceded by his music.

I listen to pulp jazz doom noir music.

It matches the bedsheets

and the changing clouds outside the window

and the wabi-sabi nature of my existence;

precarious, brilliant, scary, exciting, awestruck.

Past and future are one in the right now.

It’s a runaway train that’s about to run out of track.

That’s what I hear in the music…it’s inspiring

to know that the shit show is about to blow.

As a plumber, I’ve unstopped some nasty sewers…

you don’t want to know.

Unstopping them was inspiring.

Maybe looking at what’s about to happen that way

and listening to Debussy might make you feel better.

In any case, the leitmotif for the next act has already

been being heard on the airwaves and in quantum song.

I’ll let you ponder that one.

Coda.