melting us further together into one cohesive lump… an undulating sweaty
lump of coal burning up in the furnace of progress… though that doesn’t
mean that one cannot afford to pursue the dreams in their own head, the
life abundant perhaps, but maybe also the luxuriant sedative effect of
the capitalist dogma working on the side of “law and order”… the weight
presented by the rest of the natural world pursuing a sort of profound
chaotic conformity, where the intentions of the living creatures
compliments the solid and long-lasting linearity of horizontal extrusion
into this material place, and the taste of the visceral instinct
waivers all objective exactitude that our minds might inspire… we relate
ourselves and our experiences to the other person, but it is up to them
to incorporate as they choose with the information we push their way… i
have listened to the rock band Husker Du, but not as extensively as i
would have liked, my musical self-awareness came with metal rock music
however… as i read more about their history, the more i digest into
memory, and start to synchronize with their intents as well… makes me
want to want a Husker Du phase… though as the rest has unfolded, now i
am presently hit with the dilemma, and feel the absolute need for
resolution… the call to write and harness the song to express the
condensed version of my recounted details, themes may vary, but i can
implement the acoustic guitar and my voice in many of the endeavors i
wish to follow… i have devised a few covers to polish a bit to a more
unique quality, a few original songs in the drafted stages, and my handy
acoustic-electric bass to whittle the time down to stubs at the end of
bloody stubs…. this is a bit of the exaggerated word, though, nonsense
to the layman urge to understand… i have folded my arms to a certain
extent, and find it difficult to interact even as my heart deeply wishes
some transition beyond this absurdity most abundant, to convey a couple
of interesting points before i fade to dust….perhaps to counteract some
detrimental plunder of potent creative wanderlust that deserves the
merit of valid recognition… still what can Busker Du be for me?… i am
truly curious how far that exact pendulum will swing, i am merely on one
end of the kinetic strand connecting idea to human as translational
tool, but the performance needs to clear my head… to play my songs
somewhere Here close by, busking on the street corner or open-mic night
for small amounts of plundered coin, and is this the part-time scale
that will please?…
