Do old memories,
cast loose by your life’s end,
wait bewildered for you
to come back home?
Like pets at windows?
America is not tearing itself apart. The media wants you to think so because it sells the product. The Democrats want you to believe that Trump has divided us in half because he is orange and he won. But it is not true. This is only a phase.
Why do I know this? Because I believe in women. They did not come this far just to behave badly. They are the ones who raised all the little boys. Women won’t let them be destroyed so little old politicians can die in office.
I don’t pretend to know much about musical collaboration except that when it happens, it can be a crowning human achievement. The inherent complexity of writing of a piece of music is so high it is a wonder that things like rock bands exist at all. Those stresses were indeed there with Genesis. Steve left, and Phil Collins always felt thwarted. But if you take the time and listen and know just how smart and stubborn these creative motherfuckers were you have to be impressed with what they did.
I would have to guess when one writer is governing like Pete Townshend does with The Who things are more straightforward. From what I witnessed, Pete would write and then “teach” Roger the song. He then would naturally make the sound his with his voice. The others then built on that. I understand that this is no revelation but when you factor in that occasionally one member of this band would break a guitar over the head of another player the process becomes riddled with stress.
Genesis with Peter Gabriel tour as much as any band. When they went into the studio I was out of a job until they went back out. After my first tour, I had to go home to Pittsburgh to wait. Their manager and my great friend, Tony Smith, would keep me posted on their progress by calling in on the rotary phone in our kitchen and playing me new tracks as they were completed from London.
I hope Judge Kavanaugh doesn’t make it onto the Supreme Court. The weight of his challenge to a woman’s right to be a woman, to protect herself and her unborn child supersedes all other kindnesses. Abortion is her business. Taking that away would destroy every woman………every woman. No man should want that. No God should want it either.
I am closer to the last Ice Age than most of you. You are nearer to Earth’s guaranteed scalding flameout. We are both wedded to our fears.
Moving glaciers scared the shit out of me as a kid. It was certified by our schools that they would get us. That was if a thermonuclear exchange didn’t murder us first. At night in my dreams, these continental size icebergs came gnashing relentlessly towards me. They would overwhelm and crush our family 1956 Chevy while mashing our too slow to react dimwit of a family dog.
Glacial speed is fast to a child. I knew where my hooded fur coat and my galoshes ( bet you haven’t heard that word for a while) were at all times, even in the summertime.
Today’s children and village idiots are encouraged to fear incineration by slow global baking. But I won’t change. I’m betting on ice. We had science too.