This afternoon, I got frustrated with HMOs, voice menus and computer forms. Then I jumped to cosmic pessimism!
To simplify the bombast, eerie verses of Jim Morrison come to mind. Old Jim sang so dramatically !
“What have we done to the Earth? What have we done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her, stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn, and tied her with fences and dragged her down.”
In 1968, this HS junior was coolly fascinated by Jim Morrison. The risks he took as a performer were breathtaking and raised goosebumps.
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When you feel out of place, depressed,
or bored, Jim Morrison's the guy.
His theatrical, hyper-sexual live
shows somehow went well with his lyrics of estrangement and
depression. He wrote People Are Strange when depressed - it
captures a scary feeling with images like
"faces come out of the rain" - I'm not OK.
They're not OK because I'm not.
"No one remembers your name ?"
A tangible indicator of failure to connect.
Then there's the homage to the
modern woman in Twentieth Century
Fox - "She's no drag just watch
the way she walks" and "doesn't
waste time on elementary talk"
as in "get it up or get out" -
there's an appreciation, even an
awe, of modern femininity, along with a fear of the coldness.
For dissolute fatalism, there's Alabama Song.
And how else could "Apocalypse Now"
begin and end but with "The End" ?
[Glad to return here, to this post!]
It might have been autumn 1968, when i smoked up a DMT-trip with a few high school pals. We were in a comfortable Trumbull home; Donald's parents were away. To reassure myself I checked the wall clock -- 8:43 pm. I took a long short-walk through the house. Lo! it was still 8:43 ! After we discussed this marvel, the stereo played the Chambers Brothers, "The Time has come today". How I enjoy shamanistic music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHfB63ln1Ig
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