Ween 2010 (Minneapolis)
Whipped into a frenzied euphoric awe even before the first thundering drum beats or keystrokes had fallen. Stomachs were churning in unison. Some nearly let go, some of ours did... Traveling for hours in tight quarters and due to bad food, in a quite weakened state, we mustered on. For every mile closer, our determination grew a little more.
Proving that the worthwhile will hold consequence.
The sheer brilliance may kiss your eyes blind for a while. And your heart may cease... for a moment, but you will watch friends drink from the fountain of youth. You will breathe with people you never connect with again. You will all love as I did through chasing a glimpse. Music attaches itself to you, but not as a parasite does. It is a symbiosis.
Beauty is not always in the realm of sight.
Every soul in the crowd was on stage too. And they felt it from sweet harmony to powerful fill. The sounds ran through us indiscriminately, often pausing just at the instant of it passing by. Nearly through, the stage was still, The people still screaming for more.
They would get more. They returned to the stage to calm down the mob they created.
Before loosing them upon the city.
Shiny things that can melt black holes.
Simple things are gone. Left are we, with remote control wireless headphones, paved pages, and plastic wrapped landscapes. We set up play dates. We tend to microwave good taste. No you aren't supposed to settle scores with shields and swords. No smalltime affairs though. Grand productions. Smoke bellows in with lightning and chariots the style to shrink the pride of any ancient Greek or Roman. A cloth for the eyes if you will. Show trial. Farce.
All to preserve the already eroding bones of morality.
Like trying to save a ship that wants to sink itself.
fruitless wouldn't be the word, possibly laughable.
We, even in the media, are A, wait to the last minute, and party until the ball drops in every time zone species. Should we try to prevent problems or maintain balance? Some may just need the extra adrenaline. Why fix now what can easily kill you later?..... The high?.....
We have begun to freebase the most ridiculous..... propaganda.
We outsource our souls and chase shiny things that can melt black holes.
A tempestuous course to follow fake things. Idolatry they’d say.
A curse like branding ones name on the back of Hades.
A mistake that will never be remade or forgotten.
It’s disturbing only that we run these risks. For the newest talking toy.
Tickle-me to death in line because supplies are limited.
Your tickle ticks and tocks like a time bomb
Laced with hope aimed with closed eyes…. Blind faith
More fearsome than the stories legends tell each other.
Sadly easier to accomplish than an open mind.
