Revolution Date Friday, April 26, 2024 - 01:49 PM PST Topic Entertainment Hold me down momma, an article is creeping out, and I don't think I can hold it back with my gag reflex alone! I sit on the porch after a long day in the cool air smelling pine and sap and wood burning and a barbeque somewhere nearby, watching the last glimmering rays of sunlight hit the trees and the edge of the moonlight creep over the porch. All I can think about is the fact that it's time. Kids sit in classes staring at the walls while teachers read from outdated and amoral victor's recounts of wars long past, indifference mixed with praise for our kids to grow up gnawing and stewing on while they slowly rot away, suckling on the great commercial tit. It's time. Intelligent girls argue with intensity over gender bias in the media and socially; less intelligent ones epitomize and create examples of it. Every cause must have it's martyrs, but the time for change is fast approaching. Maybe it's my own sense of personal angst and my youth slipping away to creaking bones and a shitty metabolism; maybe it's me trying to get on the crest of a high and beautiful new wave. Maybe I'm just a bastard that way. But all I can do is look around me and see people ready for change-- all of them leaning forward, fists clenched, eyes with ambition, eager to see things change. The question to the answer is asked from within. Indeed. I hear this on some old rock tune while I cruise in the car, watching the moon on the lake and feeling the brisk wind whip against my arms. Rock failed; the 80's, while they did induce rebellion, could never carry everyone along because they supported the idea of clan-ism. Now we have to deal with goths, punks, and a great segregation of attitudes and tastes that most of the people within the clans feel they could never, god forbid ever, ever mix or deal with people of differing tastes musically or stylishly, almost a step back over the far line of the Hippies back in 'Frisco that Thompson gleamed on for pages about. And the Hippies there broke down; Thompson was damn right about that-- "the high water mark where the wave broke, and fell back"-- right outside his idea of what epitomized the American Dream. Could a new revolution pierce that great veil of the American Dream, out there in all the square states where Carlin jokes about penning up all the criminals? But damn, it's about time. The Kids today couldn't do it-- "Woodstock 2000-somtething" ate ass, and they fucking deserved to have that party crashed-- what did they expect getting corporate sponsors like Nextel and Trojan and Tylenol? They couldn't move out of the bounds of their concert area and couldn't think out of the bounds of their sponsors. Hell, Rap can't do it. Gradually they're already alienating their own fan base-- originally the only requirements to rap were to be black and underprivileged, now the requirements make you list at least 8 years of reference "homies" and to have enough money to sing about how you have so much money from rapping. Hardly any way to dynamically expand what could have been a great musical revolution. The ravers tried and didn't have enough push to get up the staircase-- look now at DJ Sammy and Trance-- It's become a export/import industry, too heavily commercialized to do any more good along the mainline and too heavily inundated with drugs in the underground of the culture to get off their asses or drugs long enough to think. But goddamn, it's time. The fruit has finally blossomed and is ready to fall, and by god somebody has to be there to catch that falling fruit and eat it or it's gunna' hit the ground and wind up as the next Great Depression for everybody but Zoloft and Prozac. I'm ready if you are, but first let me get my 14 hours of sleep. This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=417