Realizing That Life Is Precious The Natural

Or Like In The Early 70's When We Had The Reaction Against Acid Rock And All The Fuzz Tone, And Feedback, And The Noise. And You Had James Taylor And Everyone Went Acoustic And That.

If The Main Reason We Listen To Music In The First Place Is To Hear Passion Expressed- As I've Believed All My Life-then What Good Is This Music Going To Prove To Be? What Does That Say About Us? What Are We Confirming In Ourselves By Doting On Art That Is Emotionally Neutral? And, Simultaneously, What In Ourselves Might We Be Destroying Or At Least Keeping Down?

The Only Questions Worth Asking Today Are Whether Humans Are Going To Have Any Emotions Tomorrow, And What The Quality Of Life Will Be If The Answer Is No.

It's Much Easier To Wear A Chairman Mao Button And Shake Your Fists In The Air And All That, Then To Actually Read The Communist Manifesto And Things Like That And Actually Become Involved In Politics.

Sometimes I Think Nothing Is Simple But The Feeling Of Pain.