A sunday Drive.

[CWR (Fan of Culture)]

I took my family for a ride today, just around the way, nowhere but through those most incredibly placed hills and valleys of Fayette County Pa.. On our rides, we always have sound coming from the Radio. That beat, as we explore the vicissitudes of our ever-lasting meadows of faded yellow. Music is most helpful when a discussion has died away and the beauty of my birthplace pulls everyone’s attention away. I for 40 odd years traversing of curves that go left then right then left again. My lions pride Fifteen years, we try to lose ourselves, even just for an hour.

Wonderfully lost, we are sometimes missing in discussion and physical direction. Head to the east, I remembered a farm. Off to the South the flowers are blooming. Music has been our guide, sincerely; we have debated getting safe tires over fixing the radio. With the Murky blue hills giving depth to the view, we debate what naturally there is to debate. Music and Nature. I, being the pilot and just as I control our destiny, I control the sound. I will only let one ideal dominate another but for a minute, I prefer giving everything a fair chance.

Fifteen years, and we have come to a consensus that consumer music has but two sides. We leave monetary reasons aside, for our reasoning is that “its” always about the money. Also, if you say you paid for the best music, then I could call you a lair, for you have never heard the best music, not from a recording. Live & Free, period. So with the money prospective sidelined we formed an idea. There are two types of music” imitation anthem with self-imposed exile.” and “sincere passionate”.

“Anthem music imposes the anti-theme on to the listener expressing distaste for fanfare. I had this tape many years ago, and the title to the cassette was “I don’t care what you say Fuck you!” The bands name escapes me, never the less. It was the epitome of imitation Anthem music. To insist you care less, increases your fanfare, something you state you can do with out.

However, like the impressionists of the nineteenth century suggested, that there is many ways to skin a cat. That the second side to our thoughts is raped in compassion. “Sincerer passion,” is the asking of the listener to understand and join the “cause”. To be part of that artists fanfare.

These two sides of “musical consumerism” are as divided as the Osage tree lines that corral our spotted ponies from the wheat. Both musical ideals assumes an identity that fits the fanfare, not the fanfare fitting into them. Both sides take emotion as a cue for direction. Both sides will nervously cross into the others “style."

Far be it for me to say that this is a bad thing, to be an actor (per-say), which is no less of a title then musical artist. It is just a point where we all agree on.

Add too the above descriptions a third. The entertainer turned Scholar. These entertainers are not ones of consumer calibers, far above that bar.. They are the artists that have mixed both camps, anti-anthem and passion protocol, and then they forgot it all. These scholars of the earliest language are hidden away, practicing their theory. They care less for fanfare, but know that they have others attention. Lost on them is reason for mass recording. Is that a shame? Sadly, they would not fit into the wagon, and if they could or better yet would, I think it would distract from the whole debate, no to mention time with my family discovering something new in the place that’s so old.

So, we’ve landed at this harbor, A landscape twisted in boy bands and honky-tonk, Rap and industrial , like the Trump vine twisting left and up to fight for the fleeting rays of the summer sun.