Cave Hermits Union of
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And there's politics, it's a real churn now, there's interpretations coming out of the Journos, which I don't see in reality, and seems there's a religious tenacity, and ideological adherence where they can't let go, can't change their minds like scientists have to, these religious fervours like the Holy Market Syndrome where the Invisible Hand decides and the Greed of the Competitive Spirit ensures valuations in terms of bottom lines, that whole attitude is of a religious nature, it's a belief system, and even when they see it crashing down around their ears, the Great Experiment on us guinea pigs, when the society starts snarling at them and kicking them out, they still can't change their stupid minds, and when they do it's called backflips and they apologise for flippin', how dopey...
It should be the evidence that they are off track for the betterment of Human Society, after all they are dancing on strings of Corporate donations, and the politics of pleasing big business, and the strings of the voting public are snipped, their responsibility to the people just gets lost in striving to preserve their positions in the competitive world, but it's a world of ideas, and the best ideas are required, and now that the pillars of their ascendancy are ridiculed, the De-Regulation of Life for the Holy Market theme, with Competition and Privatisation, a Profit Motive adopted rather then sense of duty and fairness in the provision of public aervices, the Survival of the Fittest fundamentalism, last one standing, the very corruption of life in general, where to win at all costs becomes the catch-cry, it's abysmal...
They are foolish cretins for their theories, and complete turds for carrying it out in the face of the results, look at the results of the Free Trade, slavery is back, ghostowns are in, manners are out, the weakest link is weeded out, the right wing fascists are in, the welfare state is out, selfishness of the rich privatised world is in, the on your own loser left out, being kicked out is in... Just watch the bigotry and racism and jealousies rise up and disrupt the peace...
It's such a routine of things I do with some sort of reverence, and it's habitual... Like a robot with a time table, but it's that familiar routine, the rut that takes you safely through, no risks no worries till you stick your head up, so I don't, this last two weeks are a blithering blind, I spose cause there's no threats or you just ignore them anyway...
And another thing is fatalism,. I use fatalism to stop worrying, like if the things that the human race do is causing their own demise and yet you know it's never going to get any better, you easily give up in the face of it, and turn your attentions away... After all there's the Asteroid, the Red Giant Sun, the Milky Way Black Hole as well... So all is fleeting no matter how heart tugging...
I ignore them all by busying myself, and then there's the fiddle, it's such a joy, the music goes through me and I turn it out with my fingers finding the notes on that thing, a piece of wood is magic in your hands, it's so marvellous I always feel like it's a new discovery, and every type of music I try and do it...
I have found an old time radio station which plays all this music that I know so well, and I play like I know it, it's amazing, for the very first time ever to play along with these songs I just do it and feel amazed that it happens... Like my fingers are on automatic... And the radio fills it all in, like James Valentine and the Dave Kilby Collection...
Watching these confounded PayTV movies and hearing all this Country and Western, following the fiddlers round the dial... And made the terrible mistake of recording myself, dear oh dear...
Was telling Houie about having a good feeling from revelations, whenever there's something that you understand for the first time, due to being so bluddy lazy and rebellious, and not being told what to do, and finding out for yourself, those discoveries when they finally come too late, even if it is too late, feel good, so that Music Festival down south was a catalyst that inspired me to find out how the bluddy Fiddle does work with notes...
So I plotted out how the notes fit on the scale and started imagining and playing the notes according to the written score and it worked, there it was, Eureka, after all that time it's a simple little layout where each string had a place and the notes above it were just where your fingers landed, and there's that overlap with your 4th finger for the open note above, so I could look at the written music at last and know where to play it, for the very first time, like if I had been taught that when I was a baby boy what a different life I could have had...
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