The Background Music Of My Life...
Was something I said yesterday online and I find it's a recurring theme. Trying to find some online radio to listen to this morning and I tried Ampcast radio. Nah. WNCW, WCQS, KPFA Berkeley? That ain't it either. I dug into my hard drive for something to play and, surprise, surprise, found some oldies. I know. I'm stuck so far in the Sixties, I'll never see the new millenium properly. I try. I really try. But I'm always carried back to Eric Burdon and Eric Clapton. Neil Young, Rickie Lee, Jimi, Dylan, Stones and Santana. Black Magic Woman just began playing. How can I turn away from the classics? So I try to incorporate some of the new with the old and only end up 80% old, 20% new. I'm a sucker for guitar solos and I don't hear that many new solos that slay me. Or maybe I don't know where they're hiding. And last night, Silvio and I picked out Things Have Changed by Dylan, me on acoustic; he on electric and flipping out those little riffs on the chorus was so right on. A new-ish song by Dylan. My head isn't totally up Sixites' ass. Not so much that I can't pull it out for a breath of the fresh new stuff. It's that the good old stuff injects my spirit with much needed aural affirmations. From the spirit of 1967 and 1968 and onward thru the fog.

I've not always waxed so nostalgic about long ago. It's just been recently. More so since the war was just an idea in the Bush admin. When things started going to shit. Past the point of No Return. It brings me back to a more hopeful time. A time when I really thought that we were going to change the world. I have a short supply of hope now where the country is concerned. Just my way of coping. (Led Zep's Ramble On should be my background music right now.) Okay, I'm done. Thanks for listening, friends.

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