Listen, Don't Speak. Ask, Don't Answer.

(PREFACE: Most of what I say probably ultimately reflects my own inner world than something out there in the outer world. So when I say things like "rock'n'roll is stunted" then what I probably mean is "the version of rock'n'roll languishing in my head is stunted." FYI)

Rock'n'roll is stunted. At it's very foundation it has taken a right turn away from anything purposefully transcendent and towards the Material, the Limited, the Transitory, towards the Finite. Atheists can't make four dimensional music and so there's gonna be a problem. "Four dimensional" and "music" are ultimately redundant.

When you move away from r'n'r in time and in space you realize how stunted it is or at least has been. When you see the music of elsewhere and of other times, you get A) the full panorama of what has been done elsewhere and where it can reach and B) the perspective of low limited r'n'r is and has been.

A steady diet of rock'n'roll is delicious. There's no reason to listen to anything else and you're full anyway from the r'n'r food you're eating as it is. But like those IMAX movies that start all small and then burst forth onto the full IMAX screen for maximum effect, when something in your brain clicks ("click") then something in your brain explodes (herefore known as "explodes").

To somebody reading this, this may all seem so elementary, but nobody's gonna read this so I don't have to answer to you anymore. Just be quiet and pretend like I'm a little baby, seeing and doing things for the firts time. Oh look how cute, baby's breathing oxygen! Oh look, baby's invented the wheel! Cute little baby!

Rock'n'roll took the sounds of gospel ('spiritual music') and added secular themes ('secular music.') Spiritual love become human love. Instead of a communion with and of saints we've gotten to the point where R Kelly doesn't see anything wrong with a little bump and grind. Nothing! Bump. Grind. R will tolerate it.

If you live in a three dimensional world this is probably a-ok. But if "four dimensional" and "music" are redundant, then you see the problem. R'n'R is stunted. Music is a portal, an antennae. It feels a little strange sitting here at a computer getting all up in it but hell, a computer is a portal too. Literally. When I say "a computer is a portal" you would agree. When I say "music can be a portal" it's the same. I mean literally too, not even metaphorically. Music is literally a portal.

Maybe I'll leave the fourth dimension out of this for now. We're talking about three dimensions right now. Ray Charles is my arch-nemesis. His secular humanism has set us back, Jack. He is largely credited with taking Gospel music and talking about low down dirty human love with it. People got all mad at him. He turned it profane. Not to pick on him, he seemed nice, but alls I'm saying is that the atomic clock on rock'n'roll music started right then. (Either it's atomic clock or it's carbon half-life, I can never remember which is which. But I don't have to, no one will hold my feet to the coals on this one.) It's my opinion that such a severed music is a doomed music.

Now all we hear about is record sales and third quarter earnings, and fame and drugs. Actually drugs has suffered the same fate. Instead of being for mind expansion, drugs have become recreational fun for frat boys. It's almost like eating Eucharist as a healthy snack between meals. Hell, food has suffered the same fate, instead of being a form of nourishment and medicine it too has become a mere snack between meals...

So all these things have been cut off from their spiritual echo. The shadows of the kabuki theater are living without their source. By being too close to something for too long, we've forgotten their essense. (I've forgotten.) So a form of the Ugly American has sprung alive again, and the myopia of humanism and materialism has allowed for this. We've become near-sighted and all we can see are ourselves. But other times and other places have seen some stuff and we need to get those glasses...