I want you to know it matters to me. Like this. It is not marketing, it is not that.
I wish this place had humanity. I lost mine somewhere.
“We had no other reason than reason itself”
I am 37, and somehow, and someway, I let it slip. I let the actual meaning slip away. I became dull scissors, wanting to fit in. With you, of you, there with you.
I was wrong. I was wrong when I got sad that you did not call me, to help you with your record that I would not have liked anyway. I was wrong to get upset when you asked me why I wrote what I wrote, as if I did not write lovingly about you in spite of myself.
I was wrong when I asked permission. I was wrong when I asked permission. I was wrong when I asked permission.
I was wrong when I asked permission, and you spoon fed me something that I knew was not what I saw, and not what I wanted to write about. I was wrong when I did not stand up to that. I was wrong.
It has been a long weekend. It has been a good weekend, alone in a room, in the dark. Making noise on the table.
Why not just stand there, and say it?
Tom Neal
7:07 am on May 28th
Old Freddie Mercury lyric: “Nothing really matters” … and for the most part, it really doesn’t. Unless it has to do with kids, art, environment, criminals/victims, people in real need or public health and safety. Nothing else really matters. Everything else is vanity.
Tom Neal
8:27 am on May 28th
Why does it say, there are no responses to this article” when there’s one right up there from me?
Tom Neal
8:34 am on May 28th
The youtube selection is a guy doing the very thing you’ve gutted me for … talkin’ ’bout rememberin’ when back. Back when things were better, bro, when the message was more pos-itive, when the art was more gen-uine, when people act-ually listened in, back in the day, bro’ back in the day. Is your back day more cool than mine? Yes, it is, to you. And mine is much cooler than yours. No doubt. Word.
Dino Corvino
8:48 am on May 28th
The post, is not about the video. It is about what I wrote. It is not about remembering the day, it is about those who do the art, NOT TAKING IT AS SERIOUSLY AS I DO.
Those who sing the songs, play the gigs, just not caring about it.
And then asking me to.
The poem is about a young man taking hip hop seriously, in contrast with people not taking it seriously now.
I think that can be said for your time as well, the art was serious, it was real.
But how many more times am I going to walk into the leading music venue in town, and see some hack singing a John Prine cover.
Then, when I ask him about the lyrics, getting a uninformed answer. I know more about the song, and he is singing it. How does that work?
It becomes a question of WHY AM I BEING ASKED TO LOOK? When I do look, when I do ask, for the most part I am disappointed in the answer.
Often times, the videos I pull have little if anything to do with the post.
Tom Neal
9:31 am on May 28th
I was commenting about the post in comment #1 and about the video on comment #3. Didn’t mention any connection between the two.
Anyway, face it: it could be that for most people, “art” is a commodity serving their vanity and reflecting their self-image. Even the “artists” … I mean, come on, look at the music business. How many real artists vs posers, when it comes to the visible, mainstream music spectrum? Hell, how many soul-less watercolor landscapes, how many dim-witted stage plays and movies, how many insulting TV programs, how many “look at me” zeroes? Welcome to the world, today, in America. Why would you expect any different walking into a bar in Wausau?
Dino Corvino
10:22 am on May 28th
I expect differant, because they ASK ME TO.
Write about me Dino
Hey want to review our bands show
Hey we have a gig coming up, maybe you could write about it
Fine. Then when I ask them a question, I get disappointed.
Prey On Hope does not let me down.
But how many guys with guitars sing with no attachment to the words.
You saw Vinny Bex Dae. Why not more of that?
Tom Neal
2:04 pm on May 28th
VBD … very nice show, lots of energy, but the word on the street is that it’s the only show they know. Always the same. Is that true?
Dino Corvino
2:23 pm on May 28th
what street? Fulton?
No, the show is differant every time.
The song list is endless.