The world is awash in despair. Dreaming Mestizos forced to wait long hours for US Congresshags to nibble the brie between their toes. And across the world, conniving Ukrainians are again terrorizing jewish ingenues.
And merriment finds no refuge in the technology world, where we learn that evil robots have their own designs on dystopian global domination.
Through bleak reflections such as these, I am generally imbued with a pessimism so abundant that half of it simply goes to waste each night. And very soon we will return to this sentiment’s cool embrace–but not this night. This night…we dance.
It’s fascinating how a collection of notes can be so emotionally evocative. How we can almost rekindle the rush of emotions from an ancient event just by the sound of a nearly forgotten song. When in an accommodative frame, music can be a portal to briefly revisit our younger lives. And sometimes a window into the mind of our older ones. And at others…a conduit to contemplate the lives that almost were. Though often enough, there is simply the pleasant exhilaration of a silly tune triggering a furtive jig. So despite the fear of doing my hateful reputation grievous injury, here are some (mostly) modern era selections I enjoy.
What about you?
And to conclude with the most beautifully feral white music group since those who painted caves. Fronted by legendary prohibitionist Shane MacGowan…The Pogues.