Jesus and Buddha and the Kids

Sometimes someone who should hold high office runs for office. If it looks like they have a snowball's chance, we kill them. I remember from the third grade that too many ants in the colony would cause the society to run amok and crumble. 

Now? Here we are. Perpetual war, i phones, America's Got Talent and social media. Sounds like the ranting of an old geezer, doesn't it?

The problem, as I see it, is that good guys like Einstein have ideas. Bad guys appropriate them out of greed. Societies fight with them for power with the earth and the innocent left on the sides of the battlefield as collateral damage. Ad nauseam.

Let's just get rid of them. Surely they don't represent us. Let's learn from the children, from history. Let's dance and let's sing. If you don't think you're a religious person, listen to some Little Richard.

Love. Seems easy.

Lucky Penny

Paint your walls purple. If you want to. Wear two hats at the same time. Who decided that it's fashionable to layer shirts but not hats? Whoever he is, he's not the boss of us. When the dust settles, we don't have to vote for one of those two. If enough of us won't study war, there won't be any war.

The right thing feels right. Love. Love hard. Try to waste a little. It can't be done. I love you.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Rock'n'Roll Homework

My friend, Robin, has opened a beautiful facility of higher learning for the rock'n'roll arts. In my day we had a transistor radio and scratchy 45's. Homework involved dreaming about the blonde in homeroom and breaking your own heart. If they were ever going to call you a genius, heroin might be involved. For most of us one or two brushes with cheap wine would suffice.

Gods still existed, still lived among us.  Elvis. Four Beatles. Bo Diddley. Buddy Holly. Gene Vincent.

We didn't walk anywhere in the snow. It was Florida.

Bubbles and Bars

When I began playing music there were venues for live rock'n'roll everywhere. Kids were happy to pay modest cover charges for an entire evening of music. Those kids grew up. Once they reached a legal age to consume alcohol everything changed. Everything that I cared about.

Suddenly beer was the draw and the music was incidental to the event.

To say that I'm spoiled is to understate my case.

My friends will tell you that I like beer. I certainly have nothing against bars. I'm just saying that God made jukeboxes for bars.

Hold My Hand And Jump

Where do you suppose the songs come from? The art? We know more about the creation of the universe and the big bang than we do "Mr. Tambourine Man" or Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.

Weather comes from the disproportionate heating by the sun of the earth's atmosphere. Where did "Don't Be Cruel" come from?

Tell you what. I'll promise not to fight if you'll promise not to fight. Let's all promise. There you go- we just ended war. I can't believe it took this long.

Alright, now you can study love.

So Broke I Can't Pay Attention

Coincidence that my attention span tracks the average duration of a Little Richard 45? I sincerely doubt it. If you want to explain relativity to me, take your time. Long as you don't go past a minute and fifty four seconds. Special relativity? Now we're getting somewhere. Just keep it under 2:20. 

Sticks and stones, pal. I know about love and special love.

Barnyard Rock'n'Roll

Sometimes I wish I believed in heaven. There are so many folks that I have loved and I need to tell them again. So many friends that I might not have thanked for so many things. So many pets that I really need to hold and pet one more time.

As usual, I find myself hoping that I've got it wrong.

Meantime, there's loving and helping and holding and petting to be done here. I'm gonna hug and pet this dog and this cat til they get away from me. I might as well listen to some Sam Cooke while I'm at it.