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U Mad Bro?

If you're not.. what is it going to take?

I once believed in music, but the fact of the matter is this...

"The time when music could change the world has passed." - Neil Young.

Music is a reflection of our world at large and the world within ourselves, both of which are growing emptier with each succeeding generation. Music will never again have the power it once had. Music no longer stands a chance at changing our apathetic and desensitized world.

Music draws strength from the beliefs of the people who create it and the people who relate to it. But we no longer believe. Not in music, not in our government, not even in each other. Where our faith may have once been merely misplaced, it is now entirely discarded. It is outmoded, outdated and obsolete. We have given up on ourselves and readily accept the world as is. Any outrage over a/an social/political/economic offense is corporately subsumed, thus effectively nullified. Individuals have no platform with which to make their issues known, and even if such a platform existed, the average human has not the mental tools with which to effectively articulate themselves. It's conventional wisdom in today's world that might does not make right, but this idea is constantly challenged by our "we don't believe you, you need more people" mentalities. So even if a platform for individuals existed, those who spoke would inevitably be swept under the carpet by bigger, more established and more numerous voices. And if that's the case, it would appear that there is nothing any of us can do and it would seem as though we are all victims of circumstance, victims of the times we live in.


I cannot concede that society has chained us. Circumstance is indeed a villain in our times, but it has not chained us. We forged our chains with our own hands, shackled ourselves to walls we built and tossed the only key to meaningful growth in a place we are taught not to look. Within.

But no, we shouldn't challenge ourselves, we shouldn't let things anger us. Keep calm, things will work themselves out, right? Besides, anger in response to the status quo is derided and disregarded. Emotion in general is publicly mocked and pitied.. And no one likes being made a fool of. We should never pay too much attention to the world around us, we've got to keep our emotions invisible and stay in our lanes. We have to do what we have to do to feed ourselves and we can never let our thoughts wander toward ideas of changing the world in a meaningful way. There isn't time for that, our schedules are too busy.

So what should we do instead?

We should sit and read our Twitter feeds while someone tweets about the killings at the Denver opening of The Dark Knight Rises. Not a single muscle moved in our faces, nary a frown to be found, not the slightest flinch at learning of senseless murder. We tweeted our outrage and disgust, we used our 140 characters to indict the government. But that's the extent of it. Online evangelism. Senseless murder such as this is has become so commonplace that we don't worry about it beyond a few tweets of outrage. The emotion is never carried off the internet into our own physical lives, our anger is never fully realized. We never get mad.

Is this how things are supposed to be? How much do we really value life?

I consciously use "we" rather than "you" because I include myself as part of the issue. No one among us is outside of human issues, we are all involved. That said, I am not here to insinuate that I have the answers, because no one has them. All that I know is that first, we've got to get mad.


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