When anyone had asked me in the past, what is my favorite book? I would struggle with the answer, for I really couldn’t measure books that I have experienced in a way to claim a favorite. I finally, one day just answered with what is an apparent truth and that is that my favorite book is always the one that I’m currently reading.
Occasionally, I will run into a book that finishes me before I even come close to the final period. One such book is Eat, Pray and (I can’t remember) by Elizabeth Gilbert. I got forty pages into it and a realization came to me how it is important to recognize what am I learning or not learning about myself with what I read, as I threw the book across the room, while laying bed and then reaching for a new book to peruse from one of the stacks by the bed. The new book is an old book about J. Edgar Hoover. I’m learning a lot from this disturbing book about a man whose name remains on a building of seemingly great importance. It is a well timed piece to read considering that the state is locked in a battle over the personal privacy of Apple products. It’s fairly easy to see that while Hoover in body has been passed for over 40 years, but his spirit of striving for absolute control is still alive and well within a most secret sect of authority in my country.
It is what it is….
Now, when someone also asks me who my favorite musician or band is, I quickly answer that it is what ever one I am currently listening to. Post War Glamour Girls is currently my favorite band. I have whittled a couple thousand underground bands down to around 150 to work off to share on here. I went through ten or so, until I came up on PWGG again. As I went further into the catalog of this band from Leeds, England, the sounds just exploded through my lower extremities. I would catch my legs bouncing and my head bobbing. The lyrics are fairly easy to decipher so that took my mind off what my body was doing.
Their music connects me to so many past bands and musicians it is crazy to even really list out what I can hear in their creations. Joy Division seems to be a big part of the tree, that much of the newer music that draws my attention, which seems plucked as fruit from. This band has seemed to have plucked fruits from many trees and sweet fruit it is to this writers ears. The vocals blended between James Smith and Alice Scott takes advantage of a flow that provides a natural beauty between their highs and lows. The lyrics are poetic and can lean on the edge of nonsense, which I fully embrace and approve.
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“Respecting my own ancestral culture and all ancestral culture seems to become corrupt when I see my own culture as something to be possessed as more than a culture I cannot with reason lay claim with. Envy can arise to the point of becoming destructive. Why is it that I have fear of my race not being dominate? Why do I cling to my culture and ancestry as I do. Why does that have so much meaning and why do I give it the meaning that I do?
Culture is important and points to understanding me it seems. It points to where I have been as well as where I’m going. My culture races through my veins as the earth spins in tune with it’s own existence. It is a shame that such a wonderful thing as culture can be corrupted by fear and the desire to be better over it. Truly tragic it seems.’ – Unknown