grandson (Blues-Trap Rock)

Freedom of expression is still alive in the good ole US of A in the art realm. I read the other day that Will Smith said our society is experiencing a purge of sorts and that a new age of light will be upon us. I don’t have a clue of what is upon us other than that portions of Ayn Rand’s philosophy has taken control of the wheel. While reading her Virtue of Selfishness, it became clear the first political torchbearer of her,  “everybody for themselves being virtuous”, was the 1964 presidential candidate, “the grandson of a peddler”, Barry Goldwater who was endorsed by Rand. The connection to Ronald Reagon is obvious, although Rand did vehemently oppose his reliance on the evangelicals for political clout. President Trump has apparently read a book or two and claims that Rand’s, “Atlas Shrugged”, is one of his favorites. They have all cherry-picked Rand’s philosophy.  I reckon that Lenin, Stalin, and Mao did similar to Marx. There may be only one thing in common between Rand and grandson and that is they are tellers of truth. Rand told her own truth and grandson does this as well.

grandson’s music grabs my attention like the rapid-fire sound of a gun going off in the distance. grandson points to many truths that are hard for me to negate. He performs from the heart to the hearts and flow of youth. I suspect that today’s youth that watched the bankers rob us all in 2008 will naturally feel a lot of common truths with grandson. The system has withstood the truths of Joe Hill, Woody Guthrie, Phil Ochs and Tom Morello. Jordan Benjamin has a long row to how to be considered with any of those names, but a teller of truths should never be underestimated when it comes to art that many hearts find relative truth with.

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“Good intentions will always be pleaded for every assumption of authority. It is hardly too strong to say that the Constitution was made to guard the people against the dangers of good intentions.”- Daniel Webster

 

 

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Son Little (Rhythm and Blues)

Sitting on the back porch here with coffee, smokes, sunshine and the smell of freshly cut grass without a need in my world. The desire to write a little and share some music rises, and Son Little is the next in line from the list. The Blues love my bones and Son Little rattles my marrow. If I didn’t have to work tonight, I would crack open a jar of good clear liquor and just roll down the spirit river with these blues paddling the boat.

Aaron Livingston is Son Little and comes to us from Philadelphia. The emotion comes through his voice as clear as the bubbles float to the top of one of these mountain spring water filled jars that are hollering at me to be cracked. His voice is a smooth as softened butter. A real nice find for me and I’m fairly certain that anyone loved by the Blues will find their ear’s appreciating the experience of Son Little’s creations.

A review of Son’s most recent album with AntiRecords by NPR is here.

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“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!” — Hermann Hesse