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.
“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
The sounds coming from Aloke’s “Alive” album released in the summer of last year were produced by Steve Albini around 8 years ago. I have been listening to cuts from this album since around August, and when a tune from it comes up through shuffle, it always puts a smile on my ears for the tunes always having a fresh feel to them. I found it hard to try and stuff these sounds into a particular genre. This just fucking rocks my bones. How shit this good can not catch the sails of mass appeal befuddles my sense of popular artistic sensibility. The Sirens from the powerful corporate island of rare risks taken rules the lazy ears of the easily fooled and distracted lemming eared masses. Aloke is an example of an Orpheus not allowing my tender ears to be baited into artistic deafness procured by the masters of artistical wages. For me, the wages of art is misery, but the gift of creation is internal contented peace with which no word or glance can with reason portray. Aloke gets me there.
Here are some links about the band and to connect with Aloke.
This tune is one of my favorites. The lyrics concur with my own having to face my ego and understand it’s folly and inescapable necessity. Just an epic tune for me.
“I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.”
― Jack Kerouac