Extended CLICK5… CLICKB8: A Fourth Turning Tale – Am Bad Ass Of The Airwaves…

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  1. Radio has long since been weaponized. It’s complex tho. One might even say radio has not been weaponized, but perhaps just refined. Fermented, and found its true nature in the fermentation process.

    Not proud of it, but the other day I admonished someone for listening to people pushing hate on “talk radio”. Well, I don’t know if I really admonished them, but I did inquire as to how they thought all of that nonstop vitriol affected them as a person.

    Constant raised voices about all that is wrong with the world, and the themselves ain’t doing jack shit except may fanning the flames with their tempestuous tantrums. Could it be they are cries for help, but they so misunderstand “the problem(s)” and any solutions are so beyond them, that their thoughts can only be expressed in anger and/or frustration? /shrug

    ^Rush – The Spirit Of Radio^


    BTW, I’m gonna post the lyrics to that song because the song actually gets very dark towards the middle, and to be honest as a kid, I never knew what in the hell they were talking about/why the song lyrics seems to go totally off the rails at the end/what it meant.

    ——————-
    Rush
    Spirit of Radio
    ——————-
    Begin the day with a friendly voice
    A companion unobtrusive
    Plays that song that’s so elusive
    And the magic music makes your morning mood

    Off on your way, hit the open road
    There is magic at your fingers
    For the Spirit ever lingers
    Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

    Invisible airwaves crackle with life
    Bright antenna bristle with the energy
    Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
    Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

    All this machinery making modern music
    Can still be open-hearted
    Not so coldly charted, it’s really just a question
    Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty

    One likes to believe in the freedom of music
    But glittering prizes and endless compromises
    Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah

    Invisible airwaves crackle with life
    Bright antenna bristle with the energy
    Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
    Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

    For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall
    Concert hall
    And echoes with the sound of salesmen.
    Of salesmen
    Of salesmen
    ——————-

    Commercials. He, appears to me to be anyway, talking about how radio programming weaves in and out of light/dark, and ends with the bottom line of everything you hear on the radio has a bottom line of someone somewhere trying to sell you something. I think Neil Peart, who wrote the lyrics, realized his own hypocrisy and his bandmates own hypocrisy. “Standard” commercials from the donut shop and the local car dealership notwithstanding, every song played on the radio is in fact an advertisement to get the listener to go out and buy records and CDs and t-shirts and posters and go to concerts. Dedicate at least part of your life, and part of your finances, to us. Support my band, support me, and support the lifestyle both I and my bandmates desire to obtain. You also need to support the radio stations that supply you with this music and keep you informed as to what we are doing/when we have new music/when we are coming to your town, etc.. And fund the record companies who put our music out and promote our tours. And support the t-shit makers and poster makers and bumper sticker makers and button makers and every other entity involved in this enterprise of ours. And make sure there are venues where we can play. And make sure there is sufficient infrastructure to support these venues. And make sure there is sufficient infrastructure to support our traveling to these venues. That rabbit hole goes on and on.

    To make matters worse, in order to do all of this, and you also really need to get your ass to work and do a good job so you don’t get fired, that way you can afford to purchase a radio and buy our music and buy our shit and so forth. It is our responsibility to provide you the motivation you need to get up and get moving in the morning by us providing you with some great music that makes you happy and makes you want to work well and keep working, Make you want to listen to the radio and visit purveyors of music, yadda yadda.

    Some nasty loops there which might just make one question what in the fuck they’ve gotten themselves into.

    I get the feeling that Neil Peart saw these loops, was puzzled by them, and put pen to paper trying to understand them. Perhaps the other members of Rush saw them too after Neil pointed them out. Music is a damn strange “trade” to be involved in after all, and I’d imagine being successful at it comes with a shitload of existential troubles, especially when one begins to see some of the lesser-known or not so obvious wheels which makes the turntable spin…so to speak.

    I could be wrong on some or all of that.

    Do get the feeling tho that it is not in the interests of those in talk radio for things to actually “get fixed”, for were that to happen, they’d have nothing to talk about/would be out of a job, the infrastructures that support talk radio (or similar) would either collapse or at least be in need of a massive overhaul as it pertains to programming, and we’d be back to engaging in media that provided “simple pleasures”.

    ^Rush – Closer To The Heart (feat. Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys)^

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  2. Harvard prof Juliette Kayyem:

    “Slash the tires, empty gas tanks, arrest the drivers, and move the trucks”

    Errr how?

    Drivers arrested, tyres slashed, no fuel in their tanks.

    Logic is obviously not that professor’s strong suit.

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