Everything's gonna come around

Reading the coverage of a special visit this week is nudging little connections that might not be there otherwise. Maybe there's hope for this ol' world to get its act together, at least if this guy thinks there's some.

So the message here hit me.



Or it's that having to work doggedly at the computer lately seems to flow when accompanied by then-there-were-three Genesis.

I dunno, I think this one from 1983 has a feel of both the old, theatrical, Gabriel Genesis and the impending "Invisible Touch-ah!" Genesis. Weird oogly synths and Phil's falsetto.

Did I just connect the Pope and Genesis? Sure.

Remember how the stars stole the night away?

Whenever I hear it, I always remember how this felt. 

But it's really not about nostalgia. It's an aid to help you climb to a peak of happiness, way up in the blue sky, every -- single -- time   it plays.

YOW!

Turn it Up: Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner

Needed a mind-alterer right about now.

Today's Shuffle: See our marvellous leaders quiver

What if we joined together and said we'd had enough with all the bullshit? We need a union against those trying to divide us in the socio-political realm, not just/solely employment.


If we spent the energy absorbing ludicrous sideshows on perceiving and acting against the insidious ways these circus acts divide us.

Also, I'm sick of working to work.




To put it more hopefully, it's the other side of the "Imagine" coin.

Who is to say you'll be livin' in sadness

All I want to do is listen to Ernie Isley guitar solos and look at the sky and the leaves before they both go away, for the first harbinger of the Great Losses of autumn is my nasal and bronchial passages gone haywire.

They call it fall for a reason.

I just don't want this to go away. Please?

At least Ernie will stick around. I can even revisit the context of it all.