…if you want it.

Really, it is so, if you want. 

Please take hold of my hand

Reviving this, since this ungovernable and infinite archive we are "on" right now shows me that I skipped last year.

 None of this "need it more than ever" stuff--that's marketing lingo by now. 

Let George say it:

In his autobiography, Harrison wrote that the song “is a prayer and personal statement between me, the Lord, and whoever likes it.”*

 

*quote thanks to this piece, which I will have to dig into (or steal the idea)

And what have you done?

Was magic in the air?

"Make your own dream.

That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story, that's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself.

That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be.

There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you."

John Lennon, 1980

Pushing the barriers.

And the people have the power to redeem the work of fools

Overlooking none, hopin´ life gets better for the world

Do what you know's good for you

Here we go. Soul music with soul -- which Prince heard and featured in one of his last albums, though it was first heard as a stream as fast, after events in Baltimore, as you can say "Ohio."

I hope she comes out with a full-length something this year.

And it don't make sense not to keep on pushing

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

Give me hope.

God knows where we're heading

Why won't Jimmy pledge allegiance?

Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace

Let's get some.

Time is truly wastin'

"Ernie was taken aback that Ron had uttered 'bullshit.' When asked why he said the word, Ron simply replied, 'because it needed to be said" and "it's what people want to hear.'"

Give me light.

Peace on Earth today and every day.

Let's hope it's a good one.

You gotta let it, gotta let it grow

"Make your own dream.

That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story, that's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself.

That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be.

There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you."

John Lennon, 1980

I asked the faithful light

Bad news is everywhere. But at least the moon and Patti Labelle's whoop are constant, and good. Her improvisation about the loss of body parts starting around the 4:20 mark is riffing par fonky excellence.



Until today, I had no idea she/Labelle covered this song, nor of the album's existence. So this is a bright spot today. Thanks to the inimitable Questlove and his "Mai's Salon" playlist.

It would be cool to see the moon tonight. I doubt that will come to pass, but at least we know it's still up there.

Love is a flower.

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.