"doped with sex n drugs"...n den de rest dat is tabooed is, self courtesying, rock and roll...!! dat was back in, 1960's and specially during de summer of 1967, epitomized as in 'de summer of love', rock and roll was de skins and bones of dose hippie movements, psychedelic movements, beat culture, one world phantasms, rumbling dose notions of free love and free food, contention against de dubbed religion and 'light my fire', 'all you need is love' n ' nature boys' were echoed through de amplifiers all across de lavish streets of USA.
'rock n roll' has grown up in time. it is no more dat wayward son, who once had discarded n refused to recognize dose middle class's tenure with moral legends n working class heroism. resonating de summer of love, den JNU students took on to endorse mass smoking n she-class tagged up themselves with short hairs and he-class, severely boycotted de barbers.
"lingo...creed...sex...no Bar", dictum dat young guns took on to fulfillments, no lingo bugging, no creed cooking, no sex sicking, n Bars?? well, no bar...!! wen DU had become a stage for despised ones, when being a student of it, meant to navigate beyond de quips dere identity played with dem and dose were de times, wen dey swore onto de task of solemnizing de big bad word.
but dere populace was a meager hundreds of thousand, a speck amongst de fastest growing human mass. Many did embraced de movement, though never were a part of it. wht abt de rest?? certainly, dey didn't echo. and lil too soon, de stages were stirred by de augmenting crimes, social n economical instability, n faded wen de hallucinogens to attain higher awareness were banned frm general use.
dose summers eventually passed into de dates, and summer by summer, season by season, cause by cause, dis one big bad word, finally got in sync with de social propaganda n de paranoiac disposal of 'rock n roll' were out of rituals. though, some true rocker n roller, tried to stick to de "rock n roll" like religion in its most neutered form, dey couldn't surpass de need to change underneath de commercial aspect dat later got hooked to de big bad word. de big bad word was shortened, de big bad word was manipulated under de mimicry n posing stuff n de big bad word was tunned to be a master piece rather den being tunned to de inner self, dat grows up as a classic n cults. cults, dat sucked back wen dey were gigged fr de first tym and dey suck even now. see...dats classy...no change...with tym...!!
bands came to go...! genres like alt. rock, country rock, indie rock, Anatolian rock, art rock, blues-rock, cello rock, Celtic rock, Christian rock, garage rock, glam rock, raga rock, samba rock, shock rock, wizard rock, n...so forth, all akin to de big bad word, surfaced.
de big bad word, dat once took to de cause of screaming for de unheard voices, anti war protests, a spiritual mission, communes, cults and more...was deceased to mere entertainment bizz...!! wen de beatniks died, hippies became inactive, den...dis big bad word became less vigorous. "rock n roll" which, today is nothing less of a world wide phenomenon, has stayed out of work fr some while now.
so...where de wayward son has gone...?? how could it be gone??
well, de wayward son, is home. so...finally de dad has convincingly done de task, de cradle has been re decorated, and de child is asleep. bt sooner or later, it has to wake up again. eventually, it has to tread ways. it has to be lost, for certain. it has to be a way ward again...!!
de broken strings will be mended, de amplifiers will be unearthed out of de bulk of trash. it 'll take on de fake wires, it will plug in all de powers and and with all de traits of moshe n head banging, but dis time, and once again, it would be for some cause.
while de Tibet melts down, wen millions of refugees are strenuously exerting for a home, wen dere are still suppression going around de corners, wen ppl still speculate about a mid day meal n ppl merely throw in cans to combat, n sit back, dis 'big bad word' can be a better tool to out shine dose high visual effects of camouflaged transgression n misdemeanor n mass moral violation.
Bob Marley believed that racism could be actually cured, by injecting music. Once, he was to address ppl of Harlem, wen he had just dodged an attempt to assassinate him, and so was advised not to. He said ''dere are many ppl out dere, working hard to make dis world a worse place. How could I take a day off??"
so... how could i....?? how could you...?? how could any body...??
Sunday, March 23, 2008
etc..etc...n one big bad word..."rockiest n rolliest"
Posted by piro nun chiyaa at 8:48 AM 6 comments
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