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I know why the Higgs-Boson exists. it's the simple fact that without inspiration nothings exists. Have you ever felt the movement of excitement that comes when you hear a song that you can't stop liking? it is the beat of life or is the music is in your soul.
Infectious, yes, and that is only the beginning. It moves you.It moves your atoms. By design, some might say, but I think there is a greater force at work. Equal energy is created by the opposite force bring exerted on it. What if energy is created by the human spirit? What if we stopped smashing atoms and began playing music for them. Isn't everything atomic what makes us human? And what if everything that is human makes us atomic? Shouldn't that power transfer both ways? I don't believe that subatomic particles are separate from humanity. In fact, I believe i believe that we are the same.The problem with atomic theory and most theories is that they leave out the human-side of things. That is not to say that all things human are the essential part of the beginning of life as we know it. We know that other beings existed longer and before us. But to think that our existence has nothing to do with what came before would be foolish and egotistical. The real truth is that we don't know. Does that ever stop anyone from contemplating the reason for existence? No. And so, after maybe, not enough thought, I realize that we are all of the same matter, essentially. Aren't we? So, if we inject some rock music into the crashing of atoms aren't we sending a signal to ourselves in the utmost way. Can you imagine the big bang without music? Something above human or human sparked all that we know, if you consider that the atoms that we all share are millenniums old, then how could they not. Shouldn't our genetic code have been included in the beginning. How could we exist without our "humanness?" And then, mustn't our humanness been a part of the beginning? I imagine an immense explosion of energy that was our beginning and yet, carried our history and all creatures beginnings in it. We all came from the God Particle, didn't we? So, is life and all universes created that exist a separate event or a beginning and an end. To think that we are the highest on the chain of predators is sad and pathetic. I hope there is more. Better to believe that there will be other lives when we have ceased to exist that will be different from us for sure. But, possibly better? As Carl Sagan once said, to believe that we are the only possibility to exist in space would be ludicrous. The odds are astronomical. As a history teacher, it becomes painfully obvious that we know nothing and haven't learned anything, and probably never will. So then, how does the Higgs Boson "God Particle" factor into this story? It stands to reason that all things human are created of the matter that exists within us all. So were all of our future human endeavors included in the big bang? I can't say for sure, but i do know this… when music is playing, i feel energized. The kind of energy that can change the world. It can lift us up, educate us and tear us apart. Most can agree that music can be inspirational, at the least. But can it do more? I believe that it can. It can heal, save, and move us to believe there are more possibilities than we can conceive. Just interview a Dead-head, and you'll find a moving response. But don't stop there, talk to a buddhist, a christian or a person of any faith. Does music play a part in their spiritual existence? Would Katy Perry be who she is without it? My suggestion: as you smash atoms, play some Beatles, Clash or Stones. Hell, for that matter, play some Usher or Justin Beeber. It's all in our "humanness" and our existence. For that matter, play some Decemberists, REM, Green Day or Lucinda Williams. Even Bob Dylan mentions Alicia Keys in his work. I say smash those atoms with some excitement and sadness. A Neil Young song could could make them feel, rage, love or bring them to tears. A Red Hot Chili Peppers song could make them dance. You want to find the God-Particle? Play them some Beastie Boys. The Rock Shirt. The day was hot, sweaty. I was daydreaming, walking down a dusty aisle at an outdoor flea market. I've been alone before. People always have their own agenda, but what's mine. Ive got time on my hands. Bored. Lonely. What do I believe in anyway? Why are we at this place? Crappy, dusty day. You better reveal something worthwhile. I shuffle through old LPs. How many times have we done this? There's nothing but junk here. Well at least they have albums to look at. I do love music. Beatles, B for Beatles. 331/3. George Harrison? Did he really notice the difference? Today I'm 33.3 years old and i need to create something to commemorate it? Hmm, another... Magical Mystery album. David Bowie Live at the Tower Theatre? All ready got it... love on ya! A glance off to my side reveals scattered toys. A Yellow Submarine. Anything miniature catches my attention. Blue Meanies float above me. Shooting at my daydream cloud, bursting my gigantic thought bubble. And then a giant glove, take away the "g" and you're left with L-O-V-E. it smashes the meanies away. I remember the movie. I imagine the final scenes. You know, the real Beatles show up to finish the movie as if to say the dream is over, now wake up. I've got a hole in me pocket. Hmm, my pocket. Nine bucks and lint, not really worth having. What can I buy with this. You never know when your future will change and one thing that Ive learned is that you should be open to it. Could anyone know when a cataclysmic event in their life is about to occur? Can anyone guess when a life philosophy will be born. Can any estimate the power of rock on a young boy? After shuffling through the dead zone of burned out antiques and one person's trash which is, apparently, another person's treasure, I stumbled to a concession stand to buy a soda. With a cheap, paper cup, that instantly disintegrates the moment the so-called flat, uncarbonated goo they call Coke hits hot air, I tried to slurp up what I could. I asked myself, "How can I continue to browse with this sloppy soda and ill-fitting lid"? The decision to jettison the mess in a cup wasn't a hard one. Must throw it away, I thought to myself. And in the near distance a receptacle presented itself. Okay, I know your waiting to hear the end of this woeful tale, but I must take a moment to tell you about myself. Music, and an interest in music came easy to me. I was never adventurous, but I do have my ways of uncovering what I believed to be good music. And on that fateful day in the lines of "crap" that people wanted to unload, I found a meager, yet substantial link to my future. As I moved toward the barrel that would lead me to another place in my life, I had an overwhelming sense that something was about to change. For the better I assumed, and only now can I say that I was correct in my assumption. Of course, as has been my life's path, as I moved to pitch my soda to the can; I stumbled and spilled my beverage on my shoe. But, in the process of making a spectacle of myself, i somehow manage to extricate from this situation, with a half-throw flailing of the arm. Damn, I missed. As i bent down to pick up what was left of my soda and felt that all eyes were watching me. A young boy's self-consciousness working full-tilt, I glimpsed what would be the opening to a new world. A new world of music and life. I was fascinated by what can only be described as an orgy of black concert t-shirts that I could not recognize. I read the words slowly, The Clash, The Ramones, and Van Halen? What were these mystical bands? What did they sound like. Not being a very shrewd bargain-shopper, I asked a simple question, how much? "For all three?" the man replied. Uh, I've got eight bucks I whispered softly. I was and am a pretty shy guy. "I'll sell you two for eight." Hmm, okay. I'll take The Clash and Van Halen? (more soon!) This is your new blog post. Click here and start typing, or drag in elements from the top bar.
This is your new blog post. Click here and start typing, or drag in elements from the top bar. Like Father, Like SonAhhhh, a proud moment for any Dad... a son's first rock concert! The power of Dylan saved my life and the power of rock moved my soul. I shared this gift with my son David. David united with me in a sacred trust and love of Bob Dylan. We watched Don't Look Back until the DVD was scratched. We listened and learned each song. We made the Scorsese documentary, No Direction Home our bible. Dave soaked up everything he could about Dylan. Hattie Carroll was his favorite song. We practiced on the guitar, we sang it and we watched it again, and again. That is why the Dylan t-shirt and hat that Dave is wearing in this picture is so memorable. It symbolizes my rebirth and the beginning of a shared interest for Dave and me. My wife Kristie and I took Dave to Hershey to experience Dylan! The encore was Like a Rolling Stone. I told Dave at the time, "not many kids your age can say they've seen a living legend perform what is arguably the best rock song ever written". Truer words were never spoken. THE ROCK SHIRT PROJECT: The Power of Rock Lives! Release your inner Rock-God... I often try to imagine my life without music. Music, Rock music in particular, is my life. I listen to music while I wash the dishes, while I take out the garbage, and do all the everyday stuff! It makes life an everyday festival. My children are the whammy bar of my life, adding a rocket of sound to the soundtrack of my life. I know it sounds "corny" but I believe that music is man's way of reaching a higher spirituality... music seeps into my world, and into my brain. Music is my aeroplane. If you feel the same, please grace this blog with your picture and story in full rock glory! Send story to RockBlog. Backstory: "My wife got me this shirt when our son, Bowie, was born... when I wear it I feel the power of his destiny in my heart. This shirt has love and power in it! Kristie and I got married and Bowie is our love child. He is a tempest at times, born from a moonage daydream, but I feel that he truly personifies the creativty that pushed David Bowie to create some of the most otherworldly music every made." VZ Start blogging by creating a new post. You can edit or delete me by clicking under the comments. You can also customize your sidebar by dragging in elements from the top bar.
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