This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no Mudd Club, or CBGB
I ain’t got time for that now
—Talking Heads, “Life During Wartime”
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser-guided bombs
They’re really great for righting wrongs
You hit the target and win the game
From bars three thousand miles away
Three thousand miles away
We play the game with the bravery of being out of range
—Roger Waters, “The Bravery of Being out of Range”
The crushing weight of the obvious and inevitable is still less than the overwhelming fear that we have released a catastrophe upon ourselves. I hope it is quick; I hope death and destruction is kept to minimums. We drew a line in the sand, (and erased it, and drew it again, and erased it, and drew it again, ad infinitum…) and now we have crossed it: A war of our own making.
Interesting. Scary, too. Very scary.
It is a good thing that I was born in this country. I love it here. I can go about my normal business, today and tomorrow, with just slight mental damage from the war. America is blessed. Scary, too. Very scary.
Naladahc, once again, has a very though-provoking post on his opinions on the current state of affairs. It is scary, too.
For those of you lucky enough to be in the Long Island area (scary!), please feel free to join me at Münchaba Lounge this evening, where I will be a featured artist. I will try not to freak out about all this war stuff (really scary!).
Onward to victory.