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The Future Is Ours

Whether religious, DC (comics), or related to time itself, I’m a big fan of the trinity.

Once upon a time, I played in a band called Social Focus. The most consistent and gratifying description that was shared to me was, “It’s like Led Zeppelin meets U2.” That’s not an easy line to walk.

I reached out to a group of guys in northern Chicago, shortly after I started my Master’s at Northwestern in 2009. Matt Fedderman, Matt Garza, Brian Kipp, and Ben McMunn brought me into their musical fold. For the first time in my life, I was strictly the singer. It was liberating. I offered structural suggestions here and there, as we all did, but mostly I stuck to my melodies, to my lyrics.

I have been writing music since I was a teenager, but for the first time in my life, from a songwriter’s perspective, this was the first time there was a distinct separation between the lyrics and the music. I had always taken each on, simultaneously, sometimes to the degree of treating the task like a burden. It had to be me, always, all the time.

But not now. It was liberating.

I was writing lyrics as if they were prose, actual poetry.

I was liberated.

Social Focus played their final show together in August of 2013. It really is a damn shame. Our trajectory was upwards and our songwriting/playing as a band was noticeably maturing. Still, I can’t begrudge the experience for freeing me as a writer. So much so that the songs we wrote together, the lyrics that I set as poetry to their music still swirls in my head to this day. I lament the fact that I’m not actively sharing those words as I was back then.

As I said, at the beginning, I’m a big fan of trinities. In this case, my fandom lies with time. All of the lyrics that I’ve written since I joined Social Focus have dealt with a sort of temporal time travel. You talk about the past, in the present, and point to the future. There was this song we had titled “Note to Self”. I love that song. I love our arrangement. Prior to this, the lyrics haunted me. As my life progressed, and the band stopped playing, those lyrics kept coming back to me, as if they were unfinished. Finally, in the summer of 2019, as an exercise, I began singing lyrics/melodies from previous material to music that I was working on. “Note to Self” became “The Future Is Ours”.

I don’t want to give too much away, but for me and my psyche, I closed a loop, a discrepancy in my temporal psyche. I created closure and a way forward through music. Temporal time travel.

To Matt, Matt, Brian, Ben, and Alex, the future is ours. Thank you for helping me on my journey to freedom.

The Many and the Few

Well, here we are, on the eve before election day.

I’ve been privileged to vote in the last 8 elections, including four presidential elections.

Oddly enough, this year’s presidential election reminds me a lot of the situation in 2008.

That comparison has nothing to do with the candidates.

It has to do with the feeling in the air, the heaviness surrounding everyone and their rhetoric. The lyrics expressed in the following song were actually written during the summer of 2008.

We are an incredibly outspoken and opinionated group of people.

That is another incredible privilege.

I pride myself on loving most thing related to nerd culture, but I have always struggled with Spock’s infamous line of dialogue from The Wrath of Khan.

“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one”

While incredibly logical, there is a built in cost, and it’s a cost that seems opposed to equilibrium.

I’d like to propose the idea that the needs of the many should equal the needs of the few.

An equal playing field, that neither favors nor opposes. It simply is.

The sun sets and rises on us all.

Every election decides:

Is “equality” as important as “in power”?

Time to vote.

But every election highlights the same responsibility.

Will we be moved to act in regards to the few, when we feel like we belong to the many?

Jaded is the fight, and yet, we must always try.

Forward Momentum

Always forward.

I love literature. I believe comic books are welcome in that category.

There was a series on Netflix, based off of the character, Luke Cage.

Luke Cage is a comic book character, with many comics printed before the show ever aired.

I remember the first time I heard the phrase “always forward” uttered on the show.

Always forward.

This song is a reflection of that.

There is always a crack in the ceiling,

A hole in the sky.

Your life is a mystery.

And it should bring you higher and higher.

It should get you high.

I Can Take It

I have had the same pair of leather pants since I was 18 years old.

I’m 35 now. Oh yeah, they still fit.

However, I certainly haven’t been exercising enough to wear them well enough since COVID hit. I’d probably look like that dad trying to wear his 20-30 year old tuxedo.

But you know what?

I can take it.

I can’t wait to get back into leather pants shape.

Leather pants rock.

Also, I think this song rocks.

I love rock and roll.

The Whispering Wind

I rise. Darkness falls.

It fades away.

Where am I?

I breathe deeply.

I turn inward.

I am still, moving in several directions.

I seek companionship.

I lift my head toward celestial movements.

The system is beautiful and overwhelming.

I seek comfort.

I return to the earth.

The great blue wonder.

Flowers in her hands.

Oh love that will not let me go.

Always on the edge,

Of the greatest,

And the least.

The Morning Light

It descends from dreams.

Waking questions present themselves.

“Hello. How are you? Is this a good time?”

We are living dreams, we are living in dreams, and we are dreaming existence.

Every morning begs the question.

Who are you, today?

Further questions beg answers.

Is this consistent with who you have been, who you want to be?

How are you?

Is this a good time?

I’ve been meaning to ask you.

What new role would you like?

The Whispering Wind

The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just gleams

Like a great, blue wonder with a flower in her hands

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song

The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just seems

Like a dime store lover with a flower in her hand

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song

Love is always on the edge of the greatest and the least

But the help is hard to fathom, he’s a liar and a priest

Lift your head and breathe deeply with a flower in your hand

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song\

Time will take its toll

Get lost or let it go

The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just gleams

Like a great, blue wonder with a flower in her hands

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song

The Grocery Store

Over the last couple of weeks, I have been learning what it means to be an “empath”. I meet most of the descriptors, and, thankfully, I seem to be functioning as a fairly healthy empath. As I continue to read about the subject, I have noticed contradicting articles about how easy or hard it is to become and improve yourself as an empath. I think I know the perfect place for anyone to improve themselves as an empath. The Grocery Store.

There are very few places that function, day in and day out, as palpable and unique of a social experiment and/or experience as the grocery store, especially when it comes to privilege, expectation, and spatial recognition. It feels like a window into the soul, for an empath like me.

Let’s start in the parking lot. The speed in which someone is driving and the way someone parks their car are the first behaviors to recognize. Next is the number of shopping carts, purposefully, not put into their corrals.

On our way into the grocery store, notice how many people stop in the middle of the entranceway. Then, notice who took the time to put their cart in the general area where they are corralled inside.

Congratulations! You are actually inside of the grocery store now! Now, we need to acknowledge the layout of the grocery store. This does determine, to some extent, the behavior of those that are shopping. The next behavior to notice is that of spatial recognition. Who thinks their space is more important than yours? Who, among the shoppers, is even aware that there are other people in the store, with shopping carts, that also take up space? To quote Ra’s al Ghul, you must “mind your surroundings”.

Quite possibly the most interesting part of the process is checking out with your groceries. Most times, there is a line (like a literally line, for waiting), and here you get to see two or more people, who do not know each other, look each other in the eye, or purposefully avoid looking each other in the eye! This is a real test for humanity. Items rung up incorrectly, bagging practices, you name it. There is always an opportunity for error, and reactions in situations like this are micro to the macro.

Your journey is not over yet. You have to end where you began, observing carts left in impractical locations, noticing the drivers driving too fast, and those that park with seemingly line-blind disorders.

The point to all of this is that even in the most common and mundane places, like a grocery store, one still has to notice the creative interactions we have with one another. We have to be apparent of the ‘whole’ that other people are creating, while at the same time striving to improve the entirety of the situation, creating something new that is more than what was initially present. An allegory for society in general, for sure.

This is what The Central Line is all about, a common ground, a common bond, and a common outcome where all is bettered. Also, do not drive too fast in a grocery store parking lot. I will launch my shopping cart at your car as you drive by.

All The Light We Cannot See

Darkness is a space for possibility. We fill it with what we bring with us, what we choose to recognize and promote, what we choose to remove or part ways with. Sometimes, it feels like the choice is paramount. Sometimes, it feels like there is no choice. In either case, we yearn for freedom in the darkness, hoping that that freedom illuminates all we cannot see.

Now is the time to apologize for having not read the book. I will, someday, so, moving on.

This famous title has a familiarity to it that resonates whether one has read the book or not. “All the light we cannot see”.  Reminds me of, “Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes”. Or, “Do unto others as you would have done unto you”. Or even, “If you can’t say somethin’ nice, don’t say nothin’ at all”. There’s just something classic in the way it rolls off the tongue and resonates within the head and the heart.

Many of these phrases act as guiding lights in our darkness, helping us become more self-aware of our desire to be free, our deep yearning for freedom. The creative yearn for self-expression. The chaotic yearn for tranquility. The war-torn yearn for peace. The misunderstood yearn for understanding. The displaced yearn for home.

There used to be a television show on FX called Legion. It was brilliant and heartbreaking, but also incredibly fulfilling, propelling the imagination forward in a mostly positive way. There was a poem written within the context of the show that I have not stopped thinking about since I heard it.

once upon a time

there was a girl with no dreams

she lived in the right now

then she met a boy

and his dream became hers

except what he didn’t realize

was she already had a dream

that dream was to

be care free

To be truly free, without pain, without anxiety, without care.

This post is dedicated to a certain section of nerdom and the related family and friends, mourning the loss of one of their own. By all accounts, a guiding light so that those around might find their way in the darkness.

Take the shackles off my friends. Reach out, take chances, and make connections.