I’m into Hiroshi Yoshimura these days. I go through phases with music. It’s my job, listening to music and writing stuff, so I hear alot of it. YouTube. Then something gets inspired and it starts to flow. Only then does it quicken and get deep.
And isn’t that what it’s about? Don’t we want to get quickened? Especially if we’re late driving the kids to school and there’s been an accident.
I think so. There always seems to be an accident somewhere. We’re accident prone. We can’t seem to stop having accidents. I’d like to say we are an accident or could be an accident or maybe the whole universe is an accident - which is true in a way. I mean it’s as good of an explanation as anything.
Well first there was nothing except an infinitely small, infinitely dense point and then it blew up.
Well God made it by waving his arms and saying magic words.
Or it’s all a complete and pure beautiful accident.
I dunno, they all sound reasonable enough to me in their common unreasonableness.
And maybe you have your own explanation. I wish I knew what it was. It might be uniquely unreasonable.
While we wander through this foggy dark night might as well listen to some music while we’re at it. And it is foggy and it is dark some days and we are uniquely here (the point of my tirade) to experience it, to feel and to know something in our own unique way. To have adventures. To find a friend and feel love.
All the cars sooshing by in the street create some kind of music. A harmony of sorts, some Hiroshi Yoshimuro without the chimes just the deep bass note of passing cars and a little mid-range.
There is a harmony there. The cars don’t often collide. They watch out for each other. Arrive safely that’s the watchword. Enjoy the journey, by the way, or you might as well get out of your car and walk. Stay on the side of the road.
From my perch here in the patio cafe next to the sooshing cars that sound like music, I notice the pillars, standing like sentinels and holding up the transom and the trellised roof next to the sidewalk and the parked cars. The pillars are made out of fossilized rock or rather limestone which is fossilized rock. People don’t notice it but yeah marine animals from 100 million years ago are trapped in that rock. Frozen. All squashed down and stuck together.
100 million years ago it was warm and wet and this place was underwater. It was the Cretaceous Era and dinosaurs were walking around on the land, Tyrannosaurus Rex and such. In the shallow sea that occupied most of what is now midwest America and all the way to Canada, large aquatic animals frolicked and fed: giant mosasaurs and the spiral ammonites and all sorts of creatures.
Pine forests appeared and flowers and bees. Pterosaurs with their 35 foot wingspan soared through the skies - the winged lizard (which is what its name means in Greek), the wind whisperer, the dragon. Our ancient primordial mammalian ancestors were there too, squirrel-like little creatures, rodent-like little creatures reproducing in the understory, out of sight and hopefully unnoticed.
Thanks to the asteroid that landed in Mexico 65 million years ago, 80% of life on earth was wiped out including the dinosaurs and the pterosaurs which created a window of opportunity for the little mammal people to prosper and grow big and expand their niche.
And that’s what we did. Somehow we survived the mass extinction by burrowing underground or finding a safe spot somewhere and we went on living and procreating. That was 65 million years ago. Look at us now.
Which is the point of my tirade: look at us now. Feature rich. Noble. Upright. Devious. Smart. Clever. Funny. Can smile and make jokes. Language and social skills are amazing, have the ability to cause a mass extinction event or create heaven on earth. Literate - can write books, can also lie, cheat and steal. Kind, compassionate and beautiful. Warlike and cruel. Courageous, resourceful and adaptable, teller of stories and creator of myths, half angel and half demon I guess. Look at us now.
We’ve come a long ways and we should celebrate it. That’s the point of my tirade. Humans get a bad rap from all the stories in the ‘news’, but we’re not that bad. Maybe a bit confused but we mean well most of the time. Most of us. Don’t you think so?
It’s a controversial statement, I suppose, but think about it. You’re reading this, I wrote it. Something beavers or aspen trees cannot do, or not in this way. We’re communicating on a sophisticated level. And this is on the internet. Ok, maybe aspen trees do it in their own way. They have figured out that aspen trees are not actually individual trees at all but are connected underground to a common root.
They all change color at the same time in the Fall and although individual trees die the root remains alive and sprouts new trees if the conditions are right. The root is the common source, it stores the genetic information of that aspen stand and may be thousands of years old. It’s the underground network that’s alive and the microbial communities that interact symbiotically with the root tips Those trees are networking underground, they’re talking to each other in their own way. The shimmering, quaking leaves in Summer, the golden aura that emerges in the Fall, the smooth white trunk, are these not expressions too?
We live in weird times. We have become dissociated from our natural environment, we have lost touch with each other and with ourselves. It’s an unprecedented calamity. Music has the power to reconnect us. I hope you are listening.
ends at 25:37 with ocean sounds
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