Dostrotime, Inferno-time

I don’t think I’ve ever once left the symphony with a burning desire to know more about “politics.” Not once. I was, on a few occasions, left with some vague urge to read up more on the composers but that’s about it. This shows me several things. But chief in importance is the fact that music seems to go beyond words and logical thought-forms. Music puts you in your element, while the opposite - a chaotic world currently running on the fumes of Inversion and Satanism - pulls you into the darkness. Hold up a sec, lemme take a couple of hours to figure out which one is best, ok? Sheesh! All these hard questions of life you give me. Jolly gosh that’s a difficult one.

(the combined orchestras of the NAC and OSQ as seen on stage in Toronto last night in a rare appearance…the sights and sounds all went up straight in my Gullava and all around my fuzzy wuzzies like a nice cold glass of Moloka)

To be sure, for people caught in the frosty glare of the hologram-projection reality and Narratives which aim to keep us in a low-vibrational state, the entirety of art is like a zombie knocking at a door which is forever locked. No amount of pounding will unseal the potential energy within.

Still, that doesn’t mean that the outside world doesn’t intrude at times. Consider the recent Aaron Bushnell self-immolation case.

The following is a mere skip of the rocks in a sea of rage-filled opinion, trolls, flaming hashtags, storm-filled debates and outright insanity. Roger Waters of Pink Floyd already called him an all-American hero 1 day after the fire raged. Celia Farber seems to think it’s all an op. The apparently incredibly autistic and lacking-in-empathy Ed Dutton of The Jolly Heretic (Youtube) simply chalks the whole thing up to a “narcissistic dark triad personality.” So even with thinking people, ideas differ dramatically on this one. Comedian Owen Benjamin can’t even decide if it’s real or not, which isn’t a wholly crazy thing to think in this age. That’s the world we inhabit today.

Let’s say we accept the facts, at least as they appear on video. I’ve watched the uncensored file multiple times myself (did anyone really think that I wouldn’t?). Looks real to me. Could imprint itself on the mind for anyone who sees it. So in this particular view, Bushnell was alive, now he’s dead. Ok, so what? Only a burnt spot remains and nothing has changed. But in another interpretation it’s we who are dead, being in a state of deceit without full knowledge. It was Max Igan who reminded me the idea that NPCs don’t actually “die” even though they walk among us here in the flesh - - so how can they suddenly die from the amply-distributed clotshots for example, even though statistics and official records, freely available to anyone with a phone [and a brain], point otherwise? In Igan’s view, upon joining the swelling ranks of the excess dead these people’s “souls” simply leave the meat-bag which constitutes their actual body and “return” to the initial point of origin at birth at another body, ready to try living life again from the start. I’m in full agreement that people who swallow today’s narratives, whether about clotshots or Ukraine, are at least metaphysically totally inert. Don’t know about the soul part yet. But all this asks: what became of Bushnell’s soul? If self-immolation is an act against our Creator who gave us the will to live and struggle and prosper, what about the soul of someone who gave himself to the flames because he coudn’t stand seeing the steadily climbing piles of dead kids in the Middle East? Former weapons inpsector Scott Ritter said something to the effect that he certainly wouldn’t do what Bushnell did, but that all said and done it was more or less necesssary to bring attention to what’s going on. I’m on the fence about the whole thing. It’s kind of like a test I suppose, with three possible outcomes: 1) You have no emotional reaction to the event, confirming my theory that the viewer is actually already dead and is blind to the genocides of our time, 2) You’re sad to see people die but are glad people are “taking action” as they say, 3) You think the whole thing is a hoax.

We’re caught between two rocks which aren’t ideal. It’s a world of spineless cowards whose idea of critical thinking is writing Slava Ukraine! online, but it’s also one where the same side seems to wish the total destruction of a people and countries as a whole because it’s God’s Will. Again, so what? People snap, take drastic measures, and we’re left with ashes. That’s it I guess.

Time to go back to being dead, ah - so comfy! …at least until March 23rd, when I see Shostakovich’s 10th Symphony again. Now, there’s someone who knew how to combine politics and art, right? Russia may yet need his strengths once more in the upcoming year(s).

Here he is with his Leningrad firefighter’s helmet. Can you help put out these fires, oh Dimitri? Maybe you can just watch out for the planes then. I’ll provide reinforcement. “How?” he asks from the dead. I answer that I’ll take up position in the nearest concert hall and prepare myself for the afterlife by listening to the symphony he wrote. Then I’ll be sufficiently sure that my soul won’t be all dark and coal-like by the time I go to meet my maker. “Sounds like a plan” comes back the answer. And with that we communicate just like prisoners tapping on the pipes in some faraway place closed long ago that not even the historians of yesteryear remember.

Oh yes 1 word about the weird name. The title of today’s post comes from Squarpusher’s latest album which dropped this past Friday. Nothing more. Besides, it’s always Dostrotime.