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The Spiritual Death of Music

Music was my jet engine. Music was my time machine. Music was my teletransport to non-physical emotion. It made my body more energy than mass.


	Released: 06.01.02
	Source: Vic Thrill
	Author: Vic Thrill
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Music was my jet engine. Music was my time machine. Music was my teletransport to non-physical emotion. It made my body more energy than mass. It made me high and un-killable, protected by fearlessness and oneness with eternity. Close to my creator, to what I created, what came through me, through you from it. Thank you for your open minds, for your information, for your concern, for your compassion, your participation, your exultation, your criticisms, witticisms, and added spin to this time here on Earth together.

We do not appeal to the masses, to the mass media machine. We are not worthy of industry support. The biggest money is given to generating and perpetuating that which is not real, that which makes no difference, that which is harmful in its delusion, stupidity, and in no danger of disobeying the natural law of universal virtues (yeah right).

We used to have dialogue with the cosmos with music. We alleviated our psyc pain through it. It was a vehicle for every question, frustration and jubilation. Now it is tame, like the rest of our homogenized society. Rigid and soulless, a mockery of our extraordinary human existence, an insult to our intelligence, and a hindrance to the development of our consciousness. Turn on the radio, turn on the TV right now and let's have a mass bashing of popular media. Where else do you get your information? What is it that makes you, You? Your rote memory is 1000 dimensions deep with this stuff, much too far in for an intellectual retrace, and escape to objectivity. Your perspective and objective, your point of reference, every move you make, all that governs you is wrapped up in this and can only be safely transcended by letting your spirit take over.

The first thing that must be done away with is skepticism and doubt, criticism and cool. "I'm so fuckin' cool I'm not gonna do anything ever again. I'm just gonna sit here and watch people make asses of themselves in their awkward bumble through life trying to find themselves."

The idea of music was once expressive, now it's oppressive! At one time it was performed by Shamans, healers, savants, prodigies and nomads. Now you have NSync, Back Street Boys, and Britney Spears, half silicon and can't wipe her ass with anything smaller than a fifty-dollar bill.

Who's going to save it? You want it to be organic. You want it to come from nowhere. You do not want to be informed of its arrival because nothing you can conceive of and understand is worthwhile and can make no significant difference. Is that what you think? I speak as someone who is infected, not from a high horse, and that is what popular media has made me think.

I will not let material hell creep into the one thing I cherish most in life! It is out of jurisdiction! No people to blame. I speak to that which perpetuates this materialistic imperialism. You cannot have my spirit too! It is unbound by your contracts, criticisms and all that ties you down in your belief that it empowers you. Money does not empower. Fame does not empower. Power does not empower. Do what you do, think what you think, drink what you drink, and join us in a night of boundless expression.

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