You never understand what people are going through until you sit down, share a drink, and try to get to know them. I can tell you there are some needy souls out there! I mean some folks need a hug bad. His dead eyes seemed to want to suck the life out of the sun itself, and his choice of tunes reminded me of a death march.
One night, I was walking up the D. Things got worse. Does radio contribute to our lower selves by bombarding us with music that insults our divine nature, intelligence, and makes us think selling drugs and our bodies is a viable means to an end? Do we really want to degrade women and honor our mothers and sisters in the same breath? How does that work? Musicians spend countless hours developing a soundscape inspired by an internal groove machine, and then coloring it with lyrics that degrade themselves and women to get a record deal.
Ask Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg or Motley Crue how effective it is. They are spiritually incapable of matching the lyrics to the music since what a musician plays on an instrument is usually a series of experimental pieces linked together, such as intro, verse, bridge, etc. Men would write of world conditions and problem solving instead of what happened at the club, how much our rings and cars cost, or how little women mean to us.
When, in fact, everything we do is to put ourselves in better favor with them. With a little help from a sperm cell, women incubate, nourish, and give us an internal head start on what awaits us.
If she is brutalized and stressed, malnourished and so on, so shall we be. That should speak volumes about how important women are to the health of this world. I had asked myself the same question from time to time, and I decided to follow up on it. Now talking to this club owner in that tone of voice was scary. He was a young, brash Italian and kept at least one enforcer with him at all times.
