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I've been to Trans-Siberian Orchestra (TSO) concerts when they have come through my area. It is certainly an audio/visual saturation experience. A TSO signature would be their mini rock opera Christmas story. When they came through my area part of all the ticket sales were donated to local charities. They got it going on...
This particular TSO selection? Think "Rat race"? "Get to work"? "Rush Hour"? "Punch a clock"? "Struggling to make ends meet"? "Frenzy"? "Are you wearing the correct tie"? "Meeting all the peer pressure demands"?
In our current central bank debt system it is impossible to get ahead. In fact it is specifically designed to make sure you don't. Now almost everyone in the house is working.. multiple jobs!!! Still not enough..
Here is TSO..
Artists are those within our society that have a special insight, understanding, knowledge... vision... that the rest of us do not see with such ease as they do. In many cases these artists also have the ability to express and share what they know with the rest of us via “artistic expression”. Their gift is two-fold. They have the vision and are able to express it artistically with the rest of us to be become recognized by the masses for their gift as an artist.
There are also many that have the “vision” but not the gift for expressing it. Would they also be considered an “Artist”?
Alas for these artists what they get to see and know many times is not easy to carry. Just holding a vision of theirs can be... personally challenging? Problematic? Hard to accept? Hence the rise of what we all know as the “tortured” artist. Some one staggering around under the weight of what the rest of us do not carry.
We all know this instinctive these people are the visionaries and prophets among us. Not only do they deserve latitude from us but, more importantly, they deserve our attention, to be heard, what they are expressing we can all learn from their gift.
Trans-Siberian Orchestra: Flight of the Bumblebee
Think maybe "Hamster on a tread mill"? "Cattle drive"? "Lemmings running off a cliff"?
I sit relaxing on the porch at the end of a productive day. Have a smoke, a drink and finalize this day coming to a close. The colors in the sky. The sun tracking low. The pattern of the clouds and their movement. The feel, smell and sound of the breeze flowing across the porch, through the trees and touching something primal in me are all coming across my reflections. Social interactions of the day, all events of the day are now a retrospective consideration. I am only distracted for a moment, or two maybe, by the bee on a flower harvesting nectar near the porch. Why did he choose that flower and not that flower?
The big questions, considerations and reflections of life.
Time for that?
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