It is stressful times , Religion keeps faith for the spirit, but calm for the physical in this moment of the 21st century is more miss than hit. Medicated psychologists are not above the fray and cannot comfort, much like going to fat Doctors for help with weight loss. Eastern meditation is just foreign to the Western mind with this sustained level of anxiety. Ketamine and mushrooms only shed scarier perspectives of the same obvious truth. I’ve found my ease and boon through the music of WWW II. Men marched and ran towards certain death at Normandy, and in the Pacific with this music humming from sweet memories before their fate . 85 million people died during the deadliest cataclysm in human history, many to this beat. The weight of the loss and tremendous grief of those times are lost on the sons and daughters of the survivors. The music was bracing for the task and self soothing for the survivors. At first listen, sounds of those times seem corny, and comical to the people of this era. The bold and often bawdy lyrics are the calming words that soothe and lift. The music propels the messages, emphasis on beats 2 and 4 in 4/4 time, mildly uplifting. Microdosing a sense of forward motion, not a hope, not a promise but a solid view of a brighter future, where every small seemingly insignificant action mattered and was celebrated.
I’m the girl that makes the thing
That drills the hole that holds the ring
That drives the rod that turns the knob
That works the thing-ummy-bob
“It’s a ticklish sort of job making a thing for a thing-ummy-bob,
Especially when you don’t know what it’s for.
But it’s the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the ring
That makes the thing-ummy-bob that makes the engines roar.
And it’s the girl that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring
That makes the thing-ummy-bob that’s going win the war.
It is ‘n all.”
And we are reminded: