If A = B and B = C then A = C, according to Gertrude Stein;
Stein labored as a modernist mathematician, singlehandedly endowing
the Transitive Property of Woody Perennials by famously contending, “Rose is a
rose is a rose”;
This relationship is not lost upon forward political
observers, who apply it to G.O.P. = G.O.P. = G.O.P.;
The formula continues to apply despite the frequent attempts by said
Grand Old Party to gerrymander our fair sward of concrete strip mall, i.e.,
deli, bagel, and karate America;
O, it gerrymanders, he gerrymanders, they gerrymander, y’all
gerrymander, she it;
Similarly, if we let A = George H.W. and B = W and C = Jeb,
then we get A = W = Jeb, ergo, Bush is a Bush is a Bush;
“Duh = Duh = Duh”, [overheard], therefore Duh = Duh;
“You can all me Al” [overheard] + “Al dente” [overheard] + “Dante’s
Inferno” [overheard] = “You can call me Al Dante’s Inferno” (Duh);
Meanwhile, an indifferent, villainous, remotely-sympathetic
character in a novel by Albert Camus practices some calisthenics while awaiting
his execution in a North African prison;
He completes a Someursault, he completes several
Someursaults, but this is not the point, no;
The Stranger calls
to mind several inconsistencies faced by Meursault in the legal system;
Namely, one ought to receive a trial by a jury of one’s
pears, not to mention other shrub species and pomaceous fruits;
If you’ve really screwed up, like the protagonist in the
Camus novel, then you ought to face a Trial by Journey, but however it goes:
Don’t stop believin’ / Hold on to that feelin’ / Streetlight people. . . .
Don’t stop believin’ / Hold on to that feelin’ / Streetlight people. . . .
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Journey is one of the most heinous bands ever. Who is more heinous than that band? Okay, REO Speedwagon. Okay, Styx. But not many more, I'm telling you. Okay, Triumph. But not many more.
Molly Hatchet, Kansas, and Rush (Ayn Rand's favorite band) are all measurably worse than Journey. I don't remember Triumph being all that bad, but I'm sure they deserve a place in the conversation. -- Casey
PS: Don't misconstrue this as a defense of Journey. They are truly heinous. But other bands, such as the above-mentioned, might have a higher quotient of heinousness.
"Heinous" like they all wore Hanes undergarments?
Styx, REO Speedwagon, Molly Hatchet, Rush, Motley Crue, Foreigner, I mean, urk.
I know that some will defend Boston, (the band), but I place them in this "heinous" category.
"Heinous" like the body part? I mean, we all have a heinous. . . .
------------B.A.
I actively like Rush, myself. Kansas has a varied sound that is sometimes bearable. Molly Hatchet wasn't around long enough to soil things as much as they might have. But we won't argue about it, I'm sure.
I mean: Eddie Money, Loverboy, .38 Special, Night Ranger, Survivor, Billy Squier. . . .
The soil is considerable. . . .
The heinous is widespread. . . .
"Widespread Heinous & Other Poems". . . .
But I digress. . . .
ba
Remember when rock and roll was supposed to save us, instead of bury us? Yeah, me neither.
"Rush to the Journey of Triumph: An Obituary, and other Poems"
Your essays are always a delight!
Thanks, Ted!
Mark,
I wonder just what Journey is promising us with "Don't Stop Believin'" -- I mean, first of all, who are the promising anything to? Dudes in mullets in the arena parking lot trying to crush beer cans on their foreheads? The promise may be deciphered in the lyrics: "For a smile they can share the night / It goes on and on and on and on...." I've tried that -- smiling at a "small town girl / livin' in a lonely world" but all she did was flip me the bird. I guess I wasn't "a city boy / born and raised in South Detroit." Ah, well. I just don't know how those two had train fare in the first place. I just, in the end, couldn't quite believe this "tone poem" by these chaps who call themselves Journey.
---------------BA
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