Oh the final spot of sunlight
Is dying on the dash
On some way too long road with some way too young folks
If the man that you knew
Honestly wasn't me
Tell me honey: who could that be?
There's a letter I wrote
That I'll never send
Where I admit my weakness
And I ask to see you again
Yeah I heard you were sorry
By someone you call a friend
In a letter I wrote
That I'll never send
Now there's ash in my heart
Where I used to burn
Watch Fleet Foxes’ New “If You Need To, Keep Time on Me” Short Film
This is one of my life goals, to visit France. Maybe live there one day.
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New BMSR album is sneaking up on me. I wasn't feeling it all that much at first and decided to let it find it's way naturally into my rotation. I have a playlist called Backwoods Altar, several of the Panic Bloom songs are now going on that playlist.
The Edge Of A Rainstorm
I've been reexamining the Revolutions of 1848 recently (as well as the Italian unification). It's interesting to look at the history of early socialism and professional revolutionaries in this context.
Certain details keep bringing me back to this idea that the modern progressive movement in the US needs some "Break In Case Of Revolution" resources, like a list of progressive leaders from all fifty states that could form a national assembly if necessary, a rough draft of a new constitution, etc. Revolutions can happen so fast, and many of them fail when the revolutionaries aren't prepared for the next step after removing a corrupt/tyrannical government.
Is it harder to stay up with new music as you get older? If so, what causes that?
I think this is true as a general trend, the older you get the less you'll be moved by new music. But the underlying reasons for that are more complicated.
As you get older, you leave the college atmosphere. Your social life changes fundamentally between mid twenties and mid thirties. There's a defined zeitgeist when you're in high school and college that gets more diluted as you age. Not BECAUSE you age, but because social circles generally shrink as you age. There are less people around you to give new music suggestions, there are less people around to compare your music preferences with.
And another big thing that I think comes in to play here is that as you're getting older, you start listening to music by yourself more. Listening to music with others, building associations between songs/albums with people/places/experiences is critical to attaching to new music. As you get older there are less opportunities for that to happen.
"Cool way to make crows lose their shit for generations"
What's my dream job? Independent psychological research. I'd design and conduct random research projects like this.
Extremely dank, produced by the best indie producer of the last two decades, Danger Mouse.
Karl Marx was one of those rare geniuses whose vision is so great and conclusions so fraught with troubling implications for the established order that they are immediately subject to controversy and assault. Marx is a permanent resident in that rare, transcendental pantheon populated by the likes of Galileo... and few others.
135 years after Marx's death Nobel Prize winning economists stumble on the concepts Marx pioneered concerning value, price, and profit. And it's not because they are so difficult to understand. It's because, again, their implications are so profound and revolutionary.
Universally, those that condemn Marx, on one absurd basis or another, do so without having ever read a single word that Karl Marx wrote. They speak from a position of blind prejudice and nothing more. The fact that Marx, Marxism, and Marxist have become the swear words of the abysmally ignorant is not a sign of Marx's lack of relevance in the modern world - but just the opposite. Marx continuously looms as the nemesis of nationalists, racists, and reactionaries of every stripe.
The fact that these very same ignorant souls (some of whom, such as Stalin, dared to call themselves Marxists) are leading the charge into mankind's potential oblivion is the most disturbing fact of them all.