Whiskey Meyers - TRUST THOSE CAPES & FLYING SHOES
The New Country Rock, Bod Dylan, Mick Jagger & The Glass Onion - A SURVIVORS PLAYLIST
On Naked Emperors, Glass Onions and Dancing For Dollars
I must forewarn you that I myself am irrelevant - actually, highly irrelevant. But imprisoned in this high-class irrelevance, in this high-class trailer park. I slog on in my multimedia attempts to point out the nature of our relationship with that ever present glass onion. That thing that confounds us to such a degree that we continue to play the game. As long as we continue to play the game they will persist in reinventing it for our playing pleasure. We will never be left alone by the game providers until we stop playing.
I will celebrate this irrelevance. If we must be irrelevant we will then be spectacularly irrelevant. I will be irrelevant with Whiskey Meyers, with Lucas Nelson, with Bob Dylan, Colter Wall and Tyler Childers. And with GUY CLARK and TOWNES VAN ZANDT
As one of my readers pointed out I am a “granny”. This is the first time I’ve been called this. As this granny I am as irrelevant as any other long term survivor of this insane mess we call a culture. In my irrelevance I find groups such as Whiskey Meyers and movies such as Glass Onion highly relevant. They are part of my end=of-the-world playlist. If I AMUST BOW TO IRRELEVANCE LET IT BE AS A DESPERADO WAITING FOR THAT TRAIN.
A SLOW TRAIN FOR SURE BUT AT LEAST ONE IS COMING.
I stand with the desperadoes. Trusting my cape and my flying shoes. Willing to have become an irrelevant rock. I trust that bad can do some good. I leave but I Can’t forget. I choose this irrelevance.
As far as I am aware I don’t now and have never danced for my dollars. I have however lived in trailer parks, and have travelled with a Heart Of Stone through this broken world. I appreciate the gravitas in Houston County Skies.
Broken Window Serenade fosters an appreciation for and relevance of a person we may otherwise fail to appreciate. It helps equal up a vastly unequal score through this broken window. It has the guts and pure honesty to celebrate the real.
Whiskey Meyers makes it easier to understand that the actual threatening people dancing naked for our dollars are the politicians, corporate thieves and institutional manipulators who dance so madly for us.
It is indeed those who take their supposed relevance most seriously are in fact irrelevant. Conversely I will not go so far as to say those of us who are irrelevant will claim to be relevant. Philosophy is often an art of standing on one’s head while reciting Sgt. Pepper backwards. It is often too an exercise in glimpsing the real through all the prevalent BS of one’s age.
My best experiences always involved flying. Flying straight down ski slopes, down icy sledding trails, up difficult mountains, through painful and difficult times. Flying by the seat of my pants. Flying with music as my only faithful cape.
On The Real, Alice In Wonderland and Humpty Dumpty
Remember the real? My main goal over my life has been to learn to celebrate the real. I believe we are plunged into an Alice In Wonderland world, a world of Humpty Dumpty, where all the kings horses and all the kings men cannot repair what is broken. Where the glass onion is so sadly visible as a great con but where most still prefer not to see it.
Here on SubStack I see talented minds breaking themselves on the rocks. Wasting valuable brain cells on problems which are not the real problem. Like Benoit Blanc lighting up in the smokeless garden. Like Miles Bron himself we may take our relevance so seriously we often fail to see the obvious. As if those like Elon Musk & other billionaires could be anything other than deep international deep state operatives. If indeed SpaceX, Google and Amazon Web Services are not deep state, well then I guess you found the central problem with this argument.
It is not that Elon Musk and his fellow show horses are not worth some attention - but it is totally weird to see valuable minds wasted on them in the midst of the current genocide. As if we solve the mystery of Elon, of Hunter Biden, of Jeff Bezos & his twin brother of another mother - Bill Gates, then we would win this game. Delusional in the extreme. The game is not staged to be won by anyone but them.
Perhaps the best evil twins of this game are the two Vlads: Vladimir Putin, Workingman’s Hero, or Volodymyr - Vlad the Impaler, champion of Mind Games, Time Magazine Man of the Year, former porn star, Zelensky. They are the evil twins in that particular chapter.
And then we have the ancient land of China. As heavily infiltrated as any other nation today by the deeply interwoven tentacles of the glass onion. China however prefers different tactics. They play a more elaborate game of carrot and stick. China - of the ancient game of GO - and more intricate glass onion - plays differently.
ON DYLAN, GLASS ONIONS, AND SOUTHERN MAN
My main point here is that everyone abandons reality for their participation in the Glass Onion Mystery. As Dylan once said
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they’re drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things, but you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it, babe.
Lyrics, Highway 61 Revisited, Like a Rolling Stone
Dylan didn’t yet have a glass onion handy but he would never fail to appreciate it. Dylan always had the gift of sight. He always knew a Slow Train was coming and just as surely knew we were all fortunate to have been given Shelter From The Storm.
Whiskey Meyers is part of a new tradition which celebrates the roots of the American Blues tradition. That they do so in an entirely new way - which draws on the past but reinvents it - is most relevant.
In Ballad Of a Southern Man they successfully point out that at least half of America have become 2nd class citizens. No it isn’t Dylan, it isn’t meant to be Dylan. But it draws firmly on tradition of recognizing the dispossessed in America.
They move deftly from Stone to Heart Of Stone.
Whiskey Meyers has that unpredictable irreverence we have grown to expect among our most high flying musicians.
From once noting that most of us have turned to Stone they celebrate a Heart Of Stone. Not in an egotistical way but in a humble and prayerful recognition.
They are no preacher-men but fellow survivors of what we euphemistically call America. From the rough and tumble shores of East Texas they have tumbled, stumbled, into our midst like drunken sailors. But then like drunken sailors they may indeed have valuable seaborne stories to tell us.
As in Glass Onion it is messages and not messengers which are important. It is in realizing, like Leonard Cohen did, in Suzanne
And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
Yes, like that stone. The real discernment in our brass tacks real lives of what represents the teachings of a Jesus, versus our support of those Pontius Pilates dancing as naked emperors for our dollars. What - you don’t think this is relevant? In the face of total irrelevance - fast approaching for us all - it is this stone, sinking beneath our wisdom - which does remain relevant.
We have arrived near the end. Our backs to the wall. Either we learn this difficult lesson of what is and is not that glass onion, that sinking stone, these Pontius Pilates - naked emperors we revere - or it is finished.
TIME IN THAT TRAILER PARK
I have always lived in this trailer park. Sometimes high class on the shores of the Pacific Ocean, sometimes lost in a holler of Woody Creek, of Fort Lauderdale, of Austin Texas, or of Nashville. But always up in that trailer park I call home.
Yet we are so amenable to mucking about in the leftover BS they leave us. As if those facts were going to lead us to some final and useful understanding that we have been led for centuries upon centuries by naked emperors dancing for our dollars.
Yeah - ah no.
LET IT BE.
REFERENCES
https://bethanybowman.com/2019/10/08/whiskey-myers-explodes-with-5th-studio-album/
https://txmusic.com/the-steady-rise-of-whiskey-myers/
https://youtube.com/shorts/KLJkpWqlMrE?feature=share
My career as a multimedia content creator For The Benefit of Mr. Kite is just getting started. Deflect and deny, deflect and deny - on repeat. I think there may be as song there. All together now.
Not to mention multidisciplinary content creators.
https://open.substack.com/pub/chasholloway/p/hemingways-suitcase?r=boqs0&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
We need all the Benoit Blancs and courageous psychiatrists we can get to decipher this glass onion.
https://open.substack.com/pub/markmcdonaldmd/p/medical-board-of-california-drops?r=boqs0&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web