Post-Script I have been waiting for the right time to post this Motor City Drum Ensemble remix. Had a chance a while back and actually psyched myself out by reading too deep into the lyrics. 'Had' to hold it back. But that's the magic of it all though right? Life is what you make it.
Been on a bit of an internet holiday. A regroup of sorts. Reflecting hard. Trying not to beat myself up. Regardless, it's time for one of those big life decisions. Sounds heavy, and it is at times, but I know it doesn't have to be.
Anyway, thank you for your patience. Things should get more regular here as the next chapter unfolds.
This will be the first installment of a pilot mini-series acknowledging the two sides of love. It was semi-initiated back in February as an outlet for my anti-valentines day sentiments. Respectful of the 'magic' of the day I attempted to channel those frustrations into a tasteful critique of the whole institution of love to see if I could get anywhere. Electing the evolutionary stance I found plenty of ammunition, but after chatting with a good friend there was still a gap to be found between an explanation of it's prehistoric existence and the subjective pleasure it brings: grinding the former down its bare bones seems to do nothing to belittle the latter (and this is not even to mention the interpretive problems inherent in an evolutionary critique of this nature). As a result of the explanatory gap, my inability to justify spending days/weeks working on the gap, deep interpretive issues, my desire to not come off as a bitter scrooge, and my respect for the near-global day of subjective 'magic', I decided not to air the piece. So a corresponding playlist of anti-love songs sat dormant until I heard some pro-love songs and thought to run a pilot contrasting the two sides. So here we are, starting with side b, the dark side, my original beef, minus the stuffy controversial editorial. Happy Mothers Day!
