The Machine’s Pump Volume 23 – #3 – March 2020
Hey out there! Is there any point in this newsletter? No surprise, but there are no live Brave Combo shows until, at least, June, so no need to check our precarious itinerary for a while. It’s a mess. We are plowing ahead with the new album and accompanying videos, however. At this writing, I believe all members of the BC family, full-time and part-time, are well. Beyond that, my day-to-day is probably similar to yours. Lots of PETTICOAT JUNCTION and spinach. It appears people have been adopting animals more than usual, which is good. The skies around the world have never been clearer and bluer. That’s a plus. Everyday traffic around Denton feels and sounds like Thanksgiving or Christmas and the normally constantly bustling downtown is stone-cold quiet every day and night. Just like you, I’m organizing and repairing little things around the house which I’ve been putting off, but I’m also allowing myself to do nothing. There’s no hurry to do anything, except walk the dogs, feed dogs and cats and clean litter boxes. Those are priorities #1, #2 and #3. See, this isn’t very interesting.
INTERESTING OBSERVATION. I think left-wingers are probably adjusting to our bizarre new world well enough because we’ve been trying to navigate through a bizarre new world for three years already. I know I’ve been sensing the train running off the rails for a long time, as have most of my friends. We are now accustomed to years of “WTF” events. Up was already down for us. It’s like we knew the volcano was going to erupt any day. Everything is perspective, right? Perhaps we should all be more thankful that we are getting to be on Earth for so many mind-blowing, never-happened-before moments. Too bad most of those moments have sucked, so far. 2020 isn’t doing so well, huh? Or is it? If you consider yourself to be a Socialist-Democrat the old crisis/opportunity concept might work in your favor this year. The idea of the government covering basic needs for everyone, every day, is probably sounding way better to a lot more folks than it did a month ago. That old “American Dream” could be heading out to pasture. We have to accept the fact that the “Greatest Country on Earth” was amazingly slow to respond to really loud warning sirens and its leaders decided to play Russian roulette (of course) with the citizens they’re sworn to protect. Why did the people in our highest office downplay the virus threat, pretend it was a hoax and even mock those who were trying to alert the public and organize a response? That’s a puzzler. What was the genius strategy behind that?
Person 1: You know what humor is?
Person 2: What?
Person 1: Pain plus time.
HEARD RECENTLY. “Our planet sent us all to our rooms to think about what we’ve done!”
One more thought on current events. If indeed, we find that this all started from a live “wet” animal market, then how about reevaluating our addiction to meat. Chickens, cows, pigs, ducks, sheep, goats, dogs, bats, salamanders, pangolins, and the list goes on and on and on. Plus, scientists (remember those) have been warning us, for years, that we’re running out of fresh water, largely due to the needs of livestock raised for human consumption in factory farms. Besides, no animal wants to be in that cruel situation, right? Something to think about.
Okay, try not to feel too sorry for yourself, cause someone else probably has it much worse.
Also, there are a lot of musicians and artists dabbling in the unknown on-line, experimenting with living room concerts, trying to figure out what works and what doesn’t and if people/fans are even that interested right now. Music streaming has dropped dramatically since the virus became the only news. Radio-listening is way up. But some cool stuff will emerge from the fear and the chaos. It always does. The biggest song of some recording star’s career will be inspired by recent events. It might be corny and sappy, but it will happen. Did you know Sammy Davis Jr. hated “The Candy Man” and Barry Manilow hated “I Write the Songs?” See, you never know. All together now, from the safety of our houses, let’s sing that old Doris Day classic, “Que Sera Sera,” with conviction! The unknown is groovy, Baby! Embrace it! You got no choice!
Good to see a new machines pump. How about some live streaming BC rehearsals? Do you have room enough to stay 6 feet away from each other?
Stay healthy BC family
Doris Day, ventriloquist?
No lip movements whatsoever!
We wiz robbed!
Your quote about humor is spot on. After reading Stranger in a Strange Land, I lost seeing the humor in most comedy. America’s Funniest Videos are horrible…do you Grok?
We are convinced that the AFHV theme song is actually the American National Anthem.
Keep well, Carl
As scary as COVID-19 is,
we’ve all had to live with the
insidious disease of POTUS-45.
Much appreciated perspective for this Gloomy World. Any transmission from the BC compound and its members are the thing that gives many of us hope for the future and a bit of joy to share with others. Just wanted to say that. Thanks. Sincerely. Reverend Zero
Stay-At-Home Poem
We find ourselves in a situation
we never imagined, using skills
we never knew we had.
Somewhere between knowing
what you’re doing and feeling
something’s wrong is truth:
An ever-moving spot on a
continuum as straight as
a discarded shoe lace.
There on the ground, shriveled
like a dead snake, is your path.
Good luck! Let me know how
many times you get bit.
The bite doesn’t kill you.
The venom does so pull
those fangs out quickly
before your blood yellows
and your tongue engulfs.
We find ourselves in a situation
we never imagined, using skills
we never knew we had.
Given first world technology
surrounding our personosphere,
you’d think we’d be a lot further
in time than 2020. Every second of
every day micro-managed by man-made
non-physical intelligence that make
our brains look like a heap of mashed
potatoes and gravy. We find opportunities
to connect that aren’t really satisfying.
Yet, we force ourselves into the future.
Globally connected is nice but, if I
can’t tap you on the shoulder, what
good is my sense of touch, withering
away, becoming extinct in the name
of progress. My arms shorten to stumps.
We find ourselves in a situation
we never imagined, using skills
we never knew we had.
My round head doesn’t like
square holes, exiting mother
thee exception. Thank you to all
women who birth children with
no idea how they will turn out.
You don’t get the child you want,
you get the child you get. Too many
factors play into our personosphere:
Choices made and time wasted. It feels
awkward being myself today. Yesterday,
I was a laser beam of purpose: Earth
rotated with me, gravity bounced me
like a baby in a bassinet. Tomorrow, I’ll
belch and fart and sneeze with no control
over any of it, except for one thing – where
I fix my eyes. This’ll trigger a cry or a smile
with truth somewhere in between on a path
as straight as a discarded show lace.
We find ourselves in a situation
we never imagined, using skills
we never knew we had.
~ Richard O ~