EchoEcho is my latest song. It’s about death (of course). Our shadows in this life are already stretching across the divide, waiting for us with all of their implications and consequences and echoes. What we do here will last. Or not.
I hope you consider your own mortality every once in a while. Not in a morbid way, but in careful consideration of what it might mean.
Echo is typical of my usual approach to songwriting and recording: seat-of-the-pants. I have some pretty rough tracks, clipping, mixing pop and rock and a little bit of punk anger. Considering death does make me angry at times, the supposed casualness of it, the loss of what-could-have-been, the supposed lack of meaning. I have to be careful to use that word “supposed” as a qualifier, because I think we’ll find out a lot of what we’re not understanding here, once on the other side. Things our forward-reaching shadows have already figured out.
Death is a drearily common fixture of our world, whether its a drunk-driving accident from last night on tonight’s news (if it bleeds, it leads), cancer, a gang-shooting (all too common in my town), ISIS beheading Christians in Iraq (wtf is up with US foreign policy?), or Planned Parenthood offing mini-humans in their dark Satanic mills (wtf America?). Sorry, some death is needless and evil. Some death is pushing the boat off from shore and sailing away into that good night with a brisk west wind.
ugh. Every comment I want to make sounds so trite. Sometimes, I think we are living the 1930s all over again, and probably every other period of time leading up to a great devastation. When will we learn? Never, I suppose, and that is why God must make a new heaven and a new earth. The roots of evil are so pervasive that only by salting the whole clump of dirt, or by pouring gallons of round-up on it, will the infestation be killed. And then, must a new earth be begun.
I sure hope we’re not living in the 1930s, but you very well might be right.