A Cold World pt. 1

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The Great Deposition continues

The “Agony and the Ecstasy”, track No. 2 of Smokey Robinson’s 3rd solo record release, approximately March of 1975 …

Essentially the b-side of that same record’s first track, “The quiet storm”. The song’s lyrics go “the soft and warm, the quiet storm”.

As a child, one would not be much aware of the specifics of when all these beautiful songs kept on spilling out of the radio.

They just kept coming. They had been streaming off of AM radio for years and by 1975 this waterfall had not stopped. It just kept on going.

Likewise, being aware of the adult world, well that was for adults. More or less, most kids were in the same bucket in terms of what they had and what they didn’t have.

The focus then was to be thankful for what you have. Incrementally, that changed somewhere in the early 80’s to “how much can I get”.

Observation, not judgement.

During holiday season in the 1970’s, the few television networks would play “Charlie and the Chocolate factory”. And nobody wanted to be Veruca Salt! Instead, young Charlie was the hero of the moment.

Were you between the age of about 7 years old to 11 years old or so, most kids had no idea or comprehension of Worldly matters. And they didn’t want anything to do with that stuff.

Those matters were for the grown ups! Likewise, kids who had much older siblings, uncles and aunts that were way up there in their late teens and early 20’s …

Most kids were blissfully unaware of the world’s troubles here Stateside. Some kids had an entirely different set of troubles local to them.

Other kids had less troubles. Though fussing about their parents was a very big deal. What mattered was their perception of what was allright and what wasn’t.

Who would have known were they a kid back then that an uncle or a friend’s older brother were lost in thought about being drafted to Vietnam.

Never mind the endless conversations of right or wrong, good or bad, who served and who didn’t serve etc.

The reality was most guys in their senior year right on up to June, 1973 were very aware their number could be drawn, possibly punched.

With the exception of who someone was or where they were from, most guys knew were they to get drafted, they had to go.

After all, a classic Soul group called The Players had released their album sometime in the late 1960’s with their hit “He’ll be back”.

That song wasn’t about the guy going or not going for he was already gone. The song is simply letting his love interest know to hold fast because He’ll be back.

And it didn’t matter what their personal feelings were regarding the matter. No one was interested in hearing about it. Nobody.

Maybe this was why all the young Vietnam Vets were quiet. An absolute silence. Like Vietnam didn’t happen. As though their being Veterans somehow didn’t exist.

An observation through the eyes of a child during this time coupled with a candid glance and review retrospective from that era and where we all are now.

Thank goodness the summer of 1976 came and went with commercials showing all the young people singing happy Coca-Cola songs.

Fireworks and parades kept it moving into 1977. And the summer of 1977 was all about the movie Star Wars. Followed up by the fall of 1977 with Saturday Night Fever.

The Bee Gees … Wow! “How deep is your love” and so much more good music kept on pouring out of the radio.

To note, noticeably absent was 1977’s late Spring release of William Friedkin’s masterpiece, the third installment of his film trilogy, Sorcerer.

And Dr. Don D. Rose of KFRC radio kept it jumping! Time was indeed “slipping into the future”. And so to were those young Vietnam Vets. Trying to pick up where things had dropped off.

Some did well, others didn’t. Back then? There wasn’t much of an audience for someone’s situation. The addage general was “play your hand with the cards you got”.

After all, WWII Veterans and all the people from that era had gone through their experiences with war. Their own memories of childhood they hardly talked about.

Though there was talk of kids from approximately 100 years ago, their big concerns were surviving tuberculosis and meningitis. Polio and influenza.

And yet here we all are now, 100 years later. All of us. No matter what position or station, strata or class or whatever. All of us here now.

No judgements, all observations.

The Medium site provides this place where a lot of smart people can go and flow. Let whatever ideas and concepts move forward.

So far, I didn’t know anything about 4gen. Hardly anything about Anonymous. Though I heard about Alcoholics Anonymous.

And here on Medium there are all kinds of alarms ringing. Some really well written blog articles shedding insights on all sorts of subject matters.

Again, a lot of very smart people here. A lot of people who care. They care about now.

This is then, that was now. No matter which way it spins, this is then, that was now.

Nowadays, in increments some to a few came up, some to most fell off. A few was treated worse then asphalt being pancaked by a steam roller.

And there is a long haunting going on. It’s new version here Stateside is what opposes and Counter-Clowns the hologram of optimism dust by the angels of who is holding.

No wonder the soundtrack backing the new young guns of power who make it, they bump gangster rap.

Flossing real hard, sitting in large towers, shot calling who can come and who can go.

Just look at San Francisco …

Always the West, the worst and the best, shall the Fittest of the fittest pass these tests? Depends on the choice for self preservation.

The large time gurus are upon a fertile Ocean casting miles and miles long nets capturing every last bit of idea, inspirations and concept they can.

And they do so because they can. Likewise, as the Great Deposition keeps on rolling forward, discovery and withholding are bubbling hard.

Observation, not judgement.

People remember. They especially remember those who respect one another. Especially those who do so unconditionally.

The stream of “recommended for you’s” provides all these blog articlists sharing these same insights. Their concern for sharing a result of their being in the business of caring.

Those who suffer in comfort have the choice to look towards those who suffer Nowadays.

Those who suffer have no time to negotiate an intellectual property’s agreement where they can earn some resource to flee.

There was a recent blog article here where a blog articlist referred to the current era of “Post Truth and the End of Enlightenment”.

A Young Man from Vallejo America, long years ago last Century, provided one type of way for survival. This was called “Get some get right”.

That version was an appeal for persuasion as it went “You need to get some get right”. However, the 21st Century version still remains a choice.