Exploding Inevitable
Posted: July 5th, 2009 | Author: CazzyDog | Filed under: Label Life | 2 Comments »My town does fireworks on the 3rd, not sure why. You watch them shoot way up into the night sky, and explode with both sound and vision. The remnants of the physical rocket, replaced by a sparkling light show for a brief second, then reduced to a wisp of smoke.
It served its purpose, entertained the young and old, then poof, it’s gone. It takes a big old gunpowder charge to send that fucker up into the sky, and even more explosive firepower to light up the sky with magic, for a brief second.
Comets, meteors, volcanoes, fireworks, and even the smallest little bottle rocket (that we were warned as kids, could blow off our fingers), all share a similar core. A highly combustible center, that is dangerous and fragile, but a beauty to behold and witness, seems to me familiar in an odd way.
I said right at the beginning of this rambling and blundering blog that I have seen up close and personal, both the beauty of dreams, and the nightmares they can become.
Sometimes, when you have everything, it truly makes you see how fucked up you or your life really is. It can mend the wounds or amplify the demons. I guess that’s luck of the draw.
Most of our most extraordinary talents have been through this. Some of our most extraordinary talents have gone the way of those fireworks I saw last night. Maybe because they possess such amazing incendiary talent, they have no option but to explode/implode and become that faint wisp of smoke rising on the evening air.
Thrilling us for a few moments and then poof, gone as well. Maybe talent that colossal takes its toll and creates the same internal combustion as the aforementioned, then bang! It just has to detonate.
Maybe it’s just the way it was meant to be, something entertaining and special for us to behold, fleeting and mesmerizing at once. Fireworks are of course man made, but those celestial bodies of galactic fireworks, well they’re something else. Did you ever see a shooting star? That’s some high tech fireworks right there boy! Whoever your God may be, he/she/them had to have a hand in that creation. I know science will argue that, maybe win, who knows. To me it’s all magic, even the man made fireworks are magic.
I always argue that music is subjective, and it is. However it would be a tough argument to not think Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Elvis, Kurt Cobain, and of course, Michael Jackson, had something explosive and special beyond compare.
The list is far more than that, far more. Like I said, once you get that elusive dream come true, don’t think it doesn’t come with a price, it does. I feel really bad about Michael Jackson, regardless of any of the rumors, innuendos and the like. A talent that big maybe never had an option other than to dazzle then explode. Maybe that’s the deal. Maybe that level of talent is intended to be brief. That level of talent is indeed, incendiary, fragile and highly combustible.
Dreams are so vital, so important. They become the oxygen we breathe, the focus we set. Without dreams, we are hopeless. In that quest just remember, they don’t answer everything, they don’t slay every dragon, they sometimes open doors better left sealed shut.