Black Days and Long Black Roads
All of us are going to fall on black days. So what shall we do? Well for one, revel in some fuckin' Chris Cornell Soundgarden grunge. Sometimes commiseration with a rock band makes those black days a little more bearable. Tunes for the blues. "How would I know that this would be my fate?" Well, I didn't, but here it is. Sure don't mind a change? I'm workin' on that one. The grungers have accepted the blackness, the shit, some perhaps too much, but those who have made it through that blackness are here with a well deserved rock and roll swagger. May we all be so lucky.
Now, the black days come and they go, but as Camus said, the burden always returns. Commiseration can only last for so long and only get you so far. And guess what? It's not that far. But then you have David Russell strike you with some movie-music combo magic and you realize these aren't just days, you're on a Long Black Road, a fuckin' journey, man. It's long and it's black, but (and this is a big but) there's some rock and fuckin' roll to be had, containing "responsibilities," a "road to ruin," a chance to make "a lot of money," yet finding it out it might not "bring me happiness." It plays in his gem American Hustle, a brilliantly written and acted movie containing con men, feds, mobsters, and the world in which they intersect. Messy, to say the least, but life is messy, even if you ain't a mobster, g-man, or one caught in between. We all do have a long black road, I would argue, whether we want to admit it or not, and we must endure. In the words of Jeff Lynne:
"You gotta work like a man in a real man's life
You're gonna have to take all the trouble and strife.
You gotta get up in the morning take your heavy load
And you gotta keep goin' down that long black road."
Wise words for us all, including you ladies.
Now, the black days come and they go, but as Camus said, the burden always returns. Commiseration can only last for so long and only get you so far. And guess what? It's not that far. But then you have David Russell strike you with some movie-music combo magic and you realize these aren't just days, you're on a Long Black Road, a fuckin' journey, man. It's long and it's black, but (and this is a big but) there's some rock and fuckin' roll to be had, containing "responsibilities," a "road to ruin," a chance to make "a lot of money," yet finding it out it might not "bring me happiness." It plays in his gem American Hustle, a brilliantly written and acted movie containing con men, feds, mobsters, and the world in which they intersect. Messy, to say the least, but life is messy, even if you ain't a mobster, g-man, or one caught in between. We all do have a long black road, I would argue, whether we want to admit it or not, and we must endure. In the words of Jeff Lynne:
"You gotta work like a man in a real man's life
You're gonna have to take all the trouble and strife.
You gotta get up in the morning take your heavy load
And you gotta keep goin' down that long black road."
Wise words for us all, including you ladies.
posted by Warrior Poet at 5:30 PM
2 Comments:
Right On Warrior Poet!!! Keep fuckin' rockin' and rollin' hard!!! It will get you through the dark hallways between the closed door behind you and the one that will surely open in front of you! --Keef
So, why do people do it? Why do we keep on picking up that heavy load and traveling on down that Long Black Road? Is it because we are genetic programed to continue on? (think ants) Do we have nothing better to do? Somebody has to do it?
I like to think that it's because we are hoping that somewhere down that Long Black Road we just might find a little piece of bliss. In fact, I'm fairly certain that there is research out there supporting the idea that humans tend to be hopeful beings. I would take the time to search for that information, but I'm a little preoccupied picking up my heavy load and trying to navigate my way down that Long Black Road......maybe tomorrow......The O.G.
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