Should you take the red pill or the blue pill?
The problem with this question is, what if the intelligence behind the illusions of the blue pill is just making you think you’re taking the red pill? Is your new reality just another layer of illusion?
For some reason, this popped into my brain tonight (click on the icon to make it bigger):
Specifically, I was being earwormed by the first song, “Moving”, which has long been a favorite of mine. Great stuff. It was impossible to resist pulling up iTunes and whistling along with it for a while. It’s a great song for whistling.
The album as a whole is pretty quirky. The first time I ever heard it, I couldn’t resist raising my eyebrows a bit at the girl who was playing it for me, and she, of course, looked a little sheepish. But that first song rang a bell, and eventually I realized I had heard it before, while eating pizza in a Rocky Rococo on State Street in Madison, roughly 1988 or so. I remembered sitting there in the restaurant, wondering what on earth I was hearing, and…liking it in a way I wasn’t accustomed to. The girl, a potential girlfriend, with whom things were going very, very awkwardly, was playing me the album about a year and a half after that slice of pizza. Not long after that, I found myself plunking down the money for the CD.
Some of the songs are, to say the least, a bit odd, but in a fun way. Anyone who gets a chance to hear it should not expect….normalcy. But, as has been said, “Why be normal?” Many of the things I value the most in life have resulted from not being normal, and, quite frankly, I find most “normal” music to be deathly boring. So go for it. ;)
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