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A song with no words

 

A song with no words

 

A song with no words David Crosby geez I love that album do you find that you’re drawn to records made in your birth year? Like you eventually ditched your mother’s heartbeat for the Doors LA Woman? Just so you could hear Riders on the Storm? I made a mistake a few years ago when I talked about the first music. Obviously voice & drums, then the flute/whistle I’m not sure why the punctuation came into this slab except like the drum beat of yore I wished to communicate to the neighbouring tribes. For the Aboriginals it was the bullroarer. Apparently before the white man & woman brought the engine, the sound of the bullroarer could travel hundreds of kilometres. Recording devices in the late 19th century formularised genres but a hundred years earlier we know little two hundred even less & so on. Apparently history began with writing. That’s what the used to say when I was at school. Of course oral history well predates that. But the Global North has a superiority complex. They think they own the history of the world, like an empire. Man you should have seen the outrage from the Brits when the Indigenous found them guilty of genocide. I had to get off social media. The hate machine. Whatever happened to compassion & universal advocacy of human rights?

 

 

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