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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& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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