I don’t believe in the present because there’s too much to discover in the future.
Who said that? The faceless voice racing to free itself from my head.
When an idiotic set of words like these slip from the damp tip of my writing instrument I know to expect unfiltered energy to ignite the engines of twelve cars capable of reaching 200 mph.
Through experience I’ve learned we’ve got a common connection to thoughts and phrases that arrive from unheard of places, un-scene environments and completely unrehearsed stages therefore making what we say, write or sing a blurb, burp, skip or rip in the pages of the chapters we paste together during each passing day.
While studying the paths of Native American Medicine Men students become circles within circles which invite even more circles. A Medicine Man as most know it is what Hollywood has painted onto the surface of their blizzard white canvas. Few realize that there were several Medicine Men inside each nation; some studied the weather while others took on the role of identifying plant life, animal behavior or paid close enough attention to human traits that newer and better ways to live became the walk of decisions made.
It’s like the Dream Catcher that hangs over unmade beds, from fingerprint stained rearview mirrors and on lifeless walls at work; it is taught that catchers purify dreams but barely a story is shared about why its shape becomes the wired web of cleanse. True Dream Catchers were originally designed to tell the story of a family. Usually created by a woman, it spoke to other nations like a pen, keyboard and or cell phone.
If a traveler stepped into a collection of families, it was the Dream Catcher that documented their journey.
The term Indian Giver has been completely taken off its proper path. Native American’s are blessed with tremendous pride and being someone who constantly gives to those in need made you a strong leader. To be called an Indian Giver meant you put people first. Like someone who’s never ending with their dedication to a church, nonprofit organization or neighbor revitalization projects. It was the arrival of the settlers that took from rather than added to.
I don’t believe in the present because there’s too much to discover in the future.
Through devotion trusting the unknown creature of thought becomes planted rows of corn in fields of vivid imaginations.
Humans are trained to believe dogs are loyal. We invest tremendous amounts of time, energy and hard to locate money in an unforgettable creation blessed with unconditional measures of love. The hardest thing for me to deal with is how something so overflowing with an aura of peace and music that seems stronger than family and best friends can turn on a dime; no moment passes that I don’t whisper into the ears of my dogs how much I miss them knowing that in the seconds that pass so might I and with no shame in their heart a dog instantly selects its next companion.
I don’t believe in the present because there’s too much to discover in the future.
Clouds change with every breath you take. Careers are no different. In the 90’s we knew the economy was too good to be true but who knew we’d transfer positions of comfort at a rate of too many, too fast with a past that too many refuse to let go of.
Why should we expect change when radio stations play the same songs you heard while growing up. Television isn’t interested in sharing brave new beginnings or Dharma and Greg wouldn’t have appeared on the season opener of Two in a Half Men. John Stamos rocked one of the opening scenes making way for visions of General Hospital’s Blackie Perish and Jesse from ABC’s Full House to races through your melon and blood pumper.
Modern forms of media addicted to the almighty dollar know where we live… The past.
The problem with that is I’m getting tired of hearing the same two Led Zeppelin songs. Now that Michael Bolton is making fun of himself on the Emmy’s does that mean his music is set to be called a classic? The dude’s got a brilliant set of pipes but radio killed the video star. I nearly drove off the road when Jeff Kent on The Fox said, “Queen is celebrating their 40th year of music success.”
I don’t believe in the present because there’s too much to discover in the future.
Having hair at 49 gives me energy to paint it. Some years I wear it long with bright streaks of blonde, red, purple, blue…whatever the rock n roll attitude. The moment I get it cut above my ears like a big city banker every person I meet accuses me of coloring it. No… you idiot, the streaks of blonde, red, purple and blue was coloring it. That cr** didn’t naturally grow that way.
Tattoo’s fade and body parts fall. Nowhere is it written that dreams are supposed to be left behind. Betty White is 90 years old. George Burns hit 100. My dog Larry was 19…which is 126 in dog years yet that fuzzy give me all you’ve got sofa cuddler kept his mind and body in shape refusing to believe in the present because there’s too much to discover in the future.
32 years in radio and no day passes that I don’t feel like that punk kid from Riverside Jr. High School in Billings, Montana spinning 45’s and 8-tracks connected to a Mr. Microphone redesigned to broadcast a half mile from his Kiss postered bedroom. As much as it seems like I’m living in the past is nothing more than someone who thinks Dream Catchers eliminate nightmares.
In America teens are given permission to explore while adults are expected to get old. Maybe it’s time we begin the process of ending our need to take away and start giving back to the heartbeats that brought you to the parade.
I will always believe in you first…but don’t ask me to live in your past. Those are fighting words.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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