Biology. It is a Hard Master.
Cells. Dividing. Multiplying. RNA. DNA. Enzymes. Proteins. Hostile Viral Entities.
We sometimes forget, or try to forget where we came from. Sperm and Egg meet. There is a process. A Trajectory of Life. It is all beyond our control. We emerge from the process, and are carried along by the process.
Born. Live. Die. Life & Death; two sides of the same coin. The Coin of the Realm.
We sometimes take good health for granted: These eyes, these ears, these limbs, these organs, all our fingers and toes, our beloved brains, all working together, an elaborate, collaborative team.
We think we are the world. We reflect and mirror the world. Everything we can imagine, everything we experience, everything that we do, or don't do, fills up our days.
Biology. It is a hard master.
The a.m. soundtrack - Black Flag's "The Process of Weeding Out." (1985). Pretty sure I purchased this CD in the late 80's because of the cover. That horned-being behind the microscope piqued my curiosity. The word "Instrumental" on the cover was intriguing & appealing too. I had no idea what to expect. It is a hard, stripped down sound. Guitar, bass, drums. No frills. Basically an EP, 26 minutes, 28 seconds. Avant garde jazzy, crossed with elemental r&r fire. I mean, I am just grasping for words. Hard, spiky, wiry, a bit elastic. It is unlike any other record I've ever owned. Militant. Black Flag. A hard master too.
