Historical Television

The Bob Newhart Show.  The Mary Tyler Moore Show.  The Partridge Family.  The Brady Bunch.  Love American Style.  Man with a Suitcase.  The Wild Wild West.  Star Trek.  You could plan your week by what was on television in the afternoon and evening. Each of these seminal shows had music recorded by live musicians.  This was before the advent of the PC and the MIDI sequencer.  There were no VST plug ins.  I remember when Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine first used the sequencer on stage.  There was no looking back.  I remember that a record executive heard that quantized rhythm, and decided that it was the new direction of music.  Now we are stuck with pop.  Not only is my adversary, my foe, and my opponent the defense of America, it is the musically illiterate.  Today that is just about everyone.  Each day I wake I want to crawl back into bed, close my eyes, and live in my subconscious mind.  It is more pleasant than this world.  When I time my sleep correctly, I dream of much more interesting things than with what I am confronted each day.  Driving.  Surrounded by the uneducated.  Buying.  It is a fruitless life.  When I dream I solve problems.  I play politics.  I fight for my life.  Whence these scenarios come I do not know.  Only I can think that they are things that may transpire in the future.  Writing music entitles me to nothing.  I have boxes full of music.  I have music that will become America's next chapter of contemporary classical music.  It has not been written before.  It is the natural evolution of modern music.  It cements in contract the sentiments of America or at least one American that has witnessed the twentieth century.  When I was motivated to be a musician, how did I progress?  These days I am self-deprecating.  My fingers are stiff.  My physical kinesthesia is nonexistent, because of standing waves in my home.  The motions of my extremities once that were comforting and provided me musical skill are dormant.  I can't feel.  With no music in the environment and absent kinesthesia, it is easy to understand why I am depressed.  These used to be the things that made me happy.  Without them, what is left?  What is a human being without vibration?  Emotion.  Thought.  Electrical activity that controls the organs.  It is easy to understand why people are killing each other.  When you take away the necessary systems of the human body to function, then what is left?  What is left are the empty eyes of serial killers with no conscience.  Zombies.  Republicans.  What I need is sleep.  I want to recharge.  I want to escape.