Eventual Genocide

I am listening to Gail Pettis, and satan once again is trying to bring down my spirits.  It is stifling, hot, and oppressive like it was when I woke up this morning to diesel trains.  It is electromagnetic energy, energy that is hot from the flowing electricity but also undulating, moving, and invasive from the magnetism.  I am sitting here trying to think of the perfect analogy for electromagnetism, but I can't.  We are exposed to it on a global level each day we wake, each day we sleep, and we will be to the grave.  It is part of the 1.7% increase in carbon emission that broke all records in 2018.  What little we do know about it has been mustered in 1960's vintage horror movies.  Remember that sound?  That throbbing low frequency sound that accompanied alien spacecraft, murderous creatures, or covert governmental military activity.  It is not that complex, but those are efficient analogies.  When you are being irradiated by electromagnetic energy whether it is gamma rays or microwaves, there is no respite.  There is no where to hide.  Suddenly it just came to me.  During the Cold War, the arms race between the United States and Russia, people built underground bomb shelters.  They understood all too well that when a nuclear bomb landed near you, underground was the only place you could go.  Today we are bombarded with the same energy on a daily basis.  It is heating the earth, and there is no solution.  I was lying in bed trying to think of how to solve this problem.  Heat is energy, and so it must be harnessed and repurposed.  In the form of sound its energy is vibration in the air.  Sound waves.  I think the proper methodology in sound abbreviation is to capture the vibration and dissipate it into heat.  If we could do this and use this heat for our own good?  How could I harness that electromagnetic energy that flows into my bedroom on an hourly basis?  Thirty trains a day Captain Justice says.  He posts train videos on YouTube.  Because of the proximity of our house to the CSX-T mainline, it flows into my bedroom like lava.  There is nothing I have been able to do about it except try to think of a way to curtail its impact on my body.  This all is pretty boring, but I am convinced that it will kill us all.  The "War Against the Machines" all ready has begun.  We may have missed Y2K.  We may have missed 2012.  Certainly we have missed George Orwell's "1984."  Then again those weren't specific dates upon which to rely.  Consider them marginal boundaries.  The things thought to happen around those times may themselves take time to evolve into conscious problems like cellular phones.  1.7% rise in carbon emissions for 2018 breaking all records for heat.  Our president denies global warming completely as a hoax.  The Federal Communications Commission always had stated that those specific frequencies of the electromagnetic spectrum are dangerous.  If a microwave can make water particles oscillate in an oven, what would happen if you place them on tall towers and erect them all over God's creating?  What would you get?  Global warming?  If you had an intelligent and conscientious president with an effective Congress, all kinds of things could be done to solve the world's problems.  The first day would be "No Fly Day."  For one day no planes would fly.  The second day would be "No Train Day."  All of those diesel locomotives that never get turned off.  For one day they all get turned off.  Of course this is not possible.  America has become such a strung out and unregulated country, it would not be possible to force rail carrier employees to accomplish such as task.  Immediately you would create the second Civil War in America.  It almost has been created by our own president.  Immediately you would pinpoint those Americans who care more about their own sustenance than the well being of the populace.  I am surrounded by them, non-Christians.  They heckle me.  They invade my bedroom an on hourly basis and laugh as they do so.  When we emerged from the Cumberland Country Public Library Sunday afternoon after out big band Christmas concert how were we greeted?  We were greeted the same way as the patrons of the International Folk Festival.  His exact words in Captain Justice's train video were,"They have a rail yard in their downtown."  People were trying to walk to event and enjoy downtown, and they had to wait on CSX freight trains to pass at grade crossings with no protective swing gates.  In downtown Fayetteville pedestrians freely walk on the mainline railroad tracks without a worry in the world.  It is like playing Russian roulette.  Mothers pushing strollers.  Children playing.  It is frightening.  He is a bearded grizzly bear donning a dayglo florescent yellow vest.  He starts and stops his GP-38-3 with the push of a button.  There is no "All Points Inspection."  He kills the prime mover, and then pushes a button to start it.  I heard this as he sat on his afternoon run to DAK Americas.  That locomotive of which he seems to be very proud, started as easily as a Chrysler.  It took all of one second.  Rarely do they do that.  On Sunday it was a consist, more than one engine.  Yesterday it was his GP-38-3 which I am sure has been rebuilt into alternating current.  Where did they find the room for the auxiliary electronics cabinet?  It wasn't there before.  Inverters must be getting smaller.  There is nothing I can do to escape his electromagnetic footprint.  It is in my ass most of the day and night like right now.  In the morning I have to turn on my window AC unit to counteract its effects.  I have to turn on my air conditioner during winter to cool the excess heat that is being radiated into my bedroom my diesel electric locomotives.  Of course there are C-130 aircraft.  There are helicopters.  There are the gunners at the post.  All day fifty caliber machine guns clear as a day.  It was reported in the Fayetteville Observer that their targeting system uses sound waves.  Sound waves?  It is a mobile RADAR that sits on a large truck with its own dedicated generator.  Sound waves?  That would explain a lot.  When I wrote to them and asked if this was a mistake in the article, nada.  Nil.  No answer.  Anyway I am listening to Gail Pettis, and it is enlightening.  She is a black jazz singer who used to be an orthodontist.  Should I say African-American?  I don't think she would care.  Can I sing "Dixie."  Elvis Presley sang "Dixie," and he is dead, long dead.  In America when you die that's it.  I realized that tonight, and it frightened me.  All of the good things for what America is known, they are disappearing.  Walt Disney and his pioneering films.  Elvis Presley and his singing.  Frank Sinatra.  Quality television.  There is nothing with which to replace them.  The scourge Nazi fascists, Italian Mussolini's, German Hitler's, and Russian Stalin's.  Now they are in America waiting patiently for their turn.  Where else would they be?  Certainly they are in Yemen.  In Afghanistan.  There was a United States senator who cold RPG's to Afghanistan with which they shot down invading Russian helicopters.  Who was he?  Forgotten.  All of our recent history will be forgotten, because it is not being documented.  Patiently satan is waiting, watching as Elvis dies.  Miles Davis dies.  Frank Sinatra dies.  Bob Marley dies.  Rock long has been dead.  Luckily jazz still is alive.  It is frightening.  What did I learn from listening to Gail Pettis for the first time?  I am wise about my music purchases.  No more MP3's which sound like train horns.  I have an active interest in the study of music.  That seems reasonable seeing as I completed all of the coursework for a DMA in music composition at Ohio State.  I wasn't quite ready to be a college scholar.  I was ready to carry the teaching load, but my diplomatic skills were lacking.  I was a bit angry, and my pen showed this.  Twenty-five years later I am much more qualified, because I have had this time to live and understand how music evolved in real life, not from books and treatises.  Dr. William Ted McDaniel said to me, "You're reading is a little light."  One doesn't really learn music from books, but his point was well taken.  You should have a historical perspective of music and how it evolved.  I didn't really have this at the time.  His question was effective on my General Exams.  I won't repeat it here, but it was something like was the evolution of jazz music a continual freeing of the melody from the harmonic/rhythmic accompaniment?  When you get to the Avant Garde, it is easy to see that it was the pinnacle of this journey.  In the most misunderstood style of jazz music, the Avant Garde didn't dispense with the complex language of bebop, it abstracted it.  It abstracted it the same way that Abstract Expressionist painters created their language.  You must understand everything that came before in minute detail, but then you have an emotional freedom to distort it in what hopefully will be a compelling and communicative way.  Probably to this day I haven't known the answer to his question.  It is not easy.  Jazz has not been around long enough to have the appropriate scholarly study.  A century, but I am working on it.  Listening to Gail Pettis I appreciated her choice of the American Songbook, standards which you will recognize.  I appreciated her crystal clear vocal which showcases here extremely knowledgeable and tasteful interpretations of the melodies.  Ella Fitzgerald and Sarah Vaughn did this well, as good or if not better than most instrumentalists.  It was perplexing to me to hear how she uses the human voice as an instrument, spinning paraphrases of the original melody, understanding each and every note, and its relation to the chord changes.  I believe she is using her mind as well as her ear to do this.  When I hear Frank Sinatra sing, it is clear that he hears chord changes, understands tonal harmony, and creates melodic lines that are more natural than jazz instrumentalists.  Is this because of the words, that these melodic lines never were meant to be excised from their accompanying words?  Perhaps the words were first, as with Oscar Hammerstein.  I think this may be the case.  I didn't experienced her renditions on two different levels.  There was an emotional level, and it moved me.  There was an intellectual level to her melodic interpretations and the arrangements they were playing.  It dawned on me that although they were swinging, their mix was pop.  Her vocal was the loudest thing, the piano was next, and the bass and drums were cleverly cloaked in their background.  Unlike mainstream jazz, the bass and drums were meant to accompany her vocal performance.  Always I have had a disagreement with Kris Killingsworth, the Musical Director on the Adventure of the Seas.  He is a proponent of the Count Basie Orchestra, and such he loves to hear Ella Fitzgerald sing with Herb Ellis and Ray Brown.  As many may or may not know, Ella was not just a jazz singer.  She covered songs from many styles, and some of it was more commercial than jazz.  It is what I call pop.  The rhythm section's function is not to interact or create musical interest, it is meant to accompany.  That accentuates the vocal performance.  I wanted to hear her drummer, Gail Pettis get off the cymbals and rims and play the drums like Elvin Jones or Mitch Mitchell.  The sounds of the wooden drums is a large part of the sound of jazz.  I realized for some reason listening to her that we are losing the heart and soul of America, we are killing the population, and we are headed for eventual genocide.  We need change.