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| Technology is a drug.
We can' t get enough of it.
We feed it to our kids and watch them grow on a forced diet of desensitization.
Switch on the T.V. and someone will tell you 50,000 people died in India.
Two seconds later you' re watching a comedy. Technology can do that. It gives us simulated realities that make us oblivious to the real world. Heroin does the same thing.
So do most class A drugs. Basically, we are all addicts - addicted to the comfort and convenience that technology provides - addicted to the notion that progress is directly related to the size of your computer screen. Of course it is.
We must be right. We come from the developed world. We' re already developed.
Sure. Then again, wealthy kids in America shoot each other. Poor kids in Soweto can' t stop smiling.
So who' s developed?
I met an Aborigine in Arnhemland, Australia - his nephews showed me symbols where I saw trees and rainbows through smoked glass. They could see fish through clouded water. I couldn' t even see my own reflection. I must have forgotten how.
When I look in front of me, I see two paths - spiritual or material. Two worlds - developed or developing. You decide which is which. We' re still in the wake of millennium paranoia - earthquakes, floods, end of world scenarios, cult suicides, viral diseases that eat into our computer realities. This is our developed world.
Then, as Nelson Mandela says 'We are free to be free'.
I guess we make our own prophecies.
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Written by Victor Wooten
This song means so much to me. Let me tell u why. It was the day before recording
was supposed to start. I had just gotten off of the road so I brought my bass over to my
good friend Joe Compito's house. He would always touch up my basses for
me whenever I needed him to. While he was working on my bass I realized that I didn't have
any pictures of him on my web site. I went to the car and got my digital camera (which I
just happened to have with me). I took 2 pictures of Joe while he was working on my bass.
These turned out to be the last two pictures of him taken while he was alive. Joe died
later that night from a brain aneurysm. He was 39.
I was in the studio recording this song when I got the phone call. I told the lady
on the phone that I had just been at Joe's house. She informed me that I was the last
person to see him alive. I'm so glad that we ended our visit with a hug like we always do.
Joe told me that he had a headache and was going to relax for a while. What would I have
done different if I had known? I now think about that with every person and everything I
come in contact with. "This may be the last time we see each other. What do I want to
say? What do I want to do? What am I waiting for???"
A few weeks earlier I was visiting Joe when this melody popped into my head. I
kept humming it in the same key all the way home and then immediately recorded a demo of
it. I called Joe on the phone and told him about the song. A couple of days later I played
it for him telling him that this was the song that had come to me after our last visit. He
jokingly (I think) asked me if I was going to name it after him. The only title that had
come to me at that time was "the Journey" so I told him, "maybe, I don't
know". Funny how life works.
Well, this is that song, inspired by Joe Compito. Joe's Journey
I believe that we all have a song in our hearts for everyone that we come in
contact with. How beautiful the world could be if we would just allow that song to play.
How about it! Talk!Listen!Play!Feel!Give!Receive!Love!Live!and Love some more! How
much time is left? http://www.victorwooten.com/yinyang/journey.htm
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