Happy Depressive Sounds: Cara’s Music Corner

o I’ve been having a difficult time lately with my depression or as I like to call it, my weltschmerz. The word weltschmerz is a German word that translates literally to world weariness. This describes the feeling that I get when the weight of the world bears down on me. Luckily, I have music to help get me past that feeling. In today’s episode of Cara’s Music Corner, I am going to talk about music that sounds as equally depressed as I am at times.

The Abolition of the Automobile

So one of the most remarkable and hardest decisions that I have made recently was to sell my car. Obviously, for a lot of Americans the decision to sell their car would be unconscionable. It was a difficult one for me. I loved my car. However, there comes a time when the very act of ownership becomes a reinforced complicity in a failed and rapacious big oil paradigm that is predicated on the domination and exploitation of this place we call Earth.

Trumpvilles Are Coming To A City Near You: The Dilemma of Homelessness & Income Inequality

When I say the word, homelessness…I also mean to say gentrification, fundamental human neglection and an enormous dearth of empathy. However the biggest reason is the familiar crepitaculum of the income inequality skeletons stuffed in Uncle Sam’s closet. I feel the problem of homelessness is a remarkable and aposematic precursor portending an upcoming economic perturbation.

Undefined

Watching the sun set every dusk
in my office between six inches
of drywall, stucco and glass
Rays wander through like roots
effortlessly pressing my soul
against the clear window
Life is breath to breath
and in this very moment
I only want to warm myself
with the last gasp of today

A Eulogy for Neil Peart: We Have Assumed Control

I feel like Cygnus has died. I feel like the balance is no longer there. Rock is truly dead. The priests of the Temple of Syrinx wrested away a huge part of my past. There won’t be another time when distortion and the electric guitar is first discovered, Just like the way of the saxophone, and the dodo and thus the time of the electric guitar has now passed…