A little jam could be just the thing

It’s a tsunami that’s been picking up momentum for some time now — and none of us can escape its destructive path. It’s the division among people that grows wider every day. It’s black against white; it’s liberal against conservative; it’s Democrat against Republican; it’s Christian against Muslim.

It’s nobody’s fault, and it’s everybody’s fault. And frankly, it’s downright scary.

I recall when I was a young lad growing up in the tumultuous 60s, watching riots, demonstrations, body counts from Vietnam, assassinations, and chaos on the black and white TV nearly every evening.

Those days are back, and worse than ever. People who claim to be for “everyone’s rights,” are just that — except if you disagree with their point of view. Then these people advocates would just as soon burn down your business and shoot you in the face with pepper spray than hold a civilized dialogue.

People who have been friends for years on Facebook are unfriending each other because of differing political points of view.

It’s madness, yet it’s becoming a part of our everyday life.

I have a strict policy not to discuss politics, or my point of view, for that matter, on social media. I like all my friends, regardless of their philosophies.

What I do post mostly are music-oriented news bits. Songs on YouTube, news about artists (as long as its apolitical), and the like.

The other day I saw a video of more than 800 people who gathered with various instruments to play, of all songs, Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Sweet Home Alabama.”

It was awesome. Hundreds, from different races, colors, religions and ethnicities all in tune and on the same page.

That’s what music is — constant. One can’t change the notes. They are what they are. It’s been that way since David played for the Lord on a harp.

Musical chords are described as three or more notes played together to form a specific sound — a sound that is melodic and pleasing. Three or more different notes working together to create something good.

No matter where one is from, what one believes, what one’s point of view is, the laws, mathematics and theories of music cannot be changed.

I jammed with Danny this weekend for the first time in a while, and the music, while rock-oriented, was cathartic.

What this world needs is to step back, let the tsunami wash over us, then get together and jam. Maybe not “Sweet Home Alabama.” Maybe something more like, “Give peace a chance,” with harmonies.


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