Are Artists the Tuning Fork of Society?

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I believe cultures resonate to the vibrations artists create and instill upon their work. Author’s words carry the weight of their focal points. This focus can help or harm the society into which their creations permeate.

As an example, a comedian stands in front of a community and pokes fun not at everyone in general but at a select group of people. The vibration moves and resonates with like seeds of prejudice harbored by his audience and grows. Soon we have ill feelings being expressed against a select group of people. Good or bad? Continue reading

Connecting

Fishing

I like connecting here, but true human connection is hard to replicate in the virtual world. It is like the act of writing where we are alone but choose to create a setting for others to join us vicariously in thought and emotion. I can enjoy fishing by reading about another’s experience of it, but I am not fishing. Fishing is an actual thing, more than anyone could ever put into words. We are learning how to trick the brain and create body responses virtually, and even though it approaches an echo of realism, it lacks the essential quality that life infuses into to flesh. Someday, maybe we will be able to walk into each other’s living space and interact via a plasma suit or body screen, but for now we travel via the soul of our words.
As a result, I will often disappear from WordPress, Facebook and other virtual connections for long stints. So until next time—

GONE FISHING

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Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®

Ashamed To Be A Democrat

Ashamed

The last truly democratic president from the Democratic Party to occupy the White House was John F. Kennedy. Continue reading

The QuickTurtle® Band, The 3 String Wheezer

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`      Howie Burn from CCB’s Radio Show “Tune In, Not Out” was scheduled to pick up the band at the airport.  The QuickTurtles had just left the Philippines and Howie was to meet them when they touched down in Seoul.  They had an interview set up at the restaurant in the hotel.

Unfortunately TBone was in one of his more meditative moods when they debarked.  He commandeered Howie to drop QT and Robbie off at the hotel and then directed Howie to head for the ocean minus a camera man.  Howie really didn’t mind, if he could get a few questions answered on the drive.  He could then write his article in the air-conditioned rental car while TBone traipsed around in the heat.

“I heard your new song, The Blue Guitar.”  Howie remarked.

“Creepy,” TBone replied as he looked out the window at Seoul.

When nothing further was offered, Howie plowed ahead.  “Are you having Alcohol issues, TBone?”

“See that pagoda with the green roof?” TBone asked, “I think that is the place QT and I ate the last time we were in town.  They have great Korean Barbecue.”

“You hungry?”  Howie asked.

“Not now.  I want to get to the beach and look for materials for this instrument that is rattling around in my head.”

“That song, TBone, are you doing okay?”

“Howie, I’m doing great.  It was just a song.  It was at the end of our tour.  We were stuck at the Limbo airport with nothing to do.  I wasn’t drinking or standing at urinals all night except in my imagination.  That’s what song writing is about.  We make it up.  We create something that’s not there.”

“Art imitates life,” Howie said.

“No, life imitates art,” TBone replied and set out to build an instrument that mimicked the chirp of the yellow birds that had been hanging around the hotel courtyard while the band was in Manilla.

TBone built what he dubbed “The 3 String Wheezer”.   After several aborted attempts he was able to pick the bird’s notes almost perfectly on it’s strings.  Now those damn birds keep showing up in strange hotels in places like Norway or Iceland.  Makes you want to chuck a handful of sunflower seeds just to appease them.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®