![]() MUSIC CONSPIRACYA Poem by VolTHE MUSIC CONSPIRACY OR TWENTY-SIX MUSIC DEVICES IN A GOLFING CATALOGUE I think the human race is making up for lost time when the only music we ever heard was when a rare someone wandered through with cat gut stretched on curved pieces of wood, It must have been quiet enough to think back then. The ad says I can capture dozens of AM stations from hundreds of miles away on a hundred dollar Table Radio that fits anywhere and plays like a Stradivarius, or buy the waterproof FM that lets me swim, walk, or jog to the rhythm while all my tunes are conveniently stored in a quarter the space within a clever plastic frame as I lay in the tub surrounded by soothing wireless speakers till I drop the remote or the cell phone rings to sell me more insurance here in the middle of fourteen hundred fifty-two guitar pickers on this Tennessee anthill. But wait, where’s my slick, pre-programmed portable receiver that lets me listen to Rock, Bach, talk, or foreign intrigue, so I can stay informed and entertained from Baghdad to Bosnia and my brain explodes in simple self-defense. Or maybe we’re just using up all that time we gained when it was quiet enough to think.
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1 Review Added on February 23, 2025 Last Updated on February 23, 2025 Author![]() VolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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