Those sixties days we did amaze expanded dreams aware.. love in lays travel
plays in fun to show we cared..
‘Stones’ spoke of ‘Hanging Matters’ sat there posed in drag.. children pitter-patter .. Vietnam spoke bloody frags..
Something social learned returned to burn after born.. hanging signs.. yours and mine.. born in fear to warn..
Of things created.. on assembly lines.. commanded by a robot.. seduce with robot minds..
They appeal ‘hell of a deal’ these ways planned to entice.. something less than human.. robots feel less than mice..
Computer science great improvements on computer tool.. still we live to give.. exchange our art.. what learned at school..
World of living world of nature hurricanes and streams.. tool extends.. nothing more.. human plans and dreams..
Thought.. ‘The other day I received a ballot from ASCAP listing those running for the ‘Board’.. in reading a bio and statement from Alf Clausen who is known, among other things, for his work on ‘The Simpsons’.
Mr. Clausen said what he found, after 40 years of watching unsettling changes in the attitudes shown by potential users of our music.. most ‘troubling are expectations from so-called ‘computer generation’ that our music should be free’.
‘Computer Generation’ my ass.. a thief is just that.. in any time… Peace tony
(ASCAP = American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers)