“All the world’s history gradually dying of shock”
Yep, that sounds about right for a song this Sunday, the end of another week of unimaginable deeds committed in the name of my country. Or the beginning of a week filled with new unimaginable deeds, depending on whether you’re a glass-half-empty or glass-half-full kind of person. But when you’re talking about a poisoned chalice, it hardly matters.
Sorry, I thought I’d gotten a handle on my political pessimism. Let’s blame it on the pain meds, shall we? I’m strictly over-the-counter from here on out.
But, “Sing” – this Dresden Dolls song, music and lyrics by Amanda Palmer. Neil Gaiman brought it to my attention in the final essay in his collection The View from the Cheap Seats. He called it “a plea to make art, whatever the hell else you do” and that sounded about right to me.
But then there’s the music video, with people from the world’s vast history frozen as if statues. I kept waiting for the statues to come to life, for the music to reanimate them, but I guess the Dresden Dolls never take the easy road.
And this 11-year-old song feels as fresh as today’s fresh hell:
“There is this thing keeping everyone’s lungs and lips locked
It is called fear and it’s seeing a great renaissance
After the show you can not sing wherever you want
But for now let’s just pretend we’re all gonna get bombed