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so it seems like there's been some push back on the creativity front lately.

did anyone see the grammys? not only did thom yorke and johnny greenwood steal the show with the USC marching band (one word for that: amazing.), but there was some actual talent laying it down on stage all night.

all is not wrong with the world of popular music. jt killed it, al green was still magical, and some crazy british girl with an angel's voice (adele) stole my heart.

i have a feeling people are going to start feeling pressure to fight back against the despair and impersonality that has characterized this generation. especially with the way the economy is going... sure, president obama (still feels good to say that) will change things, but its going to take time. for now, artists will actually feel what it's like to hurt. people might feel what its like to struggle, or to have the strength of character to persevere in the face of a challenge.

i don't wish bad things on anyone, but our generation has such a strong sense of entitlement that it might be time we fought our own battles - rather than paying homage to those that have been fought before us.

i know robyn thicke and weezy's performance may not have been on top of everyone's list, and new orleans might be in the back of everyone's mind. but when the dirty dozen brass band came out and marched through the crowd in a tribute to that fallen mecca of creativity, it gave me hope in the future.

i'm running from my problems and i can see the clouds are starting to break.

feet, don't fail me now.

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in the headphones:

when the levees break - led zeppelin

(#_44) barack_obama

power to the people waving flags and shit
its another generation heading north
marching strong past hatred racially united
as divided as a nation on the fourth

its the simplicity of a clenched up fist
it’s the futile implications of the fight
and when we all got together seemingly excited
we decided there’s no color in the night

the sun comes up
the music blares
the windows down
in hope we stare

cause its time. we’ll finally be fine.

on a cold plain day on the steps of change
stand refreshed because our confidence is wealth
fuel the fire with desire its the progress in our minds
the time is ripe for him to nurse us back to health

and when tomorrow comes we’ll speak our minds
feeling pressure from the rising tide of hope
just as the river cut through rock, we walk in footprints from the past

good morning.

hope this headache doesn’t last.

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in the headphones:

young jeezy - my president is black

"my president is black, my lambo's blue, and i'll be goddamned if my rims aint too"