My vision of Santa Monica By Everclear

Feeling claustrophobic, and more music in my head, I jumped on my pan-dimensional scooter and headed south. While living in a more northern hemisphere south always brings warmth, and comfort. I cranked it into overdrive and slipped on my crystallized sound mnemonic memory device, shuttled to genre, click 80's and teleported into time.
The 1980's were glorious contradictions, Dick Chaney, Reagan and George Bush ran the country, and ironically this was a future that would be repeated in the new millennium. I shudder when thinking how far back the United States regressed, but it was good to revisit the past and maybe get some incite into the madness that the country has slipped into in the 21 century.
I listened, and in my mind's eye viewed the Cars, Talking heads, Flock of seagulls, Adam ant, the birth of U2. I then raged with the Violent Femmes and the Alarm. Devo whisked away into UB40, AR15, and the General Public. Men at work, and Men without Hats danced with the Clash. At that time Disco and dance was music listen to by the establishment and human cocaine fiends. While Billy Idol rebelled, the Zombie controlled humans listened to Billy Jean. Later the puppeteers would use mind altering disco experiments on their own recording artists and make them loose memories of their names, and eventually turn talented African Americans into freaked out white people; poor Micheal Jackson.
The most talented influential artists were destroyed by disillusioned hysteria produced by toxins only the government oversights of Dick Chaney could produce. As time progressed, even the agency cocaine bandits lost or misplaced this technology for mental torture, and would revert back to just shooting dissidents and senators with guns.
There was one group, we now call the Grateful Dead, that found a time chamber in the seventies and isolated themselves with a concoction of marijuana and LSD. They emerged later in the 1990's perfectly preserved, and completely unaware that any time passed at all.
Yet, that was the 80's. People euthanized themselves with drugs and alcohol because at anytime we could go to war, and the president was crazy enough to use nuclear weapons of mass destruction. It was Fear, and nobody wanted to injected with Aids.
Pockets of youth hid, and secret havens formed; called "Icky Penny's". The skateboards, snowboards, and other inventions, like computers would emerge later in human history to transform the now modern society. I believe today, its those mass communication devices that will save humans from war, and mass destruction. Only the old guard leaders could not control the youth this country then so they use their mental disco cocaine/heroin tactics on lesser developed societies, now. So, it is now a global problem, and the global solutions are transferable by the only universal languages. Cyberspace, video transfer, and Music. Free the music, and we free the creativity to communicate globally. Avoid the Disco.
Invest your time in national public radio (NPR), Indie, world beat, and Reggae. These are the last vestibules of free content, FREE. A revolution is coming, and I need to power down the scooter,...I see the ocean.

Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!