grandiose

The older I get the more I see, the more I hear, and I'm finding consequently I have to fight the dimness off my eyes, by blinking furiously, refusing to let the wonders I've witnessed be forgotten. And my ears, I have to quicken them. So that truth doesn't blend in with static and get old, or so familiar that I can't discern black from white. I'm talking about truth. Listening to "In The Valley Of The Dying Son" by House Of Heroes. It never fails, and I was watching Tim Skipper and co. describe their masterpiece of a song with keywords such as "grandiose", "cowboys", "disco", "robotic", "Jacob from the Old Testament" and "sci-fi". I just ate it all up. Anyways, it describes the eternal story of a man and God and the curse on his life and all the struggling spackled in-between. Actually, check the music video.This song, it's got screwy instrumentals that end up flowing into perfect choreography before I can comprehend what's happened. And somewhere in between the lines of bass and cowboy-boogie antics I get this gorgeous message. The man, a soldier if you will, wrestles the Angel of God and he wins by losing. Losing himself, you see? The curse is always a choice. He, like Jacob in the Bible, gets away scott-free by facing God. Anyway, RESISTING the dimness is a choice as well. Choose life; that's how God put it to me. Dangit, I shoulda put this in my Future of Music blog.