Seems like a dream, Got me Hypnotized. Bob Welch was one of the artists that i followed as a solo after the band broke up. Have you any dreams you want to sell - Christine, Stevie - hugs. Cope with the fact that it comes and goes and that the current ebb and flow indicate greater change is in store. My growing up artists are demonstrating mortality - but i think there is also something else going on.
Somehow, there are some shining stars that keep luminosity when times grow dim. When you watch the game-play on a colossal scale, you lose track of the fact that it is all grand theater. The penthouse to the outhouse is a slippery slope and the ki might be in appreciation, of those who are there for us when we need them. Life rolls with the punches, floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee.
Remnants are useful only after we know the context. The sub-topics that we deal with are deep and thought provoking - sometimes things just are not the weigh they seem. The context is off - the sub data in the base is inconsistent and designating the facts from the fictions plays like a Mel Gibson conspiracy theorist. Or a Jack Nicholson psycho - the happy go lucky McMurtry. always a scheme ... movie memories.
Do they replace actual memories that we ought to be having? Do our dreams become more vivid when we get to set the cast of characters from the people we know, rather than the illusions created by stars in our eyes? We are Stardust, We are golden, but we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. Ooh - it is so easy to have a song cliche for every moment.
No - the life that we romanced about is the same as Jay Gatsby dealt with nearly a century ago, in a fictional world of self-created imagery. I laugh at myself, as my avatar might suggests a DizKnee connextion and that is far, far away. I grew up watching Walt's wunnerful whirled theater religiously every Sunday, in an era when Bugs Bunny was sharp as a tack politically and humor made fun of reality.