Captain Fantastic Has Left the Building

Captain Fantastic Has Left the Building November 13, 2006

This pic posted by Drudge got me longing for the good ol’ days of my childhood. Back when I didn’t know that campy was camp; but I did know that having a gay ol’ time was watching the Flintstones.

It was a time when making music, and doing it well, mattered more than … O. My. Gosh.

Speaking of Dynamic Duos, Captain Fantastic & the Brown Dirt Cowboy is still one of my favorites. (I always thought the line about Jesus was an existentialist artistic reflection. In other words, it made sense within the context of the song, the quest.)

I believe it’s possible to take one’s struggles and temptations and turn them into a craft: poetry, prose, lyrics and art. (Even Confessions, ask St Augustine — whose birthday is today.) The muse might possess a bit of madness but, as long as the madness is wrestled with, art is born.

Yet, in a fallen world, the madness itself may become the quest. Instead of the hound that drives a man toward greatness, it becomes the sole possession of a man blinded by self.

Elton sang the songs of my adolescence. Too bad he stopped growing after that.


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