Goose Lake

Life is very strange in the year 2020. First of all, the Detroit Tigers, after losing a zillion games the last two years, could make the covid playoffs. Our president is blaming past presidents for all of the 2020 chaos. Also, he puts orange dye on his face to make himself look well-tanned, but he looks disgusting. WTF?! We are in the midst of a pandemic that has killed almost 200,000 people and blaming the virus on China. All the bad shit happening is someone else's fault. Our president is incapable of telling the truth and yet millions love him. Teenagers toting AR-15’s are in the streets. Teenagers are killing other teenagers. Just a matter of time before we have a shootout between Americans, while our president is egging on this behavior in hopes of getting re-elected. This is by far the craziest shit-year I’ve ever lived through. 2020 go away, totally wasted, but a deadly year.

What does the 1970 Goose Lake Park rock concert have to do with the 2020 madness? Well, I’m going to tell you. While we were listening to Iggy Pop and the Stooges, an announcement blared over the PA system, “Don’t take the brown acid.” A little late for that, thought I .🤔 I believed I’d entered a parallel universe and the concert was not part of my actual reality. I desperately hoped the drug would wear off and the concert would go back to a world of peace and love. From 1970, we have gone backward in our way of life.

Here are some lyrics that were written right after the moon landing and make sense 50 years later.

“Whitey on the Moon”

by: Gil Scott-Heron

A rat done bit my sister Nell.

(with Whitey on the moon)

Her face and arms began to swell.

(and Whitey's on the moon)

I can't pay no doctor bill.

(but Whitey's on the moon)

Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.

(while Whitey's on the moon)

The man jus' upped my rent las' night.

('cause Whitey's on the moon)

No hot water, no toilets, no lights.

(but Whitey's on the moon)

I wonder why he's uppi' me?

('cause Whitey's on the moon?)

I was already payin' 'im fifty a week.

(with Whitey on the moon)

Taxes takin' my whole damn check,

Junkies makin' me a nervous wreck,

The price of food is goin' up,

An' as if all that shit wasn't enough

A rat done bit my sister Nell.

(with Whitey on the moon)

Her face an' arm began to swell.

(but Whitey's on the moon)

Was all that money I made las' year

(for Whitey on the moon?)

How come there ain't no money here?

(Hm! Whitey's on the moon)

Y'know I jus' 'bout had my fill

(of Whitey on the moon)

I think I'll sen' these doctor bills,

Airmail special

(to Whitey on the moon)

To become a world that is lasting, don’t be so selfish. Think of giving others a chance!

Peace and love people, ☮️ and 💕