AS WE PACK to move back south to Reno* in the next month, I made this chart for our local 350 Spokane chapter as a parting gift. The version they had for their tabletop display was, I thought, too wonky: it laid out the facts but didn’t effectively tell the story.
In the process of redesigning this 800,000 year time line, I looked up the CO2 levels for 1760 (dawn of the industrial age), 1960 (200 years later), then every 20 years after that. The results were more dramatic—and alarming— than I expected. Our level of burning of fossil fuels has continued to increase, not decrease, and the consequences are clearly escalating to catastrophic. That our media continues to ignore or downplay these facts is a crime against humanity, in my view.
Everybody needs to know this…
…then choose how to best act accordingly.
Meanwhile, I’ll be offline for a few months while we pack, move, unpack and resume life with a much smaller footprint.
YES, I’M STILL obsessing over that 12-year irreversible tipping point from the 2018 UN IPCC Report. Silly me, huh? Hey, we still have almost 12 years left before we fall into the abyss of no return. No cause for alarm, right? Must not be. No one I know is talking about it. Not to me anyway.
So, I decided to take my concerns to the streets with a new bumper sticker design. I had some printed up for our local 350 Spokane group. It’s also under consideration by 350Maine.org. And, I’ll be sending the PDF file to the other climate activists groups that are using the poster version for their consideration.
Maybe that will start a conversation?
Meanwhile, if you know of any group that might be interested in taking this message to the streets, let me know.
TURNS OUT CD Baby didn’t like having Google’s logo on my cover, even though it was technically fair use under copyright law. Ok, fine. I went back to the drawing board and came up with a better design anyway. So there. The new image looks more like a three-dimensional digital pad and the word “Enlightenment” is much easier to read. After all, that is the cosmic joke of the cover concept.
Here it is, new and improved:
If you haven’t yet heard Searching for Something, it’s a hoot. At least, I think so. And at only 90 seconds, a minimal chronological investment.
IN RECORDING lore, an audio mix is only considered complete when the lid closes on the mix engineer’s casket. And if, like me, you’re not actually an engineer but just an eager wannabe learning as he goes, that’s even more true. So, here we are with version three of Don’t Hear Nothin.’
In the first mix, the drums were entertaining but too frenetic. Second mix, sans drums, the remaining guitar tracks’ dynamic felt too consistent to support the dramatic build of the song. Third mix, I added synthesizers and other tweaks recently honed from audio training manuals and videos. Voila!
“This time,” said Goldilocks, “the porridge is just right.”
As you can probably tell, I really like this song and want people to hear it. I think it captures our dilemma: The media’s pandering and the resulting indifference of the masses to an escalating existential crisis along with the rising activism of a small but growing minority. And, I think it could be helpful in both awakening those sleepwalking masses and energizing the awakened. It’s been one of my most viewed YouTube videos. That’s encouraging.
If Don’t Hear Nothin’ is meaningful to you, please share it with your friends. It might make a difference. And, as you know, time is running out for that difference to matter.
So why am I still pounding on the climate lectern? I visited a friend today. He’s highly educated, well informed and deeply involved in bettering our community. I gave him one of my “12 year” posters to put in his business. He didn’t have a clue what it meant. When I explained the UN report, he expressed skepticism because it was just a “projection” and then blamed his indifference on the Chinese because they aren’t doing enough—so why should we.
Why? Because we are sacrificing our great-grandchildren on an altar of inconceivable misery, privation and suffering. And why are we doing that? Because most of us are too goddamn complacent with our carbon-based comforts and convenience to be bothered. And if we are bothered, we blame it on the “Chinese.”
It’s down to this: If we are not the people we’ve been waiting for, there will be no others.
I’m enjoying teaching this more than I anticipated, so I’ve created a smaller and more intimate class offering for winter, limited to six students. Three have already signed up. Let me know if you’re interested via EMAIL.
THIS WEEK, a friend suggested removing the drums from the mix of “Don’t Hear Nothin,'” which had been part of the recording since I’d laid down the scratch track. Never occurred to me. So I did. Wow! So much better.
I’d also come to dislike my vocal performance. It was wearing on me, feeling at times forced or disjointed or even harsh. As luck would have it, I’d just received an expensive (for me) mic in the mail especially for vocals. What better time for a test!? Here is the result. Give it a listen:
I think it passed—the new mic sounds less raspy on aggressive notes and smoother all around. And I think my performance is more even. Meanwhile, the lyric really stands out without the drums. I hope you agree. Let me know what you think.
Yes, this is my final answer.
Why I Wrote the Song
It’s fairly obvious that our national media ignores climate change. A report from Media Matters quantifies this for coverage of the Camp Fire that recently incinerated Paradise, California. In their wall-to-wall coverage of every aspect of the disaster—the explosive visuals, the unprecedented loss of life and property, the inconceivable human suffering—ABC, NBC and CBS spent less than four percent (4%) of their time on climate change.
Yeah, sometimes you don’t hear nothin’
Solstice Song Just Around the Corner
JUST IN TIME to celebrate the season! I’m in the midst of recording a song set, combining an original with the classic Silent Night. I hope to have it ready to release in my newsletter next week.
Can’t freak out about climate change all the time…
I CAN’T seem to shake this climate thing. Something about impending death focusing the mind? So here I go again with more cheery news. Today, Black Friday, the White House acknowledged what it can no longer deny: climate change is affecting civilization and has just begun what will soon become an irreversible apocalypse. And they released this report today. Today. Black Friday. America’s most frenzied shopping day.
And yes, I’m seeing red. If We the People are complacent enough to accept this nihilistic outrage, perhaps we deserve what’s coming? And our children yet unborn? And their children? I refuse to accept that.
Happy shopping, America!
In case you missed it (as intended) here are the stories:
MEANWHILE, some good news: my planet poster design was also picked up by 350 Pittsburgh. That makes four regional groups so far. My offer remains in effect: I will customize this poster for any group anywhere FREE!
I’m also devising a more upbeat campaign for citizen involvement and activism. It’s not enough to know we’re merrily drifting towards extinction—turns out that message rarely inspires engagement. Who knew!? Worked for me! So I’m developing a second, complementary approach (we still need to wake people up first) to pitch to my local 350 branch.
Don’t know if it will connect. Something needs to. If anyone out there has any ideas, let me know.