Fuck. Yes.

Is now the time for mincing words? Is now the time for simple civil discourse? We're writing our hit parade. What's it going to sound like?

This AM, husband and I listened to "I'll Be Seeing You".

We listened to Rosemary Clooney's version first:

Rosemary Clooney - "I'll Be Seeing You"

And then to Martha Wainwright's version:

Martha Wainwright - "I'll Be Seeing You"

He told me about the song's relatedness to WWII (confirmed here: "Not only is this a famous track in music history, but on a cultural scale as well. This tune was an emotional victory during the time of the second World War when loved ones were sent away into combat.").

So I thought about the music that musicians make, and the poems that poets write, and the paintings that painters paint, and the writing that writers write - all in response to war. How, when they do their jobs, they're acknowledging, confronting, documenting, and showing and reflecting back to us what's happening. Making sure we don't look away when we most desperately want to, but aren't supposed to.

I wondered to myself, "What kind of music is going to come out of this war?"

Tom Waits and Massive Attack have answered that question.

And it is entirely the correct answer.

Now who the hell are these federal pricks? Hiding in the senate like a bloated ass tick Air conditioned fuckstick loafers Sittin' in a room full of army posters

A coal to a diamond, a vote into law They campaign up all the blood they can draw Mold your world, a soldier's just clay How much does every soldier weigh? Cut you at the ankles and they throw that away

Boots on the ground

Fuck. Yes.