Jeez, Andrea, am I early to the party ..or is everybody else late? Oh, I get it, ..your challenge was rhetorical ..and ONLY messybear was ridin the short bus to slowsville. Surely it isn’t that the dbisers just don’t give a shit. …Nah, ..not this eclectic assembly.

Wait a minute. I know what it is. The tallies are in and I’m the only one shocked into denial and the comfort of diversion. Everybody else is still staring agape at the network channels---one or two giggling priggishly ... while the others ...turn to prayer or smudge or 2-12 ounces of booze or gently hugging their children while they sleep innocently unaware that their country is a prison camp stunned into melancholy by rubes. ...

So be it. I can’t ask my countrypersons to get their collective heads out of their asses, ..so I’m gona play Andrea’s DBTV Scoring Cue Challenge.

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~~a challenge to you all, watch the scene and post what the music is saying to you as the action continues~~

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I’m hearing the..hint of an ode to River’s Gonna Rise and faint sweeps of Gaelic strings; in my mind’s eye I saw three naked dakinis diminishing the worst of preta thought in pip-droplets from a topless waterfalls . . . while the white noise sounds of cool-bluesy muddy waters enunciate my middle-aged irritability with a clarity far more well-expressed than I could ever actually be..verbally. The semi-complex melody was equally a soliloquy to the augmented triad hum of a murmur ..and a primordial mirror to the irreproachable frustrated souls of current Ugandan genocide victims. …I found myself simultaneously drawn to & repulsed by it.

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Oh…. wait …wait …………………….wait, …shhhhh ……. . . . no, ..it’s saying:

“Listen to the screams!”

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(What I really dug most were the warm acoustic arpeggios under the “walk..away” scene just before the bus ride home. Ni-ice)