I am feeling a bit oppressed by the state. The Ministry of Truth tells me the Ministry of Plenty will ensure I have as much little as I have earned need. The looters and moochers are running things and I find myself asking "Who is John Galt?" So I needed an antidote to antipathy. And this morning that came in the form of some amplified anarchy. I got some amazing audio accessories for an after holidays indulgence, and they got a full work out this AM. This is the rig, plus a gratuitous inclusion of the guitar my SO got me for my birthday. If you are an audiophile check out the NHT Xd speakers, amp & DSP rig that was moving the man cave off its foundation this morning.
Since I wanted to use the amazing clarity and soundstage of the system, while simultaneously raging against the machine I chose the greatest power trio ever, Rush. This served to vent my frustration and indulge my need to hear Neal Peart perfectly pound out some profound percussion and poetry. I give you "2112 Overture- The Temples of Syrinx"
We've taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It's one for all, all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why...
Look around this world we made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the brotherhood of man
Oh what a wide contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the red star proudly high in hand
Rush has quite a few more in this vein, like Red Barchetta, Subdivisions, Working Man etc. But now I ask you what music do you hear when you storm the Bastille? Signs by Five Man Acoustical Band, Freedom by RATM, Ball and Chain by Social D? Fill the comments with your revolutionary soundtrack.
UPDATE: As more Rush flows through the ether, who could forget the answer to more and less equal arboreal activists in Trees
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
'The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw