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HEERO – Out of Touch

What’s the difference between music that stands the test of time and some of the microwave stuff that comes and goes these days? I just read a pundit say great art is akin to capturing lightning in a bottle.  That’s a powerful statement and to me it means that great art is a perspicuous medium for explaining depth. It’s why you can look at a painting and feel like there’s a richness of meaning to it without knowing what the artist was feeling or trying to really portray.

What’s interesting is that a moment can be inspired by years of good or bad events that build up and get expressed in that work of art. I’ve been listening to this HEERO record all morning trying to understand why it’s sole but loaded lyric makes me think of so much and that’s why…

When did we get so out of touch?”

That’s not a question you ask someone on the first date, that implies history. Whether it’s not seeing eye to eye with a lover, losing track of yourself or not connecting with your peers, the thrill is gone and for whatever reason what you had is over. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying the disconnect is bad, often you have to part with something to get to what’s next. I don’t know about you but I’m in constant change 24/7, if I saw an old friend today and he said you haven’t changed a bit I would be insulted…

Ni$%@s look at you strange they say you changed, like you worked that hard to stay the same…” – Jay-Z

The youthful mind is always curious, always looking for something to explore, for that new experience and thus is always in touch with whats happening. The older we get, the more we know, the more we’ve been through and for some people that translates into knowing everything. But the second you start thinking like that, the moment you try to control everything is exactly when you lose touch. Our minds are limitless, and defense mechanisms of that nature are nothing less that basic and lazy.

HEERO’s Out of Touch is a powerful cry against this feeling. The lyrics serve as a mournful admittance of the problem while the beat is a thunderous protest against it. I think of the times in my life when I’ve been out of touch and the thought itself is lightning in a bottle, I love it when music captures that.

When did we get so out of touch?

If you’re not careful that’s a question you could spend your whole life answering. Can’t play this loud enough, enjoy.