Be the best in sport...
Be the best in the classroom...
Be the best in what-have-you...
And keep the prices down (if you grow some hairs on your b***s and fight the Cartels...)
Or, when we were kids, "my dad can beat the s**t out of your dad".
It has become a cutthroat industry. Succeed! Win at any cost!
Whatever happened to the noble and humane "live and let live"?
Stick a needle in, swallow a substantial amount of pills and then go ahead and win the race. Here, take
some more drugs and go on, parade your trophy on TV...
If competition's good for you, is it bad if I wish to wake up, do my job and go about my day?
I'd certainly give up top honours (which I do not have anyway) for a couple of drops of enjoyment and
enlightenment...
Who is the strongest
Who is the best
Who holds the aces
The East or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
"The Tide Is Turning" (ROGER WATERS)
Someone tried to sucker me into a conversation re "who is the best vocalist ever, in rock music" the other day. I avoided of course...
There are NO "bests". There are NO "winners". Success cannot be measured by the headlines one creates but by the satisfaction of his/hers creative "libido" (need).
There are no "bests". It is, maybe, experience you carry along that develops your taste. So, opinions differ and believe me competition has nothing to do with it.
So, being true to my accumulated experience, I'd say : "f**k me if I've ever heard anything like the voice of Peter Hammill". It still intrigues me how he explores this most expressive of "instruments".
Jeff Buckley embarked on a similar exploration with undoubted potential before his life was cut short.
Peter Hammill! I'll enjoy this while you parade your trophies...
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