And he can see no reasons
Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?
“I was doing a radio interview in Atlanta with Johnnie Fingers and there was a telex machine beside me. I read it as it came out. Not liking Mondays as a reason for doing somebody in is a bit strange. I was thinking about it on the way back to the hotel and I just said ‘silicon chip inside her head had switched to overload’. I wrote that down. And the journalists interviewing her said, ‘Tell me why?’ It was such a senseless act. It was the perfect senseless act and this was the perfect senseless reason for doing it. So perhaps I wrote the perfect senseless song to illustrate it.”
Bob Geldof, then of the Boomtown Rats, discussing his song, “I Don’t like Mondays” about the 1979 Cleveland Elementary School shooting in San Diego which he co-wrote with fellow ‘Rat’ Johnnie Fingers. The three lines above the last paragraph are from the song’s chorus.
Geldof. He did an amazing thing with Band-Aid and then his ego got the better of him. Yet despite the subject matter, I’ve always regarded “I Don’t like Mondays” as one of the most profound songs of my generation.
And who hasn’t got an opinion on school shootings? Random, senseless. Drug induced. An inevitable consequence of gun culture. Routine violence in video games, television and films. Genetics. Bad parenting. The wrong crowd. Metal detectors. Iris scanning. Undiagnosed and untreated disorders. Diet. Copycats. Declining morality. No respect for authority.
Senseless, hopeless, desperate.
Here we stand in 2019 at a time of despair or opportunity. There have been quite a few more shootings in the last 40 years have there not? If asked almost everyone could pick out at least one of the above “reasons” and backup their choice with an explanation based on their unique perspective. What is this the way forward?
“They should do something about it” goes the clarion call after most such incidents. “Leaders” jockey for position to parrot the best sound bite their spin doctors can come up with. The words appalling, tragic, atrocious usually arrive right on cue.
As I write this I feel an almost overwhelming urge to offer an explanation myself. In my case it will have something to do with compassion, love and the Divine on one hand and blaming the media, opioid drug pushers and the world going to hell in a hand cart on the other. But for once I’m going to pass on it. Take your pick, and there are probably even more reasons than the ones I have given.
Thank God we all have deep within us a drive, a compelling urge, to find meaning.
We live in an age where so much which is seemingly senseless is happening which to the silicon chipped eye has no explanation.
The day we give up the search for meaning is the day none of us will like Mondays. Or the rest of the week for that matter.
The next post will be far more upbeat. I promise.
Taking life lightly as always, Jack Stewart, September 7th 2019.
A recent audio ‘diet’ of mine is the late spiritual teacher and mystic Dr David Hawkins. He has no time for bloggers. He asks if anyone cares or is interested in what they write. He has a point perhaps. But it helps me. And I’ve just realised. In 1979 I met Anne.
P.S. I have just discovered that the day of my birth was a…Monday.