(C) Daily Kos This story was originally published by Daily Kos and is unaltered. . . . . . . . . . . Arriving Row by Row [1] ['Chitown Kev', 'A Pagan In Arizona', 'Sabrina Haake'] Date: 2026-07-05 Some time ago, history lets us know Before fear was lurking everywhere Speaking with tempo helped the youth grow Listen, you might hear the musical saga in whisper mode When the distractions are low and the light is gone The tale is hypnotically bestowed During this fearless, prosperous era Trust was high and tunes plentiful Everywhere people and animals danced on planet Terra Then The Mundane, a new band, declared their song superior And demanded all other music be silenced All other thinking, doing, and music was inferior This, of course, did not sit well with most Variety, experimentation, and sensuality Was wanted from coast to coast No one truly knows why it went sour Most will tell you every season ends For every ideal and springtime flower Then The Mundane, however, were the loudest No one could compete with their lousy hymns Even though popular opinion labeled them the foulest Instead of being forced to listen to that trash Life found other things to do Leaving The Mundane had with nothing to do with their cash The rhythm was not done, gone, or lost Music cannot truly ever die As long as human lungs still have exhaust Hearing the rumors of the not long ago past And confusion over where the tempo went A new generation of vagabonds amassed For no matter how hard anyone will try History is history And the past refuses to be erased by any lie With no songs to tell of long ago Today more hear whispers And many are arriving row by row The crowds come with ancient and renewed vigor Newly open, and curious minds To listen… To listen for a new flicker It’s time. The stage goes silent All eyes and ears turned to glimpse A novel song, boldly defiant Bigfoot played the banjo We sat and watched in the seasonal alpine glow Where did they come from How did they learn to play What were they to become? Bigfoot played the banjo Forever’s most brazen show Quickly our appreciation began to grow Bigfoot isn’t like us Stop the banjo, stop. There’s no time to discuss As Bigfoot continued The songs musically and mystically Altered everything we viewed End, ban, stop this music monster We don’t know what his lyrics mean Don’t trust those on his band’s roster Bigfoot played the banjo And our appreciation began to grow A shock to everyone Who watched near and far The Mother, The Father, The Grandson Bigfoot, the music, is too loud “Stop the banjo player It’s new and confusing, it can’t be allowed” Bigfoot played the banjo Forevers most brazen show Everything brand new, a field covered in fresh snow It can’t be allowed Not now or ever Bigfoot is too loud Where did they come from What do they want Normalcy they shun What will happen to the youth? If they hear Bigfoots banjo? It’ll corrupt our truth! Bigfoot played loud music And we all listened It was satisfying and blissfully therapeutic Then The rich-Mundane Selfish, jealous and Starving for fame Made sure Bigfoot was canceled The art that inspired our lives Just as quickly dismantled Bigfoot played the banjo Forever’s most brazen show Our appreciation began to grow Where did they come from How did they learn to play What were they to become Bigfoot is no more Yet, here we are still listening For songs to help our inner war Bigfoot, now, a whisper and mystery Gone for decades, Poetry. Lost history Yesterday, I heard whispers Of new music Seeking young thirsty listeners Everyone is sick of Then The Rich-Mundane They’re only good for a toddler’s brain Yet, we have returned to the Alpine glow Where rumors are wide and many Do I hear a banjo..? [END] --- [1] Url: https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2026/7/5/800065576/community/arriving-row-by-row/ Published and (C) by Daily Kos Content appears here under this condition or license: Site content may be used for any purpose without permission unless otherwise specified. via Magical.Fish Gopher News Feeds: gopher://magical.fish/1/feeds/news/dailykos/