You're driving in a car with a couple of friends. You are in the passenger seat. The radio is being kept at a reasonable volume to fascilitate talking. A song comes on. Now is your chance. Turn up the volume. Reach your grubby little hands over and give it a flick to the right. Establish your authority. This little gesture shows one, two, or maybe up to three of the following:
1. You like this song.
2. You think others should be made aware of its prescence on the radio.
3. You think others haven't heard this song before...and they must.

The important thing to remember about this is the speed in which the maneuver is accomplished. The closer in proximity you can get to the actual start of the song the better to show your friends the speed in which you are able to both a) recognize the song and b) ascertain whether or not it is worthy of the volume adjustment. Lord it over them. You are the Marie Antoinette giving them musical cake to their usual stale bread and water.

We are in a revolution. We are in a revolution, and we have lost our goal. We have forsaken the original mission. While we were hailing an assault upon the money-makers and the people-pleasers, someone snuck up behind us and filled our shoes with themselves.

The revolution can and will be televised. The revolution has to be televised. It is in its very nature to be televised. The revolution is synonymous with television, radio, and all other forms of media. The revolution is these things and we are missing our chance.

Woody Guthrie was the musician of the people. Bob Dylan was the musician of the people. How about we who try to follow in their footsteps and speak to the people, be that in music, words, image, or thought? Are we preaching to the people or pleasing our ego?

John Mayer is the musician of the people.
Dave Matthews is the musician of the people.

Are the people getting dumber? Or are we failing to speak to them?

If I had more to say would more people listen to me? What if I had less to say but said it louder?