These days, you only need to turn on a TV or radio to find out how out of touch you are with the rest of society. If you find that you can relate to most of the situations or characters on TV, or if many of the songs on mainstream radio move you in some way, congratulations. It’s highly probable that you’re another brick in the wall of society. If, on the other hand, you relate to TV and radio presentations as well as you relate to sowing poppy seeds on the moon, then welcome to my world.

One show has a middle-aged guy living with his wife and two kids in the same neighborhood as his parents and brother. His wife and mother don’t get along, his brother is jealous of the protagonist’s attention from his mother, and his father is a crotchety old man who speaks his mind. A typical evening together consists of the whole family watching TV.

Another show consists of a middle-aged guy living with his wife and two kids (sound familiar?), with an annoying sister-in-law who visits constantly. His idea of a perfect evening is drinking beer while watching the game on his big screen, then having sex with his wife.

So much for TV.

Has anybody seen a famous music figure these days who is anything but gorgeous? It really doesn’t matter these days how good your music is, just that you look good. The motto today is, “If you’re pretty enough, you’ll have a hit record.”

And, much to the chagrin of anybody with a thread of intellect, rap is the most popular form of “music” in this country these days. It’s really not so bad, if you like a black guy (or a white guy who wishes he was black) aggressively speaking (not singing) obscenities over a drum machine and a programmed synthesizer. Much of the subject matter deals with racist issues, sexual issues, or violence. Yes, there are exceptions, but, from what I’ve heard, not many.

Then you’ve got country music. Bars, cheating, pickup trucks, dogs. Need I say more?

What they call adult contemporary music can only have an audience of women, sappy men, and gays. “I can’t live without your love,” “Come back to me, baby,” “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved.” I think I’m gonna puke.

So, where does a guy like me fit in? I’m not married, nor will I ever be again. No kids. No family close by. I don’t watch television. Don’t drink. I’m not pretty. I prefer real music, with a real melody line, and a subject other than codependence or some other weakness.

Does nobody need to be challenged anymore? Are we content being spoon fed whatever regurgitated leftovers TV and radio offer? Am I the only Lunar farmer here?

I now retreat to perform some Enochian chants. If anyone would care to join me, let me know.