Road Dog Music

The Dog heard an old song this morning. "Conquistador" by the British group Procol Harum. Did you know that group's name came from a cat? The Dog was troubled that such fine music would be tied to a feline, but upon research he found that that was one dog looking cat, so we'll let it slide. You probably thought it had some deep rooted meaning related to protocols in harems or something, didn't you?
Take a few minutes and go find that song on some machine you have and crank it up. That song is good Road Dog music, bluesy, rambunctious, grabs-you-by-the-chest-and-gets-you-going kind of music... and it carries a wonderfully scripted, thought provoking message... but for the fact there's no way anyone can understand all the words. There is no way that you can understand those words, even the chorus: "And though I hoped for something to find, I could see no maze to unwind."
Another Road Dog trait. Rare is the individual who can figure out Road Dogs. Usually they're off and gone down the trail by the time you figure out the maze to unwind. (Pause here... think about that one... )
Let's add a music theme, here's the CHORUS for this epistle:
"The Dog Brain then drifted off into the world of "communication" thought, and how things get screwed up when humans try and communicate. Fascinating to think that we may have communicated better before we could talk...at least then people were tryiing to figure out what you were trying to say." (END OF CHORUS)
How many times have you been in a conversation with your mates (personal or work), your local barkeep or barrista, or any such personna and at some point, you realize you're not saying what's on your mind, s/he's not saying what's on their mind, and at the end you wander off thinking, "WTF? I should have said this." The best part is that the other person is probably saying the same thing. Don't feel too bad, we all do it.
REPEAT CHORUS...
Why is that? Simply put, we're afraid. Most human types are wimps who under/overthink their impact on other people. We don't want to fight, so we lie or hide the truth or we only tell part of the story. Go ahead admit it, this Dog won't bite you. Why do we do that? Why do we care? Why do we want to change?
REPEAT CHORUS...
Maybe because like the Conquistador, we're afraid people will see our armour plated breast has long since lost its sheen? Maybe we're human and that worries us more than anything else? Not sure we'll ever overcome that, I'm afraid. So, carry the day with love in your heart. The rest will take care of itself. Just try and figure out what the other side is saying....it's hard to face yourself and that's what get's you in the end, doesn't it?
REPEAT CHORUS

Final note... The Stones came on after Procol Harum with "Start Me Up". Another Road Dog song.... love the closing lyrics. And Mick's a Road Dog too... pedigree from the London School of Economics. Didn't know that either, did you?