Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Synesthesia

Don't you mean Synergy? I asked, but no -- Hosea was certain that his 79-year-old father's newest CD was called "Synesthesia." Well, synergy makes more sense, I insisted, because that's like the intangible up-jump effect of people combining different energies toward a unified objective. Synergy is when something even greater than the expectation arises from those combined energies.

"Well then, 'synesthesia' must be what comes out of Synergy," Hosea said. Maybe, (I don't like to be outdone) But it sounds ike synthetic anasthesia, and who the hell would want to listen to something that would bore 'em. Big marketing faux pas.

But after listing to Hosea Taylor (Sr)'s third musical CD, I find it anything but boring. The son says his father was a big friend of the late Tenor Saxophonist Stanley Turrentine, and this is Dad's way of giving a good-bye tribute. Indeed, Mr. Taylor puts some serious wind into "Sugar" - an old Turrentine composition. Then again, every single cut on that jazzy CD rocks, and I'm not saying it just because Hosea Jr. is a longtime friend of miine.

Synesthesia, the feeling that permeates everybody when synergy has been reached. I like that, and a lot more than my own cynical surmise.

Has synergy been reached on a personal level? I don't know. I've made a few readjustments, done a little soul-searching, had a few ephiphanies and maybe even reached a few conclusions on how I plan to guide my role in this damn-near-under-control adventure called Life.

Maybe I was even successful communicating my own position to people of importance. Nobody can have everything, but maybe we can each get what we need, and without wasting precious emotional energy wondering if we're using each other. Maybe we'll just find a way to combine that wonderful synergy
without questioning whether or not we deserve the Synesthesia that comes with it.

Yeah, baby. Synesthesia. Work with me.