The sweet sound of music in a fascist dystopian world

The sweet sound of music in a fascist dystopian world

A musical driven story to bring some music to your ears

By Lynda Carson - June 21, 2026

Oakland, CA - It is June 21st, the first day of summer, in 2026. Meanwhile, there’s another day of horrific news headlines unfolding and descending upon us, during a fascist dystopian moment in time.

For what it’s worth. That’s the legendary FatDog a.k.a. Fatty up above, owner of Subway Guitars in Berkeley, playing a handmade guitar of mine that I built. Music is the gift of life, and I have seen many bands through the years including Steppenwolff, the Grateful Dead, Black Sabbath, the Who, Beach Boys, Muddy Waters, Taj Mahal, Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, the Pat Metheny Group, Jean Luc Ponty, Tom Waits, The Police, Santana, and many other bands.

Despite the oppressive days and tyranny of the convicted felon President Donald J. Trump spreading extreme misery all across the land, I especially love the sound of sweet music playing in my ears, reminding me of Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart’s Club Band, and the Beatles.

That’s right. Sweet music from all across the world, soothes my emotions, and calms my fright, as I listen to Pacifica’s sweet music Dunya radio show playing on KALX radio in Berkeley, on a Saturday night.

Life seems so bizarre, and surreal at times, as life unfolds moment, to moment. It feels like we are living in a horror filled dream in George Orwell’s 1984, and I prefer to listen to a song of mine called Drifting On A Starry Night, to ease the pain of my naked soul on a lonely night, when emotionally I feel affright.

Yes. I too have been horrified lately by the spectacle at the White House of Nazi influenced bloody UFC cage fights, dripping with fascist propaganda, and visions of the old German Teutonic Knights, while the brutal attacks on the Palestinians, and their supporters are never ending.

In times like these, I like to listen to my song called Phantom Visions, as another day of tornados rip across the land, and the unprovoked U.S. war seems to go on forever in the land of Iran. Meanwhile, the rents, gas and food prices continue to eat into our lives, as the convicted felon Trump steals everything, and is spreading more of his lies.

I can’t help but wonder how many more innocent people will suffer today by an unseen hand. Blood flows on the streets, as the war driven moments are tearing our lives apart, and we never know where the next mass shootings will start, while I prefer to listen to the music of a song of mine called Windy Sky, before I fall apart.

Sorry to say, I can’t help but feel the blues at times, but it helps me out to listen to my song called Blue Thursday, on those oppressive day’s that the convicted felon President Trump is attacking our voting and civil rights again.

Regardless, I feel grateful that I am still alive on a bright moonlit evening with a happy face, as I listen to a lovely song of mine called Moonlight Grace, while another Falck ambulance arrives outside my place, to see if my neighbor is dead or alive in his space… What a world.

Peace… Let the sound of music bring some joy into your life.

Lynda Carson may be reached at newzland2 [at] gmail.com

Below is a different photo of Fatdog, a.k.a. Fatty, owner of Subway Guitars, playing a handmade guitar of mine that I built. (LC)

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