WE HAVE BEEN RESURRECTED. THE PROG ROCK ALBUM YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR IS HERE. POPE FRANCIS' "WAKE UP!" IS HERE, AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE HAS SUCCESSFULLY RESURRECTED THIS HUMBLE MUSIC BLOG.
I was laying down in my room enjoying a nice afternoon nap when suddenly a booming omnipresent voice called out to me, "EMANUEL, IT IS TIME," and it was in that moment that I knew the second coming was nigh. With a burst of heavenly light and with an explosion that surely has taken away my security deposit, Pope Francis's new prog rock album Wake Up! descended from the sky, through the hole in my ceiling, and into my unworthy hands. A new age of enlightenment had begun.
I timidly placed the ethereal disc into my CD player, it's glow seeping out of the spaces between the player's compartments. As I stared with awe, the album's opener, Annuntio Vobis Gaudium Magnum's, smooth futuristic synth straight out of a Sunday school tape woo'd me into submission. Amidst
the searing power of the track's choir part I somehow managed to summon an utterance, "Wow, it's cool that Jeff Magnum is featured on this." Then he spoke.
The Pope channeling God himself, summoning infinite wisdom and profound perception--wisdom and perception that entirely encapsulates the mysteries of the universe and mankind himself--
opened his mouth and said...something in Italian. BUT, the next track started off with an excerpt in Spanish, so my feeble
mortal mind was able to keep up. However, even my four years of Spanish in high school couldn't have prepared me for what came next.
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I sat pinned in my chair: track after track, answer after answer, the reflexive questions about I had about me and my place in the universe were answered. Then suddenly there was a deafening pause stiller than the darkest winter night. Then a break in the constant stream of realization, and I knew it had begun: the albums title track. Its beginning, prepared me for the death and rebirth I was about to experience. The ominous synth in the tracks beginning murmured, and I felt a great pain of a thousand sorrows: I was living life, as vast and complex as it is, in a solitary moment. The track slowly started to pick up with a steady and mind blowing kit, then it added a guitar riff that is
so fuckin' bangin' dude, and last but not least it has a preset on the keys that I can say with utmost certainty that it was played by the ghost of Kerry Livgren. Here I sat, and as the awe struck me the song slowly crescendoed to the pinnacle of every piece of music ever, it was as if time and the universe stopped in the most divinely poignant place, "Wake up! Wake up!"
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AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I screamed as the flesh seared from my face pooling into a crimson red slush on the floor.
It was here, at my death, where Pope Francis delivered a conjuring speech about waking up and realizing something or whatever I don't really remember but I began rising from the dead, my corpse reassembling into animation, I was being rebuilt, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
And with my body another was reborn as well,
Pope Francis, Wake Up!: 2/10,
We're back :)
Happy listening,
Emanuel (Sad Moth Manny)
