Strange that indie would be the musical genre that leads the vanguard of the sell-out crowd, plastering their airy songs all over various consumer commodities, even as this Whole Great World begins to doubt the crap they’ve sold us.
Musicians are rarely messiahs; art is the ornament of the master classes, and the artists well-paid house-slaves enamored of wealth and the love of beautiful women.
And ye shall hallow the fiftieth year, and proclaim liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof: it shall be a jubilee unto you; and ye shall return every man unto his possession, and ye shall return every man unto his family. A jubilee shall that fiftieth year be unto you: ye shall not sow, neither reap that which groweth of itself in it, nor gather the grapes in it of thy vine undressed. For it is the jubilee; it shall be holy unto you: ye shall eat the increase thereof out of the field.
Leviticus, Ch. 25
The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of paraheliotropic trees 