One last peek at the music video for my house track “Depth and Magic” before I finish editing it.
Shot by yours truly and dance work by @rachelkalyn
Super excited to get this out to y'all!!
#house #dance #tulsa #tylerthrasher #goldleaf #electronicmusic #rachelkalyn #musicvideo
YOUR generation was the generation where two teachers could afford to buy a 4-bedroom house in San Diego, CA and then afford the mortgage and raise 2 kids in private school (my parents did this).
YOUR generation was the generation where one parent could work in Financial Aid at the local college and the other could raise 2 kids in a 3 bedroom house (my now-retired coworker did this).
YOUR generation was the generation where you could wash dishes to put yourself through college and law school (my uncle did this).
MY generation can’t buy a home when the average cost is $440k and a combined income of two teachers is only $70k, and they have to pay 35% income to rent, let alone trying to afford children.
MY generation has both parents working, one or both working 2 jobs just to buy food, not even able to afford a family vacation every December.
MY generation is in student debt on average $33,000. And we have scholarships but they only cover 40% of the cost and when law school costs $120k for 2 years, you do the math.
So don’t tell me that it’s MY GENERATION that fucking things up. We’re only 25, we didn’t get in to the war in 2001 (we were 11 years old), we didn’t de-fund mental health institutions in 1975, we didn’t decide that grants and scholarships should be funded less and tuition should cost more, we didn’t raise the housing market 7000% (my childhood home was bought for $95k and sold for $750k 20 years later). MY GENERATION didn’t do any of that, YOUR generation did.
So don’t tell me I “just” need to “get a better job” or that I “only” have to send my kids to “a good school.” Because it doesn’t work like that anymore. And don’t blame me.
“Pour,” Ser Jorah commanded. The four young warriors of Dany’s khas arrayed themselves behind him, frowning, watching with their dark, almond - shaped eyes. “It would be a crime to drink this rich a wine without letting it breathe.” The wineseller had not put his hammer down. Jhogo reached for the whip coiled at his belt, but Dany stopped him with a light touch on the arm. “Do as Ser Jorah says,” she said. People were stopping to watch. The man gave her a quick, sullen glance. “As the princess commands.”