Nothing beats 2 guitars, drum and bass.
One chord is fine. Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you're into jazz.
Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.
Some even claim that I'm a terror, a dictator and they're right.
Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, that's what the Statue of Bigotry says. Your poor huddled masses, let's just club them to death, and get it over with.
Meditation doesn't have to be complicated. What I do is about as simple as you can get. You could just count the beads, one, two, three, with your eyes closed or open, whatever makes you happy.