Of Mine Worker & Mine Owners

You get up, do what you’re supposed to do, organise yourself & yourstuff. You get sleep, food or shelter, make love, music, work-out, clean up your bullshit & some other person’s dog shit. You check your social life by browsing & scrolling your humble fingers up & down, sometimes even to distribute your own pro-ductions into vague mixes of virtual & real insanity. Life of a small town boy 2014 years after the life of brian took a new direction.

Meanwhile cities are literarily burning all over the round ball mostly made out of water & all sorts of carbon. People build themselves shields & sticks out of wood, gather stones to pro-test, to pro-tect themselves from rounds of beatings, humiliations & sniped gun shots. They don’t do it because they need some more life action role play in their life. Or because they demand light-wave cables for the towers & pro-jects where a majority lives in. It’s a cry, a scream, a symbol for that we are all human & have at least some sense for dignity & appreciation.

The images remind me of mine workers ascending from their groves where they’ve been digging for culturally more valued & more sophisticated carbons in order to provide for their families & or the mine (share-)holders & the re-inforcement of the dominant power (which is creation of value – Wertschöpfung vs. Werschätzung) or to re-build cities or empires in the first place.

Re-turning to the beginning, to what I’m supposed to do. Which is organising & operating a dance event. A celebration of life for all of those who can forget about the above – or at least for some time being. I know it’s hard, I feel kind of like a crook myself, using my reader’s empathy in the first to promote a party in the second place. But then again, I don’t know what else I can do than sharing love & promoting people who care about the people & the things they do. Like music. Like Jus-Ed. I’ve met him around 7am this morning & we talked about the whole ball game, from russia over third world countries like the US or Venezuela to our own human trafficking, the music business. We agreed that quality, respect & the knowledge of the past help to make a positive impact on our surrounding & in this case tonight’s party at ladybar. It’s worth paying, it’s worth listening & I don’t have to tell you it’s worth dancing all the way along & spread the word for all the birds around.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvY6VzelKiA