100 dead on a concert floor in Paris, we're sad
I generally keep Politics off the set. I mean it's in your music anyway, so what else do you have to say.
But we're reactors to events. We express it in the work we do, reflecting whats around us. As Harry Manx says, 'your tears reflect the world you make'.
History staggers forward taking both tragedy and triumph in its stride.
Our illustrated world of multimedia and 24 hour newscycles sour our mind with the constancy of slaughter.
Some we dont know about, some we value more than others, each no less a tragedy for our localised measure.
Today, in a newscycle that has made me weary, I am sadder again.
Like destroying ancient statues. Like any act of unreasonability, by any member of the human species, no matter their reasoning.
100 people gathered together to hear music, to be connected together in a time when we're superficially in one anothers lives through the power of a Like Button.
As a great Australian philosopher once told me, summing up the breadth of the human experience.
Bugger.
Our deepest respect and love extends to the Eagles of Death Metal, to the people of Paris and France, and to all those, in whatever manner, who have come to tragedy today.
Not the first time I've posted this on the site.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
Bugger.
