“Same tape I’ve had for years…”
Music for your weekend. “We was tryin’ to protest, then the fires broke out. Look out for the secret agents, they be planted in the crowd”
New music discovery via my friend Nic Lake. The HU is a band from Mongolia that blends heavy metal and traditional Mongolian throat singing.
Exactly the soundtrack we need for this apocalypse!
Letting this fill me with joy right now. Her lovely voice. The way she engages the audience. And, especially her very talented backup signers — a beautiful married couple who radiate love. Every bit of this is golden.
This is important.
I have not really talked much about this, but I have a long term project I’ve been working on about the connection between property/land ownership and freedom in America. Many of our governmental and societal ills can be traced to the fact that, from the very start of this country until relatively recently, property ownership was a requirement for voting.
This is more than (just) about race. If you think, “Hey, I own a home, I’m good.” and you have a mortgage, then you don’t really own your home. The bank does.
A message from one of the premiere Black Buddhist scholars.
George Floyd. Say his name.