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Year 11 – Playlist 22/52 – For the week of September 14th 2014

It’s been said that “good is the enemy of the best,” in fact the guy that said that first was the founder of Alcoholic’s Anonymous. I know AA get’s a bad rap these days, but can you name an anarchist self help movement that’s run without central leadership or profit that’s survived for more than 75 years that doesn’t? Sheesh. Fucking Anarchists.

Basically Anarchism began in the second half of the 19th century as one of the more potent responses to the exploitation of the work force in Europe when Mikhail Bakunin (innovator of collective anarchism, provocateur of the 1845 Czec rebellion, and escaped Russian prisoner living in exile in Japan,) Giuseppe Fanelli (who is best known for a wild tour of Spain in 1868, and successfully lead the 19th century movement to unite Italy into a single country as we know it today,) and Errico Malatesta (a general antagonist and avid writer who spent the first of his 10 years in prison for writing an “insolent and threatening” letter to King Victor Emmanuel II. These three wrote, collaborated, corresponded and absolutely encouraged the Italian workers – who worked 80 hour work weeks in factorys and owed their wages back to their employers at payday, had no health insurance, no guarantees of security, regular work, or retirement) to abandon their posts and strike in favor of collective profits, guaranteed health care, vacations, and insurance in the event of injury, death or old age.) The Italians really went for these ideas, and it practically dissolved the country in the process. From there it scattered into disputes, experimental communes, weirdos with long beards hucking big, unreadable books at each other, and finally a wealthy British guy called Penny Rimbaud started up a farm in the south west of the UK and a punk band called Crass. They were awesome. I believe Crass singlehandedly revived the concept of post Marxist anarchism, wherein a group of marginalized and oppressed working class people might get the idea to refuse to work for crappy pay, or sieze the opportunity as an office sanitation worker to disobey and cover all the toilets in the building with cling film and teach those fat cats a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget (but not without writing a beautifully stenciled slogan on the wall of the bathroom.)

No, we have to do better. We both know we do. The real trouble seems to arrive somewhere between our subconscious dependence upon others – you know, how “they” really ought to do something about whatever it is that sucks so bad – and our abject arrogance and simultanious ignorance – you know, how we think we know how everyone else should do things There’s almost not even any real hope of talking about all that. Nope. It seems like the only way around our collective solipsism is to take

Buckminster Fuller – the noted geometrist, and beloved pre-hippie thinker – deeply to heart when he said “You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”

For those of you writing in the margins here, that essentially means that we are probably never going to get anywhere by telling people that they’re stupid, or wrong. We are definitely not going to get anywhere by taxing simple and practical things like bags to carry goods home in. The only way we are going to make any headway here (once you’ve switched off your telescreen, and have taken a nice relaxing shower) is to roll up our sleeves and come up with a better idea. You know, it’s the old challenge to put your money where your mouth is, right? You can armchair it up and heckle the dubsteppers, but when was your last gig? What was the last thing you squelched out of a synthesizer that made thousands of people dance and cheer (and rush out to buy some seriously ugly tights and hair dye?) Stop moaning and groaning and do something – anything. I propose that immediate nude jumping jacks in the middle of the street would produce more positive change, and spiritual energy in the world than all of your heckling, moaning, and complaining combined. Don’t believe me? Slip out of those sweat pants and hit the street buddy… prove me wrong.

I want to change the world as much as anyone I’ve ever met. I know that starts with me. I know it ends with me. The burden of my aching love for this world, and my devotion to it is both that I be willing and fearless – that gets me out of bed in the morning to make music, write essays, take photographs, design posters, and collaborate with my peers – and that I be willing to listen and learn from everyone and anyone I can find (that’s actually the hard part for me.) It’s just not enough to make money. It’s not enough to have a relative degree of noteriety or reputation. In this world we need to do what’s right because it’s the right thing to do. The morality is ours to choose, the spirituality is ours to experience, so there’s no dogma in my house – I’m not telling you to do anything other than to locate your moral compass and listen to it (as well as suggesting nude jumping jacks of course). “To thine own self be true.” Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. But you’re never going to do it alone. Personally I need help. I need a lot of help. I’m so fucking proud to share the dancefloor, the stage, the sidewalk, and the world with so many of the wonderful people I know and love. It takes a whole lot more than a village, and these days I’m not so sure there’s enough of us left around here to muster up the love required to heal this weird and unlikely sphere spinning through the inner circle of the galaxy. But that’s not gonna stop

me from trying.

So what sinks into you? In the quiet of your own mind, who is in there? How are you? Do you hate your job? Are you in love with the babysitter? Do you even like yoga? Whatever is in there, I am begging you to let it out. Love, hope, joy, lust, anger, fear, anxiety, whatever the contents of the true and authentic you turns out to be – embrace it. Then, depending on what you find in there, it might be a really good idea to get some help. There’s no shame in needing, asking for, or receiving help. I’m telling you, all of the most courageous, beautiful people I know in this world – and as I said before there are a lot of them – have doctors, therapists, mentors, teachers, and friends. You aren’t alone. There’s no reason to feel that you are for one more second.

Awh crap I’ve loved this talk. I feel so close to you right now. I hope I’ve offered you a little more than a laugh, moved more than your eyebrows, and perhaps encouraged a trip or two to the dictionary. I know you’re brilliant, I’m not concerened with your intelligence – rather – I’m really worried about your heart. I hope I don’t sound like the last urban anarchist on earth here, out yelling at cars again. I hope I sound like the voice of a dear and trusted friend, calling you home, back to the pavement, back to earth. We all deserve time off, hard work, fair pay, a place to live, something to eat, and all the love we can find. Let that sink into you. Reach for it. You deserve it.

Thank you for listening. See you next week.

Here is the track listing for Sunday Soul: I SINK INSIDE OF YOU AS THE SUN SETS SLOWLY FOREVER

1. Fit Tucker – LeSale
2. Electric Tea Garden – Codebase
3. Oceans – Öona Dahl & Jonny Cruz
4. Lip Reading – Larry Heard Midnight Remix – Soul of Hex
5. Leavin’ Me – David August Remix – DJ T.
6. Tell Me Baby – Kain & Aber
7. Feel Free – Jump ‘Chico’ Slamm
8. Gave You My Soul – Monitor 66
9. HURT – ENNIO & Davidé
10. 360 – Camelphat
11. Flash The Future – Zac Love
12. Harmony Baby – Danito & Athina
13. Sunday Soul – Program ID
14. I Find Myself – Sean Roman
15. Sunday Soul – Program ID

Year 11 – Playlist 22|52
14 September 2014
Total Running Time: 01 Hour 30 Minutes

Buy this music if you love it. Buy it on vinyl. Play it loud. I am curating something personal for the people I love who take the time to listen. If you have feelings and would like to be stricken from the record here, please let me know and I’d be glad to never play your music here again. I’ve been mad about love before, and I totally understand.

May the stars above you shimmer and shine, guiding your heart always, all of the time. May they guide you sweetly, all the way home. And may all your sundays have soul.