Edito de Warm Belly High Powerif they be Treating you wrong Rise up Rise up LAL is a certain kind of being, a being which demands honesty above all else: truth, both in the realm of huge geopolitical happenings and in the realm of the tiny day to day, person to person. LAL is feeling and feeling too much. It is an urgency; everything is slipping between our fingers, we are shocked and imagine it can't get any worse but, inevitably, it does. We are being hunted, our energy robbed, our imagination caged, choked, chopped and fished to extinction. I swim the ocean shallow Too scared to go deep Afraid of what I may meet Afraid of my own heartbeat The ambiguity in the music is an ambiguity about strategy: people seem to expect so much but demand so little. Who is to blame? The usual suspects, for sure: corporate capital, media, government, and military enslaving frightened populations. Is it our fault our imaginations offer us so little help when they are as colonized as everything else? LAL is about examining slippages; a music of slipping, of falling, of sudden intakes of breath. The slippery oscillation between a righteous anger and a debilitating self-hatred. For a moment I was lost. Why am I drifting away? LAL is always reminding us of delicateness, the delicateness of human tissue, the delicateness of the biosphere, the delicateness of our minds. But delicate doesn't mean weak. LAL knows there are no easy solutions, that to talk of revolution, may be to talk of generations, of patience. There's no optimism in LAL, instead there's certainty. We will win. There's no doubt we will win. You place the world on your shoulders and fight the good fight. Justice makes your heart pound And your fist shall always rise Fist shall always rise The day is grey. I'm in Toronto. It's October 24th 2003 and I'm sitting in my apartment at College and Lansdowne, staring at the intersection. I can feel winter ready to pounce. I remember when Nick and Rose had the apartment at the corner of Lansdowne and Bloor, I remember when they were at Dewson and Ossington, when they had that tiny place on Vermont near Bathurst, that place at Sherbourne and Gerrard and now Queen and Broadview. We are nomads in the city; knowing sustenance is pulled from the earth, from the places we inhabit as much as from the people who surround us. We need each other like we need the ground we walk on. LAL is an intersection between idea, place, and people, where we stand for a moment and discuss the kind of world we will create. The conversation eventually gives way to dance which, in turn, gives way to conversation which, again, makes room for dance. We will win. There's no doubt. Sleeping, are the warriors We're here to wake you up Wake you up Wake you up Writen by Darren O'Donnel Lire la suite