Best things in life are free and my current favorite T-shirt proves it.I kept hitting my head against the wall trying to put Howard Zinn and Massive Attack in one sentence. Oh, I guess I just did...
Professor Zinn's presence in and around my alma mater was too sentimental and I felt as if I had lost a mentor when the world lost him in January of this year. He was one of the main reasons why I attended BU, being introduced to him during a high school World History class. I took my first college date to his annual lecture in 2006, after which we turned the occasion into a special ritual to commemorate our anniversary.
Then there is Massive Attack who are still here, still rocking steady. Music has been my preferred medium for expression of radical ideas for a long time and last month's show was a sweet surprise. When the video installations rolled Howard Zinn's pearls of wisdom, something inside me shook so violently that at last, I was able to find outward expression of the dormant hunger for justice. All that was left to do was to act on the impulse to create, to destroy, to seek and to simply to do, act, work towards something meaningful. So I danced. I danced even more fiercely, and I hoped. I hoped that I wasn't alone in the crowd packed venue, ripping by the mad force that were the fanatic, maniacal Massive Attack fans. I hoped that they read what I was reading, that they saw what I was seeing. And that they knew what they needed to do more than I understood then or can fully comprehend now.
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