As If Your Life Depends On It

Hi, here!
shit we're always a bit late reporting about our amazing spazey adventures but hell there's time for everyone, We Are All Saved. Last monday the 6th of March saw the appearance of M-Jo as well as Lucky Fonz III as well as my mom, some friends, amnesty people and related students and some politicians, a gun, doves, a couple of mime acting creatures, a hotdog mobile kit, passengers and a dog on the Dam square in Amsterdam. We stood in front of the palace of the queen; Ro in the middle of me and Lucky Fonz III. Ro slamming his snare and some percussion and thereby accompanying our guitar strumming-wildness and the shouts from all three of us. Students were going to hitch-hike to the border of Belarus to draw attention to the fact that there is a guy leading the government in Belarus who shouldn't lead the government over there or anywhere else. Amnesty were the organisers and they asked us to come and make noise, just as they invited two politicians to come over and talk. Their talks were embedded in our playing, and people from newspapers were making notes and other people with headsets and microphones tried to get as close as they could to in someway or the other capture our muselectrifying mindbuzzing bonfire, for all our favorite muses appeared to have travelled with us to or at least decided to gather on the Dam square last monday. With their help and guidance, it was amazing what us three could do without having spoken about it before we did. We played and sang and one of the people making notes wrote the next day in dutch newspaper Het Parool that we were playing as if our life depended on it. That to me is the best thing anyone can ever write about me, or about anyone else who plays. Hug to you, Frenk der Nederlanden! It's the only thing that matters. Play, do anything in life, as if your life depends on it. And in this fashion we played for instance Iris DeMent's Old time religion and we played our own pieces, Lucky's Painter , M-Jo's ode to the universal energy Don't you ever leave me, a cop arrived on a bike saying something complicated about if we were allowed to have drums, so i sung my answer 'Warden warden warden/won't you break your lock and key' and the Lady with the Beercan (i'm writing the song) agreed i guess, she was the one who brought the whole almost frozen happening to life, shouting at virtually everybody present. As if her life depended on it. Her shouting to which we responded Don't let me down. She kept asking for us playing Help so we did, be it in a slow blues fashion. Finally, when Aboutaleb swung his gun and students were given a ride by horse, geisha, truck, bakfiets and so on, we played On the road again and the Lady with the Beercan (shhh... don't tell anyone,, it's hidden in the sleeve of her coat) sang along, shouting cool stuff, not always i could understand exactly her words, but everytime she finished her shout we agreeingly answered triplevocally 'on the road again'.

The lesson for me to learn was that for the electricity of the happening the choice of our songs didn't really matter at all, i mean instead we could have played the Mannenkoor Karrespoor-oeuvre; the thing was we did it as if our lives depended on it. And all the Amnesty people plus students stood there too as if their lives depended on it. Needless to say - if i may speak for Ro, Lucky and myself- our lives do depend on playing music!! And so, ever since monday it makes me very happy that people seem to be able to pick that up and even spread that news by legal media.

Now here's the great great pictures and the guy missing on it made them, i've been overthinking putting cynical-y comments under one of them, i decided not to. If you feel for it, you might think over this question:

What does your life depend on?

You are invited to write down your answer as comment under this writing, and perhaps we can build a bonfire right here on this page.. Wouldn't that be amazing?


GReets,

MJ