Music is a force.
By Asi Gal
How many times have you listened to a good song and thought to yourself: “man, that thing I always wanted/needed to do? Now is the time. Why haven’t I done this before?” Well, now is one of those times for me.
You see, the blog is dying. No comments, hardly any writing and so far no big riots have started due to one of our entries. Rumors have it that Ariel Sharon’s stroke was the consequence of Ari’s posting about Taybeh beer but there are disputes on the reliability of the source of that rumor (the source being Ari, of course. And me. And the rumor had failed to spread beyond the circle of the two of us. And Zev. The two of us and Zev. Wasn’t that a band in the sixties, “The Two of Us and Zev” ? Yeah, I think they had an album titled “Shut Your Yap You Sexy Monkey.” But, I digress.)
So it’s time to take action. We posted an old FreshJewce article (www.freshjewce.com, look for it on a future website near you) just so you can see that we have plans for our satire. And that we make an effort. But where are you guys? Where’s the flag burning? Where’s the love making instead of the war making, which is much less pleasant? Or at least where’re your crazy blogs? Or if you have no writing skills, send us money so we can enlarge our circle of hate. And we need to buy some cookies.
So I’m thinking music. If only we could put huge speakers pumping out the Bee Gees or the Rocky theme (or the good vibe, homosexual stylings of The Two of Us and Zev) in the streets, then things would get going. It will be like a heroin rush – with cookies.
Just imagine it: you’re walking down the street thinking about the money you need to make ends meet when suddenly you hear Walter Murphy’s “Flight 76.” You automatically think, “Hey, why do I have to work hard and not get paid enough? It’s time I stepped up to those fat cats up in the Knesset (or Congress if you still live in cap loving America) and change some things around.” Then the tune would changes to “Eye of the Tiger,” then there would be a group of people behind you, cheering you on. You all start walking, quickly and then get into cars. Then, there’s a line of cars from wherever up to Jerusalem (or any other capital in the country you’re in). You get there, you rally and Mike Jackson is in the background shouting “Annie are you OK?!” and you shout back, ”no, we are not OK!” The fat cats come out, the ball gets rolling and world peace is eventually achieved. And you can finally afford that expensive grain bread.
The same can work with just asking a girl out.
So there, if you’re not into Michael then ensemble your own tunes. Do it any way you want. But do send us money!
If music got me to writing this, it can no doubt change whatever country you’re in.