Music and Politics: A Summer of Dissonance
For me, it was a summer of music and heat and politics. Of gripping sweaty hands and sharing pouches of dried tobacco among strangers. Drenched in a honey light, we smoked and spoke passionately. A kinship existed here amongst familiar strangers, a crowded communion on sun bleached fields. The artists performing before us echoed our outrage as we created and occupied space. A space in which demanding the liberation of an occupied nation and people was neither peripheral nor radical, but dominant...