Oldface

  It's subzero, violent blizzard conditions here, and i've just seen a desolate homeless man, freezing on the streets. Life may not be perfect but chances are you are doing better than most. Merry Christmas all. MB

  When you listen to these snake skin oil men, these pillars and powers that be; spinning their wondrous forked-tongue words of deceptive adoration for Mandela in the coming days and weeks; remember that Apartheid didn't end because these mighty powers of the establishment magnanimously decreed it; no apartheid ended because everyday working people, got off their knees and demanded it and the price was paid for in broken bones and bodies, and blood that ran in the streets. Freedom is never free. MB

  Marching to London as a first year under grad with nothing but my friends ( Mark Emery ) and a dream that the world could be a better place. Hyde park: Sade and the special AKA, spinning beats from the stage, blasting the intangible through minds, up into the atmosphere, turning vision into dream. Urgent , insistent, uncompromising; youth unflinching and steadfast in the certainty of the strength of the demand. Raspy horns gathering up the momentum, reiterating the beat like some razor-ed sonic edge. louder, higher, louder, kicking outwards through the wide body of the space. Base and melodies rasping against Undulating bodies, sound rising to fever pitch.. ground stomping; based out and boundaried by ten thousand dancing feet, stampeding through the earth, a battering ram of a heart beat; knocking out all opposition. Ten thousand moving as one body, one mind, one voice. louder, louder, clearer, repeating over and over and over again : " Free nelson Mandela" MB RIP Mad...