Monks and Mozart--No Sparks

God bless them both but this was the most chaste first date I've ever seen.

A whole symphony doing it's beyond professional/hyperwestern thing. WIth full chorus.

And a gang of monks. In saffron. Fully guttural and throatsinging and banging their version of pots and pans. Freaking all us businessmen and women.

And the monks would go. And then the symphony. And the monks. Then the symphony. While the other sat there and tried to appreciate the other's tradition. It was painful. The whole audience was crying for a dance. Some cross-polination. Some unscripted or at least some something.

My brothers and sisters--get the fuck down!!!!!!!! Get down!

MAKE IT FREEEEKKKKKEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Even if you ain't a freek. WEspecially if you ain't a freekk.

Anything .,p- everything, anythingn,,,, ll00allsorts ofthings. Anything. Everythinge.

Throw off your fucking chains. We know you professional. We know you tight! We're dying from your tightness. A scream, a hoop a jig--anything;ll dooo. Pull your dick out. Anything.

And my fair monks--have some fun. Hit a note once in a while. God made melodies too. Practice. Order has it's place. And can be beautiful. Don't be afraid of the major scale. Or bass-bumping beats. Or 4/4. It doesn't all have to be atonal. If the West ain't all right then the east ain't either. Let's learn from each other and get it on. Have beautiful babbiesses. Hum be-bop-a-lula. Anything.

Luckily the bean and the fountain were close by. And those have their own magic. You can't stop kids from playing in wading pools. If it hadn't been freexing I woulda jumped in their too.

Looking forward to the day where it's all fountains and beans. Maybe it's me, maybe it's them. Either way itll happen. Lots of love, Love, love, love. Pow!