Oh boy. This election season has been a fiery roller coaster that keeps bringing out the worst in so many people. While I appreciate the dialogues it has inspired (everything from racism to rape culture) I often find myself discouraged that a diverse nation full of so many thinkers, fighters, poets, lovers, revolutionaries, artists, humanitarians, and dreamers even have to worry about an orange tire fire possibly becoming our next president. I'm disgusted that things have gotten this far and this divided. In order to cope with these choices and my constant seething, I often turn to music and art. I found it curious that the only time people seemed to stop fighting about politics was when David Bowie died, followed by Prince a few months later. During those times of mourning, I witnessed everyone come together to share music, memories, and love. It was the only time that logging in my Facebook account felt inviting and cozy. My eyes didn't twitch once. Instead they teared up as I sang familiar songs by our favorite androgynous alien Gods with all the other earthlings. None of us can agree on healthcare or foreign policy but all of us can agree that Bowie and Prince made our worlds better. I made this piece in tribute of that and to remind myself that even though everything feels like a dystopian hellhole, never underestimate the power of a song, a joke, a book, a film, or an idea. Ask questions, start bands, start revolutions, write novels, feed others, draw on everything, show up for people, pay attention, live your life, fight for the rights of others to live theirs, and never stop playing your favorite songs.
See you on Mars, lovers.