House shows and cops
11/22/2009 § 4 Comments
I wrote this tonight after the show at Britty’s house was busted by the cops. It is also in response to the dozen or so shows we’ve played or that I’ve been to that have been shut down for one reason or another, and how frustrating that can be.
There is nowhere left for us to go. We will always be running.
They don’t see it the same way we do. They will never understand.
There is something so pure about a group of people gathered in someone’s basement, with common ideals and uncommon backgrounds; passionate people, who pursue what they love and do away with the rest.
We are always being stifled. We are always being put down.
Why is this environment not able to survive? To experience longevity? The law is not on our side. Once they find us, they will do everything in their power to stop us; to make sure that it never happens again.
They cannot bind us. They will never hold us down.
But as soon as one beloved space dies, another is born. And we fight to keep it alive, to make it our home, hoping that maybe this time it will last. But something this fragile and this precious never lasts long.
We have hope. We are a flame that cannot be put out.
So we will run from house to house, because what we have can never be taken away from us. And no force in this world will keep our mouths from screaming against the pain and the injustice that we live in.
Do not stop. Do not give in.
Open your hands. Open your doors.
We will win.