I feel that about myself. It’s a compliment if someone says it. There’s no real consideration of outcome. We’re not really tripping on if anyone is going to like us, if we’re going to get a lot of Twitter followers, or where it’s going to go. It’s just pure. It’s music for the sake of trying to make people feel something; make ‘em dance and make ‘em chill. Without those result-oriented leanings we have the ability to be courageous.
Friday, August 8, 2014
Your music has been called “brave” a lot. Do you consider it brave?
I feel that about myself. It’s a compliment if someone says it. There’s no real consideration of outcome. We’re not really tripping on if anyone is going to like us, if we’re going to get a lot of Twitter followers, or where it’s going to go. It’s just pure. It’s music for the sake of trying to make people feel something; make ‘em dance and make ‘em chill. Without those result-oriented leanings we have the ability to be courageous.
I feel that about myself. It’s a compliment if someone says it. There’s no real consideration of outcome. We’re not really tripping on if anyone is going to like us, if we’re going to get a lot of Twitter followers, or where it’s going to go. It’s just pure. It’s music for the sake of trying to make people feel something; make ‘em dance and make ‘em chill. Without those result-oriented leanings we have the ability to be courageous.
Friday, August 1, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Running orders
They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think "Do I know any Davids in Gaza?"
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.
Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think "Do I know any Davids in Gaza?"
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.
Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
Thursday, June 12, 2014
A certain amount of self-doubt is a good tool for correcting, understanding, listening, and progressing–though too much is paralyzing and total self-confidence produces arrogant idiots.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
The goal is ecstacy
There are stories about people walking out of early shows; now you're playing sold-out venues. Does it feel like a vindication?
MG: It feels great. I don't know about a vindication because there is no such thing. It just is what is. You make your work and you can't ask for approval when you're doing it. Otherwise, it's going to be untruthful in some way.
MG: It feels great. I don't know about a vindication because there is no such thing. It just is what is. You make your work and you can't ask for approval when you're doing it. Otherwise, it's going to be untruthful in some way.
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