by Travis Mateer
I’m not fighting a war in Ukraine, or saving victims of human trafficking in Los Angeles, or organizing freedom rallies in Hamilton.
I’m not waiting for the next ballot to arrive by mail, or hoping someone else is going to say what needs to be said, or do what needs to be done.
That’s a waste of time.
I started with what I was putting inside of me and changed that shit. Energy increased. Did it flow to indiscriminate anger? Hell yes. Did it ALSO flow to daily acts of creative expression? Oh yeah, baby.
The further away you get from your immediate surroundings, the easier it is for parasites to latch on and suckle.
Ya feel me? Nah, cause this is a screen. Not like a concert in downtown Missoula, in August, where the roots of our river city shines so bright.
I made a little ditty for the wise dispenser of TIF, a person who knows what it means to get out there, roll up one’s sleeves, and get to work. She’s working hard to find the expertise to tell you how amazing her projects are, so I figured the best I could do was deploy my modest skills in musical reverence.
For Ellen so does love a good show.