Recently I’m imagining the cultural exchanges of ancient music. How, by studying them, can we grow solidarity between fabricated borders? How do we respect the identities of national populations and their cultures, while exploring it’s place in a wider sea of exchange?
How can we hold onto the past and our ancient knowledge, without perpetuating their systems of oppression?
I’m imagining a folk revial through industrial sound. Can we find imagine a folk music before feudalism, before our tongues were tied and imaginations dimmed?
Perhaps the answer is fantasy, to an imagined past , for construcive futures. I aim to plant the aesthetics of oats into hardcore queer musics.