Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Sickened by commercial gigolos and the false promise of fame and Fortune achievable only through wearing the right deodorant? Well then, join us in saying "Goodbye (to the) Yellow Brick Road" and its promise of (social/financial) redemption.
Within the shelter of the Garden, where the dogs of society's howl is inaudible, we are exploring the more positive visual imagery in our favourite songs - so dust off your old LPs say an oh my and a boo hoo to the 9 to 5… Dance with us beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free; because, in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Why the Yellow Brick Road? Surely the road Dorothy has to follow to find the Wizard (to find a heart, some courage, a brain; as well as a way home) is a 'good' thing? This chromatically ascribed pathway, the destination of which, represents a universal panacea…..
Do you believe that bigger is better? Do you know that happiness comes only with money? Are you convinced that there is nothing higher out there to aspire to other than being a finalist in the X-Factor? Fame, status and stature all you seek?
Then stop reading, get back on that yellow brick road and off you jog to that 'emerald' city to meet the wizard. (best of luck)
But this is where we are at right now, out there, as a whole. We are experiencing a reality based on a thin veneer of lies and illusions. A world where greed is our God and wisdom is sin; where division is key and unity is fantasy. Making money in order to consume goods is not mankind's sole purpose on this planet. If you are wondering and searching for what is our purpose in the words of Bill Hicks: "I'll give you a hint….. it has to do with creating and sharing".
So if you share our 'sneaking' suspicion that there is more out there than 'the man' can deliver; read on.
Wealth and fame are not merits. Bad luck is not bad character; poverty and anonymity are neither crimes or character flaws. Stigmatise those who allow people to die and suffer, not those who struggle to live.
In the words of two (very different) troubadours:
"Don't follow leader, and watch your parking meters" - Bob Dylan
"But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece. Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash. We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair." - Lorde