I Love You.. Every Single Soul who stood Outside the Square to Be Counted.
Beautiful. It's where I met Michael G. and got Hug. Soul touching Hug. I Will never forget. Michael asked me if I wanted to come on camera resounding.Yes I spoke up My Body My Choice.
Michael I had no idea that Markeyan waa invited by you to play. It was indeed a seismic miraculous moment, the violinist and his violin being so instrumental in portraying our broken hearts. And so instrumental in unifying us as comrades in arms. I was one of the mesmerised crowd. One of the lucky ones. Part of the new rich rich culture created in opposition to the lockdowns. A time when culture as we knew it, showed itself to belong to the unthinking and sold out strange world, it’s members now embraced. When friends we thought of as idealists and artists with souls, lost their lustre and showed their dull colours of compliance with dictatorial law and order of the day. A lot of sad awakenings. Where is Markeyan now? Markeyan himself was a symbol of the true musicians heartbreak. Thanks so much Michael for all of your wonderful work.
lets not forget what was done to those who were able to think critically about what was being put on us - the virus was fear, hate and division - your right.....
thank you for reposting. A powerful memory. The fight continues.
I can not watch and listen without the emotions flooding my body the tear blind me, this day is etched for every in my mind.
So beautiful
Great stuff. Very nicely written.
Remember this well ..amazing
I Love You.. Every Single Soul who stood Outside the Square to Be Counted.
Beautiful. It's where I met Michael G. and got Hug. Soul touching Hug. I Will never forget. Michael asked me if I wanted to come on camera resounding.Yes I spoke up My Body My Choice.
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The violin still works
Very vital speech Michael.
My face is now puddled with my tears.
Michael I had no idea that Markeyan waa invited by you to play. It was indeed a seismic miraculous moment, the violinist and his violin being so instrumental in portraying our broken hearts. And so instrumental in unifying us as comrades in arms. I was one of the mesmerised crowd. One of the lucky ones. Part of the new rich rich culture created in opposition to the lockdowns. A time when culture as we knew it, showed itself to belong to the unthinking and sold out strange world, it’s members now embraced. When friends we thought of as idealists and artists with souls, lost their lustre and showed their dull colours of compliance with dictatorial law and order of the day. A lot of sad awakenings. Where is Markeyan now? Markeyan himself was a symbol of the true musicians heartbreak. Thanks so much Michael for all of your wonderful work.
Wow, so powerful. Every memory and emotion of those days comes flooding back. Thank you Michael for re-posting.
lets not forget what was done to those who were able to think critically about what was being put on us - the virus was fear, hate and division - your right.....