This revolution will not be televised. There will be no thirty-second sound bites.  Instead, it will be a love story told in twenty still photos, where the viewer will be challenged to create their own subplot between the frames. There will be no fancy jingles or genre/subgenre classifications. Instead, there will be an exploration of sounds, grooves, beats, and moods that falls into one of two categories – ‘good’ and ‘the other kind’. There will be no jingoistic rhetoric with catchy, but misleading, headlines. No parachute journalism or “gotcha” mentality on the printed page.  There will only be well thought out stories that tell the whole truth. Sure, it’ll be heavy with tone and drop the occasional F-bomb. But it will tell what needs to be told to a people that need to hear it.

It’s an artistic revolution on the fringe. Because after all, if you don’t live on the edge, then you take up too much space.

Wishful Thinking

How I'd Start My Day (By: Mary Doyle-Feder)

If I owned a T.V. station
I know how I'd start my day
I'd splice Barbara Walter's tapes to say –

"Ten million lovers loved last night
and the universal soldier refused to fight
parents learned children were little people
others learned religion doesn't mean steeples
The president said we will keep the earth alive
The people responded 'yes we will survive'"

And so in dedication to hope's only way
That's one way I'd start at least one day.
But
I don't own a T.V. station
And I refuse to choose rumination
An impossible dream – my world would be
So – I know I've got to start with me
I've emerged from feelings of desperation
With just one hope to start my day
To keep myself and perhaps one other
From slipping into isolation

(For Rita, a first draft, April 1976)