Human Trash Orchestra
We received an invitation, which wasn't just an inauguration, but it read like this (for Sunshine Coast people, once):
"This is an invitation to join The HUMAN TRASH ORCHESTRA"
And it didn't stop just here, but it went on, you bet:
"The idea is (simple) to create a street band using only instruments from recycled materials. A Protest Street Band that is designed to help drive protest against the massive human footprint that is radically changing this planet and creating climate change. We want this protest to be fueled by joy. The joy of a positive vision for the future and the joy of music (one of the things that humans can be proud of)."
So we said YES, indeed, we would, we could, we definitely will, thus join the crowd of love and apprehension, of that simple moment, for the ascension.
While Eli knows what Eli does, but insomuch the pipe, as clarinet, there exists a slight chance, why not, to get onto the drums, and bum, bum, bum!
As music doesn't lie and it never will.
We do it! And please do join, at least and well before you are going to be still.
Where did it start?
It started with a head, somewhere, and probably with a heartbeat, by any chance, and with a medal of reward, which indeed is its precursor. But the founder, once again, must have been that Alexander the Great, back then, who could actually understand, the need, the pain, and love. Get out of shade, someone said.
