Few things in life move us, physically and emotionally, like music. It has this power that connects directly to our hearts and minds. And because of that, it can become intertwined with our memories. Hear a song from the past and suddenly you're right back feel it all over again. And sometimes that breaks your heart and sometimes it makes your heart swell. Both feelings, somehow, are good for the soul...maybe because it reminds us that we have one.

Music therefore, has also been very important to our show.  It inspires and informs our work.  It freely offers itself every where we go.  And its sacrifice is almost always unconditional and enthusiastic and

genuine.  How many things in life can

you say that about? 

At the start of summer we checked out a basement rock show on the suggestion of DJ/Poet/Activist Pedro Angel Serrano.  In his town there’s a thriving, eclectic DIY music scene.  Like prohibition speakeasies, these basement shows are on the downlow.  You need to know someone who knows something to know where the music is.  We went to Paradise Lost.  Each of the locations creates an alias, which makes it easier for those in the know to spread the word.  As in, “tonight’s show is at Paradise Lost,” and then you find yourself in a back alley that leads to a side door, where a shaggy haired, tee-shirted dude collects your 5 dollars and then down you go into a dimly lit cellar where music is the only thing you can hear.  It’s a fairly immersive experience.  And given the location, a secret dark cellar, it may seem threatening, dangerous, but the reality is it’s actually an enthusiastic environment where those who want to play can do so, for those who want nothing more than to hear, to enjoy and to move.  It’s rock and roll in its pure form, no expensive club or bar, no pretense, few rules, played loud in a ragged location by bands who proudly, happily wear the cape of the underdog. 

We enjoyed our early summer night of basement rock so much that we spent the rest of the summer seeking out the sound and the fury and the philosophy of rock and roll.  Enjoy Driving Jersey: Paradise by the Basement Light and remember what it feels like to hear the music and to want to reach up and touch the sky...or the sub-flooring from the kitchen above, depending.

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
- O'Shaughnessy