 Rock
and
Rollover at the Opera
MIDI
FESTIVAL
Philip
Hartigan
- Toulon
Photos
by
Edouardo Hartigan
Politics
are
everywhere, in every body’s DNA. Success is every body’s cool
dream of the future. France looks at the future where everyone
has a
cool job a cool dream with a media handle.
I
dreamt of
being a footballer, or a poet, even a painter. Toulon November
2011
and people just want to be respectable.
It’s
the first
time that I’ve been to a concert of popular music at an Opera
House.
France
has
problems with its elites, over educated cliques with no sense
of what
it is, being human. Just like elites all over this poxy planet
they
are those who lead us, and bleed us and we are there to pay
for their
success.
Festival
du Midi
was last week in Toulon we got presented with a gay happy Los
Angeles
group called Girls who didn’t like people at all. They were
too
exclusive their fans threw flowers and contraceptives at them
and
they refused to continue which was a shame because they were
really
bad and didn’t know it. I was tempted to throw a old pair of
soiled
skid marked underpants at them but couldn’t bear the sight of
my
own bare arse. One person who would really like my underpants
was an
old friend Orange Blood who was like a young Richie Havens he
took on
the respectable and started kicking them, pushing them and
even
swearing at himself for getting involved in this polite
cocktail
party. Money doesn’t talk it swears and screams so I knew
where he
was coming from certainly not auditioning for Sarcoxie’s
Election
campaign.
Shit
is that why
we are here?
I
was thinking
about Ian Dury Kilburn and the High Roads and Hit Me Hit Me
With Your
Rhythm Stick when his son Baxter Dury lummoxes on stage and
saved the
day.
Just
like his
old man did so many times another space time but same honesty
which
as the old folks will tell you is the best policy…
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