OUR MISSION STATEMENT
Call us the bubble gum kids, or products of a consumerist pop culture planet, the Nintendo Generation, The Internet Generation, or simply the letter Y. Wether we were raised by helicopter parents or abandoned weaponless on the battlegrounds of poorly funded government educational institutions. We are a mash up culture- a racial melting pot- a trans-national, trans-sexual, trans-theistic mish mosh of people learning and breeding at fiber optic speeds. We don't need to trust or take part in any singular establishment larger than what we know and can see, but, thanks to the internet what we know and can see is the entire world. Unlike our parents and grandparents who needed their governments, churches, and corporations to give them security- we don't. Because we can create and dissolve our establishments and institutions faster than you can say dot com. We see. We film. We record. We archive. We chat. We create. We are the kids who videotape street fighting and put it on YouTube to entertain yuppy businessmen. We play angry punk rock music in basement house venues so we can subvert the law and consume alcohol. We drive cars blasting gangsta rap even though we know nothing about what's it's like to live in the ghetto. We sit quitely and appreciate delicate folk music. We are awesome.
Forget about latch key kids, we are a twisted generation that was molested by the baby sitters our parents entrusted us to. Whether it was your deranged aunt Verna from Wisconsin, the perverted Catholic priest at St. Mary's, your classmates at Columbine, your racist teachers, or your television set- the fact remains- you have been violated in a very uncool way. We have every reason to be mad. And, sure we could endlessly troll the interwebs partaking in the worlds biggest stich-n-bitch group, or we could try to create a better life. We say take the blue pill and be the bigger human beings- let's lay down our swords and burry our gaunlets. It's 2009 for Christ's sake. Are we living in a brave new world of possibilities or fumbling about in a decaying fossil of our parents shit?
We don't have the time or need to discuss art, music, cinema, and culture that the critics of yesteryear used to. Is that a bad thing? Who knows? We say what's the point in talking about who made what where when and why when we can talk about who redid, remade and remixed it with five different artists each descending from five different cultures, who combined five different styles in the process- that is what interests us. We don't borrow. We steal and we're proud of it. We sample, chop, slap it together, and give shout outs to let everyone know who we stole from and why. It's easy to walk above the law once you understand why those laws were made. Art started with drawings scrawled on the walls of caves to help people communicate about food sources, maps, and danger. Somewhere along the way art started being funded by churches, governments, and philanthropists with agendas. Now, like Ouroboros, art is about to eat it's own tail, and be made by the people for the people. We know that art is as important as food.
Our mission is simple. Have fun, rock out, spread love, create chaos, and build a better life for all to enjoy. Sometimes this means flipping shit upside down and turning it inside out. Sometimes it means leaving things exactly as they are. If religion is the opiate of the masses and laughter is the best medicine. How about we try to be religious with our humor and humorous about our religions- perhaps then we'd actually be saving some souls. How about we seek to understand the politics of living amongst other human beings, boil it down to the essentials, and try to live a better life? Sound good to you? Me too! Good, we agree.
These times have long been a-changin- they always will be- but these times right now- they're in need of a-savin.
Peace SIAPS
P.S. If this here manifesteaux is ringing as clear as bell, sounding like a distant fog horn, or somewhat intriguing you please continue on. Otherwise here is the door. Seriously I'd rather not waste your or my time as time is precious- once it's gone it's gone, until there's more, but even that, someday, will be gone. Then there won't be anymore and you'll be dead.
