About this piece.
Like so many people, I had become inspired both by Banksy's immersive social commentary and years as a fan of 70's pioneers like the Grateful Dead and Alan Parsons Project. It felt absurd to me that one culture could celebrate the complete decimation of another culture as some kind elevated spiritual perspective. If I have to win by hurting people, I'd rather lose. My view is that whenever children are hurt by adults we all lose. There is no sensibility to curating generational pain, because we jeopardise our shared future. I open with gunfire and children crying, juxtaposed against a backdrop of the kind of beautiful high brow jazz that you would expect to pay to go and see at a posh hotel, but this time the hobo has intervened to suggest, don't walk past these hurt children and drink your bliss. Think about cause and effect. Be aware of the consequences of your choices. See pain, and grow your empathy and compassion for what and who might usually be invisible to you. This soundtrack is uncompromising in sonic references that make you aware of both the consequence of neglect, while also ending joyfully, demonstrating that I hold hope in your capacity to express your humanity through your compassion.