Posts Tagged ‘holy!holy!holy!’

Huge thanks to everyone who came out to our 2nd annual Memorial Day Party. There was a ton of food, swarms of kids, and 5 different musical acts. The party went on all day in the heat, and towards the end included an Anti-Police Brutality March around Southern Barton Heights.

Wingnuts and holy!holy!holy!

holy!holy!holy! from Oregon rolled into Richmond 13 deep and helped us with the Really Really Free Market, Food not Bombs, Copwatch, and the cookout! They played 2 shows- an acoustic set on Saturday and electric on Monday. Everyone at the Wingnut was really excited to get to hang out with awesome anarchists. They will be missed but we really hope they will come back to spend some more time at the Wingnut.

A lot of people helped us throughout the day, bringing food, washing dishes, entertaining the kids with water guns and balloons, and entertaining everyone with music. We feel really loved and supported by our friends and neighbors (aka family). Definitely looking forward to this annual tradition next year.

Last minute awesome show! holy!holy!holy! from Oregon, travelling by bus!
7pm at the Wingnut!
Sober, All Ages!
No door charge but bring money to donate if you can!
They can’t make the Memorial Day party, but we are super excited that they are squeezing us in after playing Firestorm in Ashville


we are holy!holy!holy!. We have been forged in the primal war of domestication. We defy these ways. We despise these streets, these schools, these occupations called work. We are wildness, and will dismantle the civilized destructive forces that have controlled our world. There are many worlds, with many languages. They will tell their children, that despite how hard they looked, they never saw us coming…

Influences:
We have suffered the indignity of domestication for far too long. From our births in stale hospitals, surrounded by false light and sound, wrapped in sterile blankets of “security” (remember smallpox) and hooked up to machines, fed chemicals and taught not to trust….anything, until we have taken back our lives, we have been processed. We are the outcrop of generations of control, and we have seen how that system is cancer in our worlds. Little more than a breath of fresh air, surrounded by life of rocks, trees, and animal kin, swayed by the dying cries of a river abused, has been enough to remind us that we are alive. ALIVE! Taking our days and nights back, by casting off schools and work, we have begun the journey through layers of distraction and city grime, and this journey is one with no end, but many fulfillments. A journey with no goal, but a thousand victories. Our children have taught us much, and we have seen the burning fires inside, they are growing.

Sounds Like:
The fall of a million empires.