If I read the news of the last weeks I have more and more worries about the future. A coup in Turkey with we don't know who has initiated him. Erdogan dismisses thousands of officials and arrests hundreds of military (and I am not sure if he planed it to amplify his power in Turkey). He wants to clean the country of members of the opposition and bury the democracy. In France still rules the state of emergency and in Nice hundreds die with an attack of a lunatic. Tory lady Theresa May is taking over the government by a may day. Over the Atlantic ocean Donald Trump is trying to take over the administration of the western world. In the USA black people were killed by white policemen and white policemen were killed by black fools. People were killed in a discotheque in Orlando. What is coming next? I am a bit of afraid about the times that are ahead of us. I almost proscribe this dark thoughts during my ordinary life but sometimes I feel that the world is losing it's honesty. I try to make this world a little better day by day talking to people and having fun but sometimes I think it is not enough. Don't worry, I am not depressed but it was a concern to write down these words right now. But I have not lost yet hope in the people who could make this world better day by day.
I don't know if it is a music for a better time but it is music I almost forgot. Edinburgh's Nectarine No. 9 released Saint Jack in 1995 and it still a (sadly forgotten) record that is on heavy rotation at my house.
The Nectarine No. 9 - Saint Jack
The Nectarine No. 9 - Curdied Fragments
The Nectarine No. 9 - Firecrackers
