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Shall be known as the year in which everything we took for granted as infallible, the pillars upon which we had built our society and accessorized our sense of worth, the status symbols, our aspirations, the glint of gold in our wallet, all that, were shown to be as ludicrous as a single bowl of rice in famine-ravaged dustbowls.

Shall be known as the year in which the new generations, whether you thought them shallow-minded or young, dumb and full of cum, vilified or venerated, got angry and took to the streets. The old power has never looked so flimsy and foolish. It shall be known as the new '68.

Shall be known as the year I got married in England to my American partner, after seven years, but still in the Land of the Free our relationship is not recognised and we haven't rights.

Shall be known as the year I almost died of pneumonia and in the fever dream I got writing again, and in those dreams my mom talks to me, after her death 17/08.

ALIEN

When I lived in New York, I was in-house artist for the Black Party, New York's underground no-more 'dark side'-show. Once it was an amazing, beating black heart, lodged in the ribcage of the city. In a way, it still is, but a lot had happened in the thirty years of its existence. Now we were living in a splintered New York, Manhattan looking over its shoulder at a insouciant Brooklyn that didn't give a fiddle for its grubby, gilded past. The codes of yesteryear, all those Folsom fetishes might have seeped into the porno-mainstream consciousness, but let's be honest here, a (Roseland Ball)room, this fleshfarm of shiny cowhide and methy machorobotics seemed anachronistic at best. I'm being nice about a societal dead end. The kids sniffed, wrinkled their noses, and mostly got back on the L-train.
I always wondered though, what if those desires still existed, their genepool mutated perhaps? Where was the window, slightly ajar, that allowed them to escape, and roam on the streets like they used to in the heady avenues of the seventies?
Then I saw this, and got to thinking.

ALIEN ALIEN - SAMBACA from manuel savoia on Vimeo.