It has been really hot in our end of Maryland, lately. And we’ve been sweating and stinky. Just the other day we spent a couple of days at Jane’s house rehearsing some new songs. We took a break and drank some Peace Teas (they’re cheap) and ate some spicy fries. We started talking about Peace tea—and how the hippie generation has kind of become a marketing point. Y’know—peace signs and all. Then we started talking about how the hippie movement kind of missed the point. Peace is good, and so is Peace Tea. But we cannot sit around and wait for other people to change society for us. What we do has to be meaningful—and we have to do it with all we’ve got. Doing something big is hard work. Peace, love, change—all these things can’t be left to politicians to mess with. I think we eventually came to a conclusion to our conversation between slurps and crunches. It was that the change kind of has to start with us. That this whole, beautiful idea of recreation… the recreation of all things… has to start with us. Instead of just dreaming about peace, we have to end the warfare in our lives. Instead of just dreaming about love, we have to start loving others more than ourselves. So we picked up our instruments, running our fingers through our sweaty hair, and started playing a few songs. I stopped right in the middle of a song and was quiet just for a second. I think I realized I need to work hard at peace and love in my own life. Because I think I’m a hypocrite.
