It’s 2020. (nervous exhausted laughter) My address is part confusion and part confession, sometimes I am not myself, sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing here, or who’s rules to follow.
Inspired by the Artists In Presidents project, directed by Constance Hockaday. The team gave me the green light to compose an address of my own!
Hello, hola Neighbors, can I call you that … neighbors? Wow, it is a pleasure to join you in your home, from my Zoom room to yours, here we are. Now, what I share today might surprise you. Let’s begin.
I wasn’t born here, I’m not broke, or broken, but oh my dear one do I ache. I ache capital D – Do-I-capital A Ache. I ache, I do, I ache, at bone, at joint, at back, at neck, in my gut, between my legs, in my chest, behind my eyes, and my whole fucking tongue aches… and not from fucking … I’m not here to talk about that, today… Dirty Bird.
Let’s talk about holidays! Wow! Celebrate them, right? You’re supposed to, it’ll be fun. Buy things, wrap them up, dress up, cook food, gather together, eat food, it’s fun, right? (They chuckle) Well, I’m sorry I’ll have to decline your invitation. I won’t, I won’t celebrate your favorite memories of genocide, land theft, or brainwashing nationalism then or now.
Moving on, let’s talk about Work and work ethic. I will go to work nearly every day, complacent I will deny but it will make me, so, I confess. I married C A P I T A L I S M (laughter) just like every other fucker I know. You did it too, didn’t you? (More laughter) I want a divorce. But I’m sorry that will not be possible because I am addicted, I am obsessed and I know that you are too. Prove me wrong, do it. (BIG laughter)
Oh sweet, sweet baby, dear ones, were you told the world was your oyster? Did you believe it? (They laugh at you) or what else do they say… something about the horizon or the frontier, man-made-make-something-of-yourself-work-hard-play-hard-die-young- we are all dying now (cackles) from the virus. (Audible inhale) capitalism, as I said before, white supremacy, surprise don’t say it again (nervous laugh) individualism! You can take care of yourself, I can take care of myself, I don’t need anybody, I don’t-I don’t, I lost my train of thought, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. Forgive me, forgive me. Thank you, thank you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.