SONG OF THE DAY: Genius of Love (kudzu'd)

There is a local festival of establishment The Arts (capital letters of doom) types called The Tom Tom Fest, making a playful friendly name from Thomas Jefferson, who metaphysically hovers over everything locally, as a spiritual god of sorts. His home was built on a mountain overlooking the city as well, and the stupid university here was made by him, and has very self-important vibes to itself, like all Thomas Jefferson worshippers. It always bugs me though, because the most actual famous Tom Tom thing of the past half century is “Genius of Love”, which despite the Tom Tom Club being a couple of new wave white folks from the ‘80s, it happened during that cross-pollination with early hip hop in New York City, so “Genius of Love” has deep roots tied throughout hip hop’s history, as a classic breakbeat, and was one that DJ Screw spun often on his grey tapes. But another more recent landmark in Charlottesville, no pun intended, is a giant hotel that’s never been finished on the Downtown Mall, where the concrete and steel innards have been so long exposed to the elements that I’m sure it’ll have to be torn down and restarted should anybody ever have the money to waste on it. The well-to-do types who would willingly go to a Tom Tom Festival hate it, and decry it as a blight on the small city landscape. I see it as a wonderful testament to the avarice of capitalism, and a symbol of decay as warning for those who would trust the competence of white men with strong abstract numbers beneath their name (both the abstract numbers and surname inherited from their great grandfathers). I have secretly been filling this hotel with cheaply acquired PA systems and old stage speakers, and me and a couple co-conspirators have been wiring them all, to eventually run into a single generator, which… when the time is right and all the proper “we’re the good ones” type faux progressive wealthy white people are gathered in one of their big capitalized The Arts shindigs nearby, likely for that godforsaken Tom Tom Festival, we’re gonna hook up the generator and blast a slowed down “Genius of Love” at as close to infinite decibels as our ragged rig can get, hopefully blowing out all the storefront windows within a quarter mile. I’m sure all of this is illegal in a multitude of ways, but when wonderful whimsy like that is outlawed by a society that falsely assume it is civilized, then only outlaws will have wonder and whimsy (which is kinda where we are already, to be honest).