What does War sound like?

What is the sound of a world gone mad, ancient hot desert exploding, lies and deceptions forced to truth by threat of death? Is there music in history bulging, billions sipping reality through media, and the world keeps on spinning? Can we hear the music of War?

A few days ago, listening closely to the MSNBC Baghdad cam, “by night, when bombing isn’t going on, is pretty quiet, occasional car drive-by and horn-honk sounds. Then at 5 PM Pacific, the morning birds started singing, and at 5:40, the pre-dawn call to prayer.” Peaceful and beautiful opening notes.

Now tell me, who com-posed the intro music to NPR/CNN/etc … a light tap tap tap, forlorn lone trumpet, sad strings. Seriously ridiculous.

Your country western Americans have been pumped up for war, pumping their fists, disregarding other civilizations, and driving over the Dixie Chicks. Yessum, bo!

MTV Europe, has wisely taken the evocative B52s off the air. Don’t suppose they’re playing the Beastie Boys or System of a Down either. Cheryl Crow is popular in Iraq.

But really, this doesn’t sound like what’s happening. For that, I outfit every person in the world with an instrument – 1 billion brass, 500 million drums and 500 million drum machines, 1.5 billion synthesizers, no dijeridoos. The rest can yell and sing. March through deserts, blow your horn inside the Bradley fighting vehicle, drum machine from sewers beneath protesting streets. Take the chop chop chop of Apache helicopters, break beat mania of anti-aircraft fire. From the protests, mix in the Brass Liberation Orchestra, some weak call and response “Power of the People don’t stop” and the usually fuckin irritating, yet surprisingly effective against a line of cops, Move Bitch.

Friday night, I attended a performance of Gamelan, the traditional chaotic rythmic music of Bali. They told the story of a King who defeats an evil Witch by performing a new dance. Can you imagine any leader today, solving problems through music and dance? What music does Bush and Saddam listen to, at the end of a hard day of War?