Hello. I can see your halo. My name is Daniel. I’m writing to you cause Common People asked me, and I couldn’t say no. I didn’t have the heart to say no. My heart is very big and it was not capable to resist when those three boys begged me with their watery, glistering puppyeyes. Nothing in the world could resist. “Soon we want to dance with you, every girl and boy, all our friends and everyone”, they said to me. “Write that in the event”, they added. Then they said that I should write it in my own language. With my own words. The media is the message and now I am the media with the message, which must mean that I am the message in a weird kind of way because I don’t have a clue to start with. I’m from Italy from the beginning. I was born in Genoa. My father was a butcher and I’m just an ordinary guy with a broken heart. Like everybody. Guess you can call me common, one of the common people. Maybe that’s why they asked me in the first place.
Justin Bieber is the lovers rock of modern time. Martin Luuk is Al Green 2.0. There’s a hard rains gonna fall on all of us. But the sun will be shining bright, at the same time. Like I imagine it will be in hell. There’s an event coming up. A party, you might say. C.P wants you to dance like Solomon danced in his glistering, confused beauty in front of his mirror to Madonna’s Like a Prayer in the movie Gummo. C.P wants you to drink like Harmony Korine drank in an old sofa in the same twisted movie. Anyways. They are playing in the Garden, C.P. In the treegarden. Under a bridge (one that was not build by a polar prize-winner called Paul, but over some truly troubled waters, by the way). Soon. Come to the Garden. It’s gonna be better than all tomorrows parties. Be there or be dead. I do not take responsibility for any of these words. Andreas said he would fly low over Skanstull in an air ballon playing Foreigners I Want to Know What Love is on his broken boombox. Ciao. Love. /Dany boy
