Earth Riot Radio

It's ordinary people like you and me solving the little puzzles of everyday life that will obliterate the Google babies. The robots will give us blow-jobs, the billionaires will pound us with advertising, the lush forests will break the pavement and crush the concrete, and we will emerge and bamboozle the AI robots because the complexity of the Earth is epic, vast, invisibly tiny, unsolvable, orgasmic, comforting. We emerge from the Fabulous Unknown that is there before birth and is there after death, the unknown in a flower's electric airway... the hard rock full of one-celled dancers... The Earth says, "AI, YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS.

Mad Men told the Nature Conservancy et al to brand themselves a "Movement" - back in the 70's when those soon-to-be-billionaire orgs got their meal ticket from the Clean Air Clean Water acts and the EPA. Here's the catch. Real social movements have music. Sun Ra and Neil Young, Erykah Badhu and Bjork and Brian Eno and Yoko Ono - made their own way to the Earth and back to our ear. Now the complete and utter emergency we are experiencing has got us turning to the Earth itself for the music. And we're hearing symphonies from the plants and animals, rocks and clouds. Radical tunes are rising like Amazonia natives invading COP 30. The whole Earth is singing. Like real social movements, the breath of our Earth activism will be music.

The father and mother of our country is Harriet Tubman. The teacher of our country is Edward Said and his neighbor Frida Kahlo and her neighbor James Baldwin. The father and mother of our country is the Earth and they were deported by agents of the monoculture, helplessly misguided men in masks who tear us apart. The father and mother of our country immediately begin healing the children ziptied in the hallways…. the ancestors rush in to guard us against plastic pixel nightmares. We remember that the Earth is our government, our culture, our economy…. Suddenly, we know power. Image is of Savitri D, of News from the Natural World, after howling at fossil bankers

Eco-systems are running and flying for thousands of miles, all life is a foreign stranger to all other life…. what’s happening? The sorrowing in Jamaica, Alice Coltrane's saving grace, First Nations singing to the Earth, Phoenix Fuller Ford's voice and wisdom, Savitri D's News from the Natural World, communities of life climbing up mountains to cool down, families of lizards, sharks, wolves, bacteria, mushrooms, escaping from hot homes, looking for higher ground that is too hot too... Still we sing Earthalujah!

Can We Be Strange Enough to Change Enough? Everything happens at once, too much going on so fast, so violent, more violence, more violence, we can’t respond. Sitting in my chair in the American state of shock. The White House is a Sopranos social club, helicopters drop on Chicago children screaming in pajamas, fishing boats on the sea facing aircraft carriers, jets built to crash in the Gulf of America. But we defend ourselves. Yes! 7 million us turn into frogs, giraffes, monkeys, tigers, and polar bears. There is room for humans to re-enter the future's ecosystem! But are we strange enough to change enough?