Sealsamas Woodstocki all keldris on pubi Rockstars. Rahutustejärgsel õhtul nägin televiisorist intervjuud kellegi kontserdikorraldajaga, nime poolest venelasega. Rockstarsis pidi just esinema üks Peterburi bänd. Hoolimata pingelisest õhkkonnast kinnitas korraldaja, et kontsert ei jää ära, seda oli kaua ette valmistatud. Pealegi, lisas too mees, muusika on see, mis ühendab, mis seob inimesi, olgu nad mis rahvusest tahes. (Ta mainis ka, mis eraldab inimesi – see olevat poliitika.)
Nõnda näikse, et muusika nii kaotas kui võitis. Kuid ma usun, et see on vaid hetkeline viik – ning ühtehoidmine läbi helide võidab.
It is oh-how-ironical that the place that was perhaps most damaged during the riots in Tallinn was the bar Woodstock. The place that shares its name with the famous rock festival, a landmark in the history of (pop) music.The place where even I have spent time behind a cup of coffee or a glass of beer, behind a cigarette or a cigarillo. The place that had this full-written wall in front of the later smashed toilet rooms on which even I wrote a Led Zeppelin influenced message. The place that has these psychedelic walls between which I've listened to some of my favourite songs. And yes, it is the place where I have spent some quality time with some of my favourite girls.
So it seems that in those days music lost – and music won. But the score, I believe, is even for a moment only. And unity through sounds wins.
