French Electronic Music

Justice, a French electronic music duo consisting of two friends, Gaspard and Xavier, warms up the crowd on a chilly French evening. French being my fifth language, I can hardly put two words together to understand what in the world these two are singing about. I don’t care as much for French music any ways as I do for French poetry. On this warm western evening though, watching Justice from my SONY VGN, I know I should not be dreaming in French; unless, of course, I am Julie Delpy or Adam Goldberg in “Two Days in Paris”. Of course I can’t stand a whole two days in Paris unless my smart pumpkin has fallen off my shoulders.

Back to Justice. I am stuck with a wrong name (Justice) singing the wrong kind of music (electronic music) in a wrong language (French) from a wrong city (Paris). But the name of the band arouses an impressive imagination. The name “justice” reminds me of the unattractive sounds that we all make to the children of the world; children suffering from Malaria, Kwashiorkor, HIV/AIDS; children from war-ton countries striving to keep their skin on their bones. We sound like a French electronic music band when we kneel down beside our beds and say the Lord’s prayer, wishing well those far away, as if they are too far to be touched. There is French electronic band music in each and every one of us. It sounds unpleasant to the hungry and sick listeners. And we love to play our depressing electronic music. We play it from the pulpits, in our political speeches, in our leftovers tossed in collection baskets with everlasting noises. We play too much French electronic music we have lost touch with real music- real lyrics from the classics of love and the country ballads of tenderheartedness.

There is a song in each and every one of us. That song is calm, kind, tenderhearted, compassionate, and caring. It’s the song of humanity. The peaceful sound of “I will do something to end the suffering of the world”.