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“Out on the road Today I Saw a ‘for World Peace’ Sticker on a Tesla.” Well, do you recognize the witty quote? In any case, there is recently a huge white Tesla in front of the village shop with the huge white letters apparently self -glued slogan on the rear window: “for world peace”. In the eyes of Don Henley, the “Deadhead Sticker on a Cadillac” in “The Boys of Summer” in 1984 was emblematic for the sell-out of his generation and the ideals of the sixties.
Sad enough. A good 40 years later, at the only preliminary climax of the global cluster fuck, in which I (and by that I mean very roughly: the earth and all its inhabitants who have the man of life in themselves), which at the beginning of the 1980s, to the neoliberalism (keyword “change of politics”), rode and flipped into “swastic” with “swastic” out of. Or just Orwellian?
“For peace, joy, pancakes” or how?
The measure of bluntness resp. Cynicism that is probably needed to go from the ideal cloudkuckucksheim in these times worldwide bloody conflicts, eroding alliances, fragmenting societies, the Gaza disaster and a monstrous war in Europe with this fairytale word. “For peace, joy, pancakes” or how? It was not for nothing that it was only endangered in the end (“drinking for world peace” etc.), and at the latest since the Russian attack on Ukraine, the rights that have been chasing the raids and Putin friends from Wagenknecht to Trump and perverted the poisoned concept of fight.
And then he sticks there, the world peace, as a stupid, empty slogan on the ass of a hipster prosperity cart from the factory of all of the lower emotions and properties that at all times conflict with any peace-stupidity, bornness, hybris, greed, fanaticism, empathy, empathy, empathy. That grotesque people who now, as a hitler-greeting, ketamine-eating executor of a bizarre-de-deserted US government, is finally on fire the already hot-running world … Phew. Uh. Sorry, I know: music columns.
Take a deep breath, Josef. What I mean: Sorry, Mr. Henley, but I’m afraid that the thing is done with the burrus-down sticker. “For world peace”. So hammered. In terms of content and the limited diction, it reminds me of the Modern Classic Wahlslogan of the basis: “Dear peace than dead”. It in turn sounds like a song title from Knorkator (as legendary as currently: “Ick who is to be pork”). On the other hand, I think: Better drunken Saturday as a Sunday that is open for sales! Speaking of: Have we actually drunk two on the FDP election result? Oh come, you have to celebrate the festivals as they fall. Pour! On the world peace!
This column first appeared in the music express edition 5/2025.