Invisible Video (press play)

To watch this video, I'm gonna need you to close your eyes

and wander with me in a moment of imagination, to the land

where single eye sights and visions

are forever filtering into man's kind and open mind ...

[Scene]

Me ... walking down the street here in Yakima, WA

dressed in snow-white pants

with bellbottoms as big as Liberty Bells,

sporting a funky paisley patterned unbuttoned shirt

with collars so wide they span the length of time zones,

and an afro so big people gotta walk around it to pass me by ...

and I'm carrying a radio ... not an invisible i-Pod,

I'm talking bout a 1980's Spike Lee boom box baby

mounted on my right shoulder like some sonic RPG

firing a beat in every direction ...

and I got it cranked up to eleven

jamming one tune so familiar

everyone immediately begins to move

and groove to their own dance

but all in unison ...

[ENTER MUSIC]

"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,

I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.

Music loud and women warm.

I've been kicked around since I was born."

and the people I'm passing on the streets

look on with strange eyes and foreign smiles

and they increase their pace

or change their direction

just to avoid me

and the music plays:

"And now it's all right, it's O.K.

And you may look the other way.

We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man."

And along comes a brother who catches the tune

and starts to groove to his own dance

but in unison with the movement of the music ...

"Whether you're a brother

Or whether you're a mother,

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Feel the city breakin'

And ev'rybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha, ha,

Stayin' alive."

[ENTER Two Hispanic brothers ...

dressed identically wearing tan pants

and white T-shirts ... their only difference

being the color of their bandanas ...

one is Red and the other ... Blue]

and they catch the tune

and start to groove to their own dance

but in unison with the movement of the music ...

 

"Well now, I get low and I get high

And if I can't get either I really try.

Got the wings of heaven on my shoes

I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose."

and more people start to join in the dance

causing a commotion in the streets,

with business owners rushing out to see

why everyone is dancing ...

while more people join in ... couples and children

stop shopping and start dancing ...

and the camera pans around the world ...

farmers are stopping in the middle of their field

and politicians are stopping in the middle of the speech

and soldiers are stopping right in the middle of their war ...

and all start to groove and move to their own dance

but in unison with the movement of the music ...

"You know it's all right, it's O.K.

I'll live to see another day.

We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man."

and people are stopping in the streets ...

getting out of the their cars ...

dancing on the hoods and along all the freeways ...

"Whether you're a brother

Or whether you're a mother,

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Feel the city breakin'

And ev'rybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha, ha,

Stayin' alive."

and all of the sudden cops arrive in droves, SWAT teams

of tactical units in full riot gear with weapons drawn

and instantly the music STOPS in mid-beat--------------

everyone is frozen silent in time, mid-dance, fearful of moving

even one inch to their own groove in unison with the music ...

and this single uncomfortable moment seems to last forever ...

until all the cops simultaneously break out into their own groove

and the music breaks back again even louder,

having never missing a beat ...

"Life goin' nowhere.

Somebody help me.

Somebody help me, yeah."

while the camera pans around the world

to every region and culture

and for the moment ...

all the Muslims stop praying

and all Christians stop crusading

and all the Atheists stop debating ...

and every body starts dancing ...

"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,

I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.

Music loud and women warm.

I've been kicked around since I was born.

And now it's all right, it's O.K.

And you may look the other way.

We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man."

and the scene continues to fade subtly,

but the music doesn't stop playing

farther and farther out into the distance

as the camera continues to pan past the clouds ...

out past Earth ... to show the crew

on the ISS dancing ...

"Life goin' nowhere.

Somebody help me.

Somebody help me, yeah."

and continues to pan out past the moon

to show crews dancing on the dark side of Luna

and continues to pan out ... past this star

we call our SUN of God ...

out past other suns of god to show

others dancing to their own groove

but all in unison to this one song:

"Ah, ha, ha, ha,

Stayin' alive."

[Scene Ends]