In the beginning, there was Jack, and Jack had a groove.
And from this groove came the groove of all grooves.
But that was a long time ago. The world had changed.
Many people had forgotten about the groove.
One day, he returned to his house, only to find the door was locked.
Jack asked to enter. The people inside shouted: ‘No!’
‘But why? Are you so selfish? My house is your house, and your house is my house.’
The people inside shouted: ‘No! This is our house and our house music.’
Jack did not understand. He tried to explain: ‘you see, no one man owns house because house music is a universal language, spoke and understood by all.’
The people inside shouted: ‘No! Your house music excluded our house music.’
Jack felt bad. He thought his house was for everybody.
He tried again to explain: ‘you see, house is a feeling that no one can understand really unless you're deep into the vibe of house.’
The people inside shouted: ‘No! We are deep into the vibe of house, we are always posting about it on socials.’
He did not understand. House music had always created an uncontrollable desire to jack his body.
‘How could using your mobile phone make you jack?’, he wondered.
Maybe they did not understand how things used to be, so Jack tried to explain again:
‘And, as I told you before, this is our house and our house music. And in every house, you understand, there is a keeper. And, in this house, the keeper is Jack.’
The people inside shouted: ‘No! You have been keeper for too long, now we are the keeper of this house. This is our house and our house music. You cannot enter.’
Jack was old and thought maybe these younger people did not know who he was.
He said: ‘some of you who might wonder, “Who is Jack, and what is it that Jack does?”’
The people shouted: ‘No! We don’t know and we don’t care.’
And so, Jack boldly declared: ‘Jack is the one who gives you the power to jack your body! Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake. Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly worm.’
The people inside shouted: ‘No! We saw the wiggly worm on Tik Tok.’
He was despairing, but he tried one last time: ‘Jack is the one that can bring nations and nations of all Jackers together under one house.’
The people inside shouted: ‘No! Those who don’t support victim nations are supporting aggressor nations.’
Jack did not understand. He felt lost.
He thought everyone was welcome in his house. Not anymore.
He thought house music was a universal language. Not anymore.
He did not understand why everybody could not share house music.
He remembered sharing the power, doing the wiggly worm together.
He still wanted to jack with others.
None of this felt fresh.
But deep down he still knew it to be true:
I am the creator, and this is my house!
And in my house there is only house music
And once you enter my house it then becomes our house and our house music!
He thought some more: maybe it is time to build a new house, an old house, our house.