some thoughts about 'a wish'

there's been some interesting comments about our new video „a wish“ on myspace and elsewhere – most people seem not to really understand it (or don't have the power to think about it longer than two seconds). whatever. of course it's everybody's very right to like or not to like anything but it's almost unfair to state we did it this way cause we are sick, we like to torture women, don't know about our responsibilities (?) as artists (??) or whatever. this is in fact the only video so far we did with some kind of deeper meaning behind it. so we will do something unusual: give an explanation.

what is this video about? three starting points for interpretation:

first one: it's fun. ok this is where our sickness comes into play – you got us. we like to play with twists, with unusual contrasts and a little bit of provocation. because otherwise... it's kinda boring to play a „nice“ song with a „nice“ video and nobody really cares about it. and as we can see on the reactions: it works.

second one: the song is called „a wish“, isn't it? it's about christmas, about gifts and about our hunger for more and more material things for our own fun (iphones, notebooks, tvs, shoes, clothes, cars, you name it...) not paying attention for what we should really wish for and how we keep on destroying lives, destroying the world we live in if we keep going that way. christmas should be about peace and love and hope for everyone – or, should we say: everything should be about love, peace and hope for everybody – and what do you do? buy yourself a new pair of nikes, knowing that the whole business model of that company bases on exploiting the lives of their „employees“... got the point? of course that is not a new idea, it's not a very original idea but still, even if it's some kind of christmas kitsch: it is fucking true. ok, back to our little video: why doesn't do this straight? you wanna exploit lives, you want to use lives for your own fun – so why don't wish for a girl to torture?

third one: you know santa clause. the fat guy in the red clothes, beard and all that. and: always friendly, always with a smile on his face (hidden behind the beard, but anyway...). that's his job. and that's just the way it's going on in our society these days: you've to be a certain way, play a certain role in order to have success – to know and to fulfill your role, your function. no space left or right, no way to break out. getting your job done means getting your life done. but we are not made like that. we're not machines which are to setup once and keep on going ever after... and that constant pressure leaves scars. some get a burn-out, some get depressions (kinda the same, but burn-out sounds more... trendy) and some get, well... angry. and search ways to get rid of that angriness...