Hipsters Against the War

[Note: This is an edited version of a recent post in The Mix.]

There's a lightbulb joke for hipsters:

Q: How many hipsters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

A: WHAT? You don't KNOW!?

Obnoxious, exclusive, and disaffected -- or so goes the hipster stereotype. But not on Monday night.

Moby, Michael Stipe, Rufus Wainwright, Bright Eyes, Peaches, Devendra Banhart, Steve Earle, Fischerspooner, Cindy Sheehan, Margaret Cho, Susan Sarandon, a couple of Iraq War vets, an Iraqi pharmacist, and a whole mess of hipsters descended on the Hammerstein Ballroom in Manhattan to rally around one simple message: Bring the Troops Home Now.

Monday night's Bring Em Home Now concert was a huge success, bringing much-needed energy to anti-war folks as the war enters its third year. Darryl McDaniels ("The name's McDANiels, not McDONald's/the rhymes are mine and the burgers are RONald's") of Run DMC even unveiled a postage stamp for chrissakes. Legal tender, too. You can get them from GoodStorm.com, and proceeds go to Military Families Speak Out, Gold Star Families for Peace, Iraq Veterans Against the War, and Veterans for Peace.

Entesar Mohammad Ariabi, Cindy Sheehan and Darryl McDaniels.

Margaret Cho warmed up the audience with her off-color pokes at Bush and his fellow travelers:

Even satanists are like: You guys are rilly, rilly mean.

Bush blocked over-the-counter contraception because it encourages promiscuity... what about MySpace, mutherfucker?

Then she launched into an account of the fallout from her MoveOn.org performance where she argued that "George Bush is not Hitler... He would be, if he applied himself." After that, she says, she received a bunch of hate mail:

None of it was about reasoned political discourse: Miss Cho, I believe you're being unfair... no no no no no, it was all chink gook cunt, go back to the country you came from you fat pig. Go back to your country you fat dyke you fat dyke you fat dyke you fat dyke, Jesus saves!

Mothers speak out

Everyone knows Cindy Sheehan. Susan Sarandon, apologizing for being a downer after Cho's opening act, began her introduction of the Gold Star Mother by saying that "the biggest fear of a parent is that you will outlive your child and the biggest nightmare is that should your child die, it would've been a death that could somehow have been avoided or wasn't necessary..." She then went on to say that there's "one mother, an American mother, who in her loss decided to confront the man who put her child..." and that's all it took. The crowd erupted and Sarandon had to wait.

Sheehan spoke and led the crowd in a chant before bringing out Iraqi pharmacist (and mother herself), Entesar Mohammad Ariabi, who spoke movingly (through a translator) about the horrific conditions on the ground, the loss of life, the inadequate medical supplies (you can read her story here on AlterNet).

An ode to 'Liberty Cabbage'

Casey Spooner, he of the crotch serenades.

Then there was music. Casey Fischer, of Fischerspooner introduced his band's first song, We Need a War, which "the late, great Susan Sontag wrote for us." The spectacle included a gentleman in a "WE NEED WAR" t-shirt smeared with fake blood, frenetic ballerinas and crotch serenades (don't ask). Devendra Banhart followed, trilling, "it's simple, we don't want to kill."

Other highlights include Rufus Wainwright's ode to the Freedom Fries predecessor, "Liberty Cabbage", Peaches' lascivious peace-toy-aided performance (her plastic arm, fingers extended in the peace "V," made a sort of "as if by magic" sound at the press of a button), a surprise appearance by tea-shop owner, relative of Herman Melville -- and musician -- Moby who admitted to being the child of hippies before breaking into Buffalo Springfield's "For What It's Worth" (sometimes known as: "There's Something Happening Here"...).