Driving Home For Christmas

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Old Skoda Felicia, foam seats and snowy roads. Petroleum nostalgia. The entire interior of the car smells nostalgic just like that petroleum. I like the smell, which is why I don’t hang a Wunder-baum tree on my rearview mirror. And I also like car stereos. The one playing cassettes has broken already, as well as the one playing CDs. Even if it’s not quite the same, I play music via Spotify from my mobile phone to a bluetooth speaker while driving… Sometimes I play music in my headphones, but then again I can’t hear the hum of the engine. The hum of the engine defyies the listening experience. It’s an urobors of loose and loose but keep driving. It’s just that cars without music seem to lack something. Maybe they are too intimate then? Maybe too raw? Crude, like crude oil, from which pateroleum is refined? It’s Christmas and there will be traffic jams again.



I’m driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can’t wait to see those faces
I’m driving home for Christmas, yeah
Well, I’m moving down that line

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And it’s been so long
But I will be there
I sing this song
To pass the time away
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
It’s gonna take some time but I’ll get there



Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights all around
But soon there’ll be a freeway, yeah
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can’t hear me
When I get through
And feel you near me
Driving in my car



I’m driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He’s just the same
Just the same

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🛞 🛞 🛞 Curatorial by Miloš Vojtechovsky

The site- and time-specific intervention for Igloo was inspired by the disassembled body of a vehicle that someone left in a shed on the steep Brno plot of the former gardener’s colony, where Michal Mitro lives and works. A decomposed relic of a mechanism symbolizing the acceleration of the movement of bodies, goods and thoughts, turns into a doleful object in a dark cellar. It refers to modernity’s dream of the innocence of the moment of acceleration, unlimited mobility, economic growth and carefree comfort. In the second plan, also about the carbon footprint, environmental issues and the interconnectedness of the music, automotive, and fossil business.