1979-2019 will surely be remembered as a 40-year pointless wandering in the desert by the western tribes. When we could have helped found the promised land, we instead were drowned, and engulfed by the conservative forces of inertia. Following decades of plenty after the recovery from WW2 there will have been succeeding decades of drought and waste. All easily predicted. All self-inflicted, governed by the dictates of greed and self-interest.
We could have had it all – love, life peace and prosperity – but have ended up with little else than wars, death, famine and disease. The lands of Israel and Yemen are exemplars of all this catastrophe. The West is stagnant and in danger of rotting away under the sway of establishment forces.
Ah, just think, those halcyon days of the fifties, sixties and early seventies when the world looked set to yield all its fruits; a time when it was possible to consider the possibility of shortened work hours and time to enjoy all that had been attained. Technology would be used to improve the human load and maybe even take our race out to the stars.
Driving through a couple of villages today I easily saw how this has all ended in affluent decay and sociopathic ascendency. The more mindless you are, the more money you are able to acquire, which can then be converted into cars and property and purposeless luxuries.
In the UK and USA and similar western states we only have to look at our leaders and the ruling class to see what are the dominant trends and values. Taking the first two, we have a PM whose joint family income is generated through interests in the machinery of war and killing, and a thrice-bankrupted president who built his racist empire on property and financial speculation. Both are proven liars. What more do we need to know?
Which brings us to NOW again. Currently there is a fightback against the forces of human exploitation and oppression and this movement is still thankfully easily enough accessed through social media (though even these channels are currently under attack from the conservative forces). There are also politicians of integrity with a substantial following, like Corbyn and Stein.
So that all is not lost.
Historically, 1926 brought about the General Strike, 1976 was the UK’s best year according to economists, so that if the fifty-year cycle of the Kondratiev wave means anything at all, the next few years leading up to 2026 could bring about the greatest benefit of all to the peoples of the world.
And this time the fruits may be picked off the tree and not be left to fall and rot. Not like earlier.
On the one hand you’ve got the City of London and its utterly unbelievable shenanigans…
And then there is the likes of Planet Gong and its utterly unbelievable shenanigans…
Please, let’s work this one out…
Hawkwind meets Mike Batt is probably one of the battiest combinations anyone could think of.
But here we are with ROAD TO UTOPIA
And get the album cover with its equally batty image of a most perfect Englishness almost unmatched since Pink Floyd decided to go quaint with Ummagumma. Along with the flying saucer, Cosmism remains alive.
Quark, Strangeness and Charm turned into a Brazilian rumba that would get any party started, is the opening track. Robert Calvert will be turning in his grave…if in fact he is dead and not merely play-acting…
The beauty of all this for me is that our old-time fave psychedelic band Hawkwind is on Cherry Red Records who in turn now sponsor Wycombe Wanderers.
A perfect circle.
Just had a real Proust moment…
Cooking up a tortilla and preparing a salad at my folks’ place, tearing up a lettuce leaf I recalled a tube of Heinz Salad Cream lying in the cupboard for…oh, I don’t know how long.
Who uses Salad Cream anymore?
I remember the two boys who were my so-called friends that lived either side of our first house way back coming out one summer day each holding a big broad lettuce leaf literally plastered with Heinz Salad Cream. It just looked so good!
Back then, you didn’t get a second chance. We didn’t go into each other’s houses and because I hadn’t been around at that moment, I missed out.
Not this evening..!
I just had a healthy dollop!
Oh, my – a lettuce leaf with Salad Cream. What a treat!
Eagles versus Poco
That is the perennial question.
Eagles came up with a whole bunch of tunes that soothed the soul, whereas Poco just kept on challenging your ability to concentrate.
Be lulled into soft love or have your consciousness centers called into play.
Of course, Eagles sensibility won out. (And I’m not saying that’s wrong.)
Sleep under the stars or have engagement under the stars.
Sleep in the desert, or walk in the desert?
Eagles versus Poco
That is a perennial question.
When I see my Levi jacket, there is simplicity. Stitched up denim with a couple of top pockets and good hand pockets lower down. Used to be left pocket for my fags and right pocket for my money and drugs. Now it’s going to be wallet on the left and phone on the right, specs in a hand pocket…
First time I wore my Levi jacket into the woods with a headful of acid in my brain there was always a new tomorrow just a’waiting round the corner.
The town of High Wycombe and the vast expanse of the Rye before us made a welcome for any kind of thing to happen – and if you were to hear of those things, I don’t know, you might be completely shocked.
I’ve got a big pink sky here and home-made beer and all is pretty good.
What else happens in south Bucks?
Not a whole lot.
Most of what happens is entirely personal.
The politics are all true-Blue (that’s Red for our American cousins).
I wouldn’t mind if it got shaken up a bit, but then you wouldn’t want to shake it up too much since everybody by and large gets a good life here.
I guess you’d like to spread it around.
At last, maybe we are getting somewhere, with 1968 segueing into 2018. It’s taken a long time – 50 years – but progress is here…
The world is changing, lies are being found out, and WE are making a difference