So I was going to post this a few days ago, but I keep clicking on the wrong thing and losing everything I've typed into the edit box, stupid forum software..
Nope, the YouTube embed thing isn't working right either.. so " target="_blank" rel="nofollow"> here's a working link, I hope..
Anyway I recently found out that one of the records I used to listen to as a kid has resurfaced
I got it first as an ex public library LP, back in about 1990 I think.
Back then I was probably too young to be allowed to use the 'proper' HiFi with a turntable,
in case I broke the needle or something, and by the time I was old enough to have one of my
own, well we'd already moved on to CDs and things, and Vinyl wasn't going to become really
cool again for another decade or so, unless you were one of those really snooty 'audiophile'
types who claimed to be able to tell the difference, and went on and on about wow and flutter.
There's even a track specifically about Testosterone, among many other hormones
It's the reason men fight giants
Though experience would say we'd quit
You'd have thought that modern science
Would have found an antidote for it
But if they do, ooh ohh, then me and you, ooh, ooh
Would soon be the only two..
So listening to that was probably how I learned most of what I knew about the human body,
at least before I started secondary school and took GCSE Biology..
I got an A for it anyway, though admittedly I've not had much practical experience..
Well apart from also reading this one over and over
I guess I took it a bit too literally as it didn't inspire me to become a doctor or anything sensible like that,
No, I just wanted to know how to make the robots..
Hmm, so apparently it goes down something like this..
Not that I would know anything about that kind of thing..http://doctoralicebell.blogspot.co.uk/2010/08/mechicanical-metaphors-in-kids-body.html
Anyway so, now there are three tracks in a playlist over on YouTube,
and [link]https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/bodywork-national-youth-music-theatre-cast-recording/id539474818" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">
the rest available on iTunes, but not for free..
So now I can listen to it over and over again, again, even via Bluetooth from my iPhone in my car,
all without dragging out the old ion audio usb turntable and breaking in a needle..
The brain thinks on, Keeping things efficient
Tough and energetic, Adventurous and keen
Only the brain, Can never be supplented
All the other jobs, Can be done by machine
He's also written this..
"THE VERY FIRST MUSIC, THE VERY LAST MUSIC"
Man got clever - his hand
Tired of working the land -
He learned how to make steam
And he started to dream
Of beam engines and schemes
Where he dammed all the streams,
Bent the world to his will.
And he built the first mill -
It belched smoke and power -
(Black dirt and white flour)
And his ambition grew every hour.
He picked up the world and he ground it to powder
And so the next music was grander and louder,
More capable, complex - less folksy and pretty
With less of the countryside, more of the city.
With more of the metal and less of the wood
Man thought the next music was pretty damn' good.
He dug the world's coal, and he set it on fire.
He drilled the world's oil and the fire burned higher.
He muddied the clouds and he crudded the ground
And he studded the sea with the blackened and drowned.
He fashioned the train, and created the car,
The tractor, the toaster, the home whirlpool spa,
And this genius, at last, in a final crescendo
Gave civilisation the Super Nintendo.
Now Mario's were super, and hedgehogs were sonic
And bleepers and bloopers sang songs electronic
Their drumkits went pish and their pixels went pip
For the very next music was sung by a chip.
Outside the sea blackened, and all nature died
But man didn't care - he was safely inside.
Day in and day out ev'ry day he would bend o
Ver Gameboy, Sega and the faithful Nintendo.
He spun, flew and kicked each street fighter to death.
(In the real street outside no-one dared take a breath)
But he never went out - it was not bright and clean
Like the primary colours he saw on his screen.
The black sky outside let in no glimpse of heaven -
So what? He was hot - he had got level seven!
Who cared that the air was all laden with grot?
The screen said "Mankind - you're a genius - not!"
And the birds tried to sing through the oil on their beaks
But oil, as is well known, is there to stop squeaks
And the very last music, Which nobody heard
Was the song of the very last bird.
© RICHARD STILGOE 1993
Hmm, and that was nearly 20 years before [link]
we arrived at this point..
But who even remembers Sega and Nintendo nowadays, not when XBox Project Scopio is just over the horizon..
Argh, why does it have to keep screwing up everything I post, even when I've gone to the trouble of hand editing the source code and everything?