May 1st – It’s interesting what government see as a
worthwhile use of its citizens’ time. There’s a prevalent belief that if a
politician entered a set of revolving doors behind you he’d come out in front
of you; slippy as a shithouse rat I
believe the phrase is. It’s not enough now to tax and legislate the population
to within an inch of its collective life, now their dabbling in our private and personal life has gathered an ominous momentum
that, if we cease to pay attention, will rob us of our individualism. We become
like the zombies that inhabit the seemingly endless stream of the walking dead films, all of which, I
think, are just a metaphor for either capitalism or racism or the loss of the
individuals’ freedom of decision.
It’s like when I performed in Oh, What a Lovely War yonks ago. Doing
the background work for that in order to develop character and reason allowed
me to delve far deeper than I ever normally would have done into the times and
the people involved and it became obvious, to me at least, that here was the
zombie ethic personified. Millions of men from all sides of the conflict
marching to certain doom and all because the chief zombie had told them this
was the only way to settle the quarrel. Here we have a disagreement between a
group of politicians and royal families that escalated into a full-scale,
military fuck-up that would never have occurred if they’d had to dress up as
clowns during the talks that preceded hostilities; as I've mentioned before,
IMHO nations don’t make history, individuals do. War (what is it good for? Absolutely nothin’) got it all wrong. War
is good for something; business… But that wouldn't have scanned properly when
Edwin Starr went into the studio, so…off we went.
On this day in 1942 the U.S.
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