Fine, fine, fine
Hi there, pop fans!
Smile, smile, smile
It's all over
I have got the furious needle
After my Hate, Hate, Hate in 1968 for what the past year has meant to the world in general, I can only trust that 1969 will be better. How wonderful it would be if we could go through this coming year without the incessant guilt being laid on our relatively innocent shoulders for starving children, genocidal maniacs, xenophobic Welshmen, export–hungry political gun–runners and just plain non–thinking idiots! So please let us all be relieved of all this during the next 12 months so as to enable us all to get down to the business of living a full, worthwhile type of existence for a change. How nice it would be if all the energies dissipated in making people’s lives hell on earth were to be channelled into making them happy.
As entertainers, it might be a good idea for us to try and steer away from the viciousness that has crept into music and even humour. I am not saying that we should be ostriches and bury our minds in the sands of smugness. We must never forget that man can be monstrous. It is my belief that if we spend our lives pointing out to one another the obvious inhumanities we will be likely to forget than mankind has also the power to be compassionate. So let’s have happy music for a change.
What the Dickens!
Molochs to you
The Druids, shaggy of hair and bedecked in multi–coloured robes, gyrate within the free space. The incantations foretell of the mishaps that can, and most likely will, beset mankind–or else relate tales of prowess with Vestal Virgins. The only part of the ritual missing is the human sacrifice, Or is it? The price one pays for worshipping such musical Molochs is the sacrificing of our children’s minds and maybe their virginity.
Worry not, fair Britons, the Romans are on their way . . , I trust!
To the greater glory
They’ve got music taped
PLASTIC SKULL AWARDS, 1969
To the music moguls who have got ‘the business’ so
well tied–up they the strangling the very life out of it.
Copyright © 1968, Kenny Graham. All Rights Reserved