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Gentle readers, I believe that I am somewhat known for my inability to make short LiveJournal posts. Amongst other things, this is why I do not use the ever-reviled Twitter![*] Well, dear friends, it suddenly occurs to me that my verbosity this may not be so unusual, given other circumstances!
"What circumstances are those?" you might fairly ask. Good questions! I shall tell you anon!
First, consider my country of residence. I live in the country with the longest name in all the world. "The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland" -- try beating that one out! Even "The Democratic People's Republic of Korea" does not come close!
It does not stop there, living in the country with the longest name! Oh, no!
Were one to browse through my music collection, one would find within the album with the longest name. I speak of Chumbawamba's 2008 release, entitled:
Can you blame some of us for colloquially referring to it as simply: "The Boy Bands Have Won"?
With all these words, then, is it any wonder that I am so loquacious? Still, as we all know that a single picture is worth one thousand of these words, I shall conclude this garrulous entry with two photographs of my dear The Boy and Giles, cuddled up in our bed last month. Enjoy!
[*] Also the fact that I believe fairly strongly in Marshall McLuhan's thesis: The medium is the message.
"What circumstances are those?" you might fairly ask. Good questions! I shall tell you anon!
First, consider my country of residence. I live in the country with the longest name in all the world. "The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland" -- try beating that one out! Even "The Democratic People's Republic of Korea" does not come close!
It does not stop there, living in the country with the longest name! Oh, no!
Were one to browse through my music collection, one would find within the album with the longest name. I speak of Chumbawamba's 2008 release, entitled:
"The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won."
Can you blame some of us for colloquially referring to it as simply: "The Boy Bands Have Won"?
With all these words, then, is it any wonder that I am so loquacious? Still, as we all know that a single picture is worth one thousand of these words, I shall conclude this garrulous entry with two photographs of my dear The Boy and Giles, cuddled up in our bed last month. Enjoy!
[*] Also the fact that I believe fairly strongly in Marshall McLuhan's thesis: The medium is the message.
