On the threshold of a nightmare
Reading Marc Cushman's overview of the Moody Blues' most fructiferous period Long Distance Voyagers prompted me to return to the band's 1969 On The Threshold Of A Dream album. The perceptivity of the lyrics of the opening track In the Beginning is not entirely coincidental: session engineer Derek Varnals explains in the book that "Back in those days, about the only thing that was computerized were banks, which was the concept of what [Graham] Edge was writing about". This computerization of banks spawned the database technologies that power today's surveillance culture. So this late-60s lyric presages the insidious data harvesting of social media corporations:
I've miles
And miles
Of files
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our
Great computer,
You're magnetic ink.
Classical music has a selfish obsession with young audiences. Yet it has not shown the slightest concern about the disenfranchisement of the young - and older - people who are having their brains rewired by disruptive technologies. Long after Brexit and Trump have been relegated to footnotes in history books, future generations will still be suffering from the urban blight and associated social conflict caused by the decimation of urban centres by predatory tax-evading online retailers working hand-in-hand with data harvesting social media networks. £250 million vanity concert halls will have as much relevance to these deracinated city centres as Noah's Ark. We are on the threshold of a nightmare, yet nobody seems to care. Please do not share if you agree.
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