Joining the Cyber Circus
This was always intended to be the first song of a collection that I knew from the get go would be aimed at the 'MySpace Generation' of online community users. The words 'community' and 'generation' imply a sense of togetherness and camaraderie and, while there's no denying that such things exist in abundance in cyberworld, it's been my personal experience that whatever nebulous aggregations there are out there, they do little more than mask or temporarily divert us from an abiding sense of loneliness and isolation. Many of the songs, in more or less obtuse ways, deal with that strange contradiction, but this is probably the most direct and I felt it was the only place to start the album.
I wanted to update the theme of generational divide so beautifully conveyed in 'She's Leaving Home'. The conceit expressed in this song, I suppose, is that one no longer needs to physically leave home in order to 'leave home'. The idea of 'running away to join the circus' always carried with it the implication of a rejection of certain restrictive and oppressive values - usually either small town or family ones. In this song, there's another world, no more than a door slam and a finger click away into which one can escape from them and - to use a Bowie phrase that's always stuck with me - discover one's own morality. Of course, it's not quite as simple as that. Really, they just want to see your ass. But as long as you're aware of that, I suppose it doesn't do any harm - keeps us off the streets and all that... And in these times of economic downturn and credit crunch etc... cash in hand, no questions asked darlin'...
As a further tribute to the song's Beatley origins, I was trying to ape George's Beatles for Sale era Gretsch shimmers on the old Epiphone Emperor - with, as you'll hear, very little success...
Hope you enjoy it...
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Bob
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I hope you've learned your lesson, Bob. Abandoning your loyal blog following for a false gender-bending munterspace career - look where it got you (women's changing room in New Look?).
ReplyDeleteI shall download the song from my phone and comment later as I'm currently stuck in the local internet cafe - the owners are listening to the Derek and Clive horserace sketch.
Croydon's bizarre.
"All I have is yours. All you see is mine. And I'd like to hold you in my arms - I'd have you anytime..." [cue Clapton...]
ReplyDeleteJust an old hippy me, Ister - always have been really. I'll leave the principled, righting the world, holier-than-thou career-from-chaos stuff to the likes of James "I bleed for art, me - where do you want me to sign...?" Ousterberg. As the old cliche goes - you can't judge a book by looking at its cover...
After all, one man's saggy midrifted, addled old queen peddling no claims bonuses for a pension is another man's former glam icon, Melvyn Hayes lookalikey - n'est pas? But that's *quite* enough about me!
In the meantime, enjoy the music - like life, it's free and all for you... Everything you'll ever need is right in front of your eyes.
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Bob
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My mantra, like...
p.p.s. I'm sure you'll feel a lot better now you've got that out of your system - I'm always here if you need to throw some bad vibes out into cyberspace - had *far* worse [can I call you?] mate, believe me *far*, *far* worse...