Don't Play it Backwards, Pay It Forward By Anthony Gee |
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Youve really got to be able to see the irony. Throughout the Nineteen-Eighties, there culminated a kind of witch- hunt conducted by the so-called Christian Right on the insidious hazards of listening to rock n roll. Elvis was okay by now, The King having proved himself a
patriot to his country by being deputised as an honorary drug enforcement
agent, then dying on the throne as a junkie. But it was a few years on, toward the end of the Cold War.
America had become the quintessential ideal of what all of the free west
should look like. A certain hysteria pervaded, born out of that age old
problem freedoms a great thing but when people have freedom,
then where does it actually stop? Especially when theyre doing something
that you dont like? Being a little conservative myself, I cant express seriously enough just how much that apostrophe 'n' chills my blood. Our precious children are like hot bowls of alphabet soup that Satan himself has blown upon, cooling any fervour for correct grammar. Its that apostrophe n that signifies rebellion that manifests like hells minions whenever the voodoo beat starts to pound. The four letter names of hair metal bands were construed as sinister acronyms. And why not? The group that called themselves WASP were not exactly gender specific, so why would anyone jump to conclusions and assume that it stands for White Anglo-Saxon Protestants? Nothing was as it seemed and so everything seemed evil. I couldnt tell any of the members from Arthur or Martha but if theres one thing I knew at the time, it was that WASP stood for We Are Satans Perverts. And Kiss were Knights In Satans Service, make no mistake about it. AC/DC Anti-Christ/Devils Children. The scaly hand of prime evil was constantly, still is, subliminally groping at our minds. Because we feared and still fear its cleverness. Evil is presented as cunning and crafty and conniving and sexy. Or in the case of hair metal bands sexless. Good is a limp-wristed word in its popular, domestic context.
We can conceive of it in deeds, like helping old ladies across the street
or getting cats down out of trees, but as an entity outside of ourselves,
its all a bit hazy. No offence to the Ghandis, the Mandellas and
the Geldofs, but goodness is foreign to our humanity and thats why
it only comes in little spurts of charity. Thats why those guys
come out looking like theyre bursting with goodness. We cant
gauge the quality but we can gauge the quantity in time and money. I dont feel bad about saying that because if Sir Bob could read this then he would forgive me just because I mentioned his name in the same breath as the other two guys.
Old time religion, as opposed to spiritual life, has drawn
God and the devil as cartoons that dont exist outside of frames
and dont talk outside of speech bubbles. Its tried to keep
Jesus on the cross. Angels are little, fat kids with wings. And the devil-
well, weve all seen him. He desires more than the fifteen minutes
of fame that us ordinary mortals are apportioned because when he seems
to be stronger than our own will, then we start to believe that morality
has nothing to do with personal incentive and fear is nothing more than
a condition of living. That devil is one cunning dude. Because all this rock n roll rebellion surely has
nothing to do with the erratic hormonal activity in teenagers. In the
Eighties it had everything to do with the poisoned honey of spandex and
hairspray. Judas Priest showed us that it was these two things that seduced
the youth of the Teflon age into miming their favourite rock songs into
the barrels of loaded shotguns instead of hairbrushes. Its like
the progression from marijuana to harder stuff. Hairspray teases the hair
well but you should see what a shotgun can do.
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