Will’s Silly Song
Here is an impro song by Will, found to be strangely catchy. In truth, it occasionally caused umbrage with its frequent reappearance into consciousness.
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It is a bit like being haunted…something is following you…with a simple tune and inane lyric. And when someone in the group blurts it out, everyone has to re-ingest it.
So, if you wish for a clear-headed day, with no such tricksy melody traipsing round your brainpan, don’t listen.
But if you hold that the mark of an educated person is the ability to entertain any theory, without needing to believe it, then perhaps you’ll be fine. You should listen right up.
It is a tough call. Like a popular film, a sure-to-be trashy novel, or a glitzy pop-song, the yea/nay choice is hard to make. For how can you reasonably decide, till you’ve already let it in? And once in your head, the decision becomes null, for at that stage you can’t take it out again.
It’s a strange idea, the call to unreasonably pre-judge input stimuli from a position of ignorance, but is undeniably worth considering. Such an act would be instinctive censorship, a social condom, to ensure we are not simply open to the osmosis of information media pointed at us.
For, in the same way that we look back on the diet or medicine of 200 years ago, and say: “I can’t believe they let that into their bodies”, so, in years to come, will people look back on our time, and say: “I can’t believe they let that into their minds.”
How many violent images, scenes of horror, appalling things which our eyes should never have witnessed, have been indelibly imprinted into us by the innocent sitting down and watching of movies? Very many, we think.
This is not exactly the case with Will’s little song. It is not violent, nor probably dangerous. At worst, it might be a little catchy, but probably only a father could really love it.
But this serves to illustrate this point well. Make your choice before you listen. If you don’t want a new little ditty in your skull, and don’t press play.
And if you do decide a pre-emptive NO, then consider cultivating this decision. Feel more free with your self-protective discrimination, using it to block off the unconscious consumption of mass-culture. If we don’t protect ourselves, if we simply say ‘yes!’ (or say nothing, forgetting we have a choice), our interior protests will be overwhelmed and lost, and we shall be acting as consumption devices for studio output, experimental terminals in the global digital transfer process.
After all, whose head is it anyway? Who is the custodian of your inner-peace?
Bear this in mind now.
A Bitter Song to Chew
