Public Service Broadcasting – Southampton 28th November 2013

 

Please listen to the sirens

Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Your attention please.
This is a Public Service Announcement
“Pay attention – A bright new era is dawning.
A brilliant, pulsating miracle that brings substance to shadow”

New Dimensions In Entertainment

 There will be drums. Loud, articulate intelligent drums. Nerdy-looking fellow. Unusual haircut. The quiet type. You know the sort…

A smart chap dressed in tweed and wearing a bow tie will then generate some rather splendid noise on a sound-processing device, while simultaneously playing an electric guitar.
They will say something about the spirit of our time, and show you some moving pictures.

***MESSAGE BEGINS HERE***

To J. Wilgoose., Esq.

In front of me, a yard or so to the right, two of the Bright Young Things are watching the band.
She is smoking, and he is wearing a hat.

HE : “Absolutely incredible what a chap can do these days.”

HE : “And they do it without a safety net you know.
It’s all held together with just a few bits of cable and some ideas.”

SHE : “Yes, I can see that. It’s all about the importance of ideas now, isn’t it?”

 

< pause >

 

SHE : “Beastly noise though, don’t you think? And how is a girl to dance to it?”

HE : “Oh, I don’t know. Listen. This one’s got quite a groove going down.”

SHE : “It isn’t exactly music they’re creating though is it?
At least, it’s a curious sort of music.”

HE : “See how the notes weave and bank and glide…”

SHE : “I mean, there’s not even a singer. Absolutely ridiculous.”

< pause >

 

 

HE : “I’m sure it’s all very clever though, darling. Don’t you think?”

SHE : “Golly yes. Whatever will they think of next?”

HE : (raising up on his toes to see) “Dammit Sally! Cove’s got a banjo now. What the devil is he up to?
You won’t hear this kind of thing in the Club, and that’s a fact!.

SHE : “Mrs Twelve wouldn’t allow it.”

 

< pause >

< Silhouettes of hundreds like them flicker across the ceiling>

 

SHE : “Darling. What’s that in the middle there? Some kind of transmitter?”

HE : “Something to do with trains. I think he said.”

SHE : “And that flickering word. What did that say?

HE : “Elfstedentocht …”

SHE : “I beg your pardon? There’s no cause to be silly.”

HE : “It’s Dutch. It means something about ice-skating.
Look, on the television screen…

SHE :  (squeals in delight) “Oh, how utterly Charming!!
It’s so elegant. So intelligent”

 

< pause >

 

SHE : “And how delightful to meet Mr Hannon!”

HE : “Indeed. Everyone is here. Tom Rowlands. With Ed. In spite of everything.”

SHE : “Yes, I saw them. They are remarkably like each other, don’t you think.”

HE : “And look, darling. Colin’s over there. Waving a pink flag.”

 

***MESSAGE ENDS***

 

They’ve got me,  and I’m one of them

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