Mourning the loss of some form of English radicalism is as old as… England.
But just a few days ago, 10000 people gathered at Stonehenge to witness sunrise on the midsummer solstice. It was an eclectic crowd that spanned generations. The author should look no further to see that the spirit of “alternative” lives, indeed thrives. Perhaps no longer at Glastonbury, but just looking at that event seems to me to be rather short-sighted.
Corporatism will continue to seek to capture “alternative” culture, but as it does so, it springs up elsewhere and in some other format; some ancient like Stonehenge, others more recent or as yet untravelled, like a never-ending game of whack-a-mole.
Best not make mountains out of those molehills.
Those druidy people are more simply an assortment of halfwitted wacky but pedestrian fruitbats than they are in any way ‘radical’.
Steve Murray
10 months ago
Mourning the loss of some form of English radicalism is as old as… England.
But just a few days ago, 10000 people gathered at Stonehenge to witness sunrise on the midsummer solstice. It was an eclectic crowd that spanned generations. The author should look no further to see that the spirit of “alternative” lives, indeed thrives. Perhaps no longer at Glastonbury, but just looking at that event seems to me to be rather short-sighted.
Corporatism will continue to seek to capture “alternative” culture, but as it does so, it springs up elsewhere and in some other format; some ancient like Stonehenge, others more recent or as yet untravelled, like a never-ending game of whack-a-mole.
Best not make mountains out of those molehills.
Simon Neale
10 months ago
the British branch of Coachella, a mass exercise in corporatised hippiedom.
Maybe. I don’t think I’ve been since 1985, but looking at the pictures on the BBC and elsewhere, I don’t see much evidence of hippiedom even in terms of dress style. A big exercise in middle-class camping, with lots of self-deprecating irony.
Simon Neale
10 months ago
the British branch of Coachella, a mass exercise in corporatised hippiedom.
Maybe. I don’t think I’ve been since 1985, but looking at the pictures on the BBC and elsewhere, I don’t see much evidence of hippiedom even in terms of dress style. A big exercise in middle-class camping, with lots of self-deprecating irony.
J Bryant
10 months ago
It’s hardly surprising Glastonbury has lost its early radicalism, or fire if you prefer. It’s forty years old. It’s the creaky, wrinkly Rolling Stones doing yet another concert decades after their cultural moment ended.
Is there a modern equivalent of Glastonbury in the UK? What is it rebelling against or has it adopted the nihilistic spirit of the age? Is it tediously woke? That would be an interesting article.
Great article, btw. I enjoy this author’s writing style.
Totally agree with the writing style, even though I disagree with most of what he says. A more coherent successor to Terry Eagleton perhaps?
When I was young it was already somewhere that middle-class kids “did” as a prelude to their gap-yah. Why not embrace the fluid traditions of the festival; a CND-aligned pop concert is somewhat anachronistic nowadays anyway, even though the threat of nuclear war is looming. Oh, the irony.
Totally agree with the writing style, even though I disagree with most of what he says. A more coherent successor to Terry Eagleton perhaps?
When I was young it was already somewhere that middle-class kids “did” as a prelude to their gap-yah. Why not embrace the fluid traditions of the festival; a CND-aligned pop concert is somewhat anachronistic nowadays anyway, even though the threat of nuclear war is looming. Oh, the irony.
Last edited 10 months ago by Milton Gibbon
J Bryant
10 months ago
It’s hardly surprising Glastonbury has lost its early radicalism, or fire if you prefer. It’s forty years old. It’s the creaky, wrinkly Rolling Stones doing yet another concert decades after their cultural moment ended.
Is there a modern equivalent of Glastonbury in the UK? What is it rebelling against or has it adopted the nihilistic spirit of the age? Is it tediously woke? That would be an interesting article.
Great article, btw. I enjoy this author’s writing style.
John Murray
10 months ago
I’ve always thought Glastonbury Festival persists precisely because it wasn’t founded or run by hippies, but instead a local farmer who made sure it turns a sustainable profit (and he has regular off-years every few years to let his land recover). I believe he’s been known to favor a bit of fox hunting and badger culling though, which I suppose does qualify as alternative culture.
John Murray
10 months ago
I’ve always thought Glastonbury Festival persists precisely because it wasn’t founded or run by hippies, but instead a local farmer who made sure it turns a sustainable profit (and he has regular off-years every few years to let his land recover). I believe he’s been known to favor a bit of fox hunting and badger culling though, which I suppose does qualify as alternative culture.
Hugh Bryant
10 months ago
Oh dear, you don’t really believe that rock ‘radicalism’ has ever been anything but middle class pretentiousness? Surely.
Being a bit late to the party as ever, I’ve just read Nick Kent’s “Apathy For The Devil”, his memoir of his 70s role as the UK’s quintessentially (and perhaps only) elegantly-wasted-junkie-journalist-as-rockstar.
In the final chapters of the book (published in 2010) as the 80s near, he bemoans the forthcoming Thatcher government- to be fair, I did too, but I was seventeen and knew nowt about politics or indeed much else beyond my A-Level subjects and a growing obsession with rhythm-and-blues kickstarted by Dr. Feelgood a couple of years earlier.
So when I read about “Trumpian” fences at “Glasto”, my instinct is to snort with derision. Kent cavorted with Bowie, the Stones and Zeppelin, and their entourages, preening solipsistic multi-millionaires all, who had made their fortunes whilst the Wilson, Heath and Callaghan governments presided over Britain’s “managed decline”. It wasn’t “Fatch” whose taxation policies forced Keith Richards into exile, was it?
Why does anybody body with even the smallest modicum of sense not fail to realise that showbiz, and in particular the branch that is the music industry, is quite possibly the most cynical and cut-throat example of capitalism out there? That Eavis, for all his bucolic manner and Amishy chin-beard, is busy making money first and foremost. In his day, the Festival was marketed as the “Glastonbury CND Festival”. He was part of a very different crowd in 1983, one which was politicised and class-bound. It might only have been in his head (he was that very rare dialectical synthesis: a Marxist-Romantic) but he could nonetheless claim to be looking at the still-glowing embers of English folk-radicalism. In his eyes, these people could claim descendancy from the fallen of Peterloo. They sang like Percy Shelley, argued like Thomas Paine and thought like William Blake. Deeper still, the blood of the original dissident-Englishmen, the revolutionary groups from the Civil War like the Levellers and the Diggers, coursed in their veins.
Bollocks- the vast majority of my mates who went in those days were there for the usual reasons; they wanted to get drunk, stoned and hopefully find a shag whilst rocking out. The pontificating Leftism was something you had to put up with at Glastonbury, along with sets from Gong, but not at Reading or Knebworth.
I couldn’t be arsed with festivals anyway- I’d far rather have gone to Dingwall’s, The Marquee or the 100 Club or at a pinch Hammersmith.
Lancastrian Oik
10 months ago
Being a bit late to the party as ever, I’ve just read Nick Kent’s “Apathy For The Devil”, his memoir of his 70s role as the UK’s quintessentially (and perhaps only) elegantly-wasted-junkie-journalist-as-rockstar.
In the final chapters of the book (published in 2010) as the 80s near, he bemoans the forthcoming Thatcher government- to be fair, I did too, but I was seventeen and knew nowt about politics or indeed much else beyond my A-Level subjects and a growing obsession with rhythm-and-blues kickstarted by Dr. Feelgood a couple of years earlier.
So when I read about “Trumpian” fences at “Glasto”, my instinct is to snort with derision. Kent cavorted with Bowie, the Stones and Zeppelin, and their entourages, preening solipsistic multi-millionaires all, who had made their fortunes whilst the Wilson, Heath and Callaghan governments presided over Britain’s “managed decline”. It wasn’t “Fatch” whose taxation policies forced Keith Richards into exile, was it?
Why does anybody body with even the smallest modicum of sense not fail to realise that showbiz, and in particular the branch that is the music industry, is quite possibly the most cynical and cut-throat example of capitalism out there? That Eavis, for all his bucolic manner and Amishy chin-beard, is busy making money first and foremost. In his day, the Festival was marketed as the “Glastonbury CND Festival”. He was part of a very different crowd in 1983, one which was politicised and class-bound. It might only have been in his head (he was that very rare dialectical synthesis: a Marxist-Romantic) but he could nonetheless claim to be looking at the still-glowing embers of English folk-radicalism. In his eyes, these people could claim descendancy from the fallen of Peterloo. They sang like Percy Shelley, argued like Thomas Paine and thought like William Blake. Deeper still, the blood of the original dissident-Englishmen, the revolutionary groups from the Civil War like the Levellers and the Diggers, coursed in their veins.
Bollocks- the vast majority of my mates who went in those days were there for the usual reasons; they wanted to get drunk, stoned and hopefully find a shag whilst rocking out. The pontificating Leftism was something you had to put up with at Glastonbury, along with sets from Gong, but not at Reading or Knebworth.
I couldn’t be arsed with festivals anyway- I’d far rather have gone to Dingwall’s, The Marquee or the 100 Club or at a pinch Hammersmith.
N Satori
10 months ago
A ritual as regular as the festival itself: the utterly predictable comments of preening wannabe rebel outsiders sneering that Glastonbury has become ‘oh so middle class’. They signal their virtue by showing how (as rebels) they yearn for the truly radical Glastonbury of yore.
Glastonbury Fayre first started in 1971 as a distinctly hippyish effort. It was all about the pyramid stage. An idea gaining credence at the time was that a pyramid form with the exact angles and proportions of the Great Pyramid of Cheops would concentrate mysterious occult energies. The stage was built accordingly with the belief that the summer solstice at the famed mystical location of Glastonbury was the perfect time/place to draw down those cosmic energies to heal the earth. Gaia, the hypochondriac, is ever in poor health.
The ‘Fayre’ was not widely publicised and didn’t feature any of the real top rock acts of the day (definitely not a British Woodstock). The event was filmed. Credited as a Nicholas Roeg movie, it’s still available on DVD. Should you so wish you can see the original ‘pure’ Glastonbury festival for the dull, muddy uninspiring event it actually was – hippydom at its most numbingly boring.
N Satori
10 months ago
A ritual as regular as the festival itself: the utterly predictable comments of preening wannabe rebel outsiders sneering that Glastonbury has become ‘oh so middle class’. They signal their virtue by showing how (as rebels) they yearn for the truly radical Glastonbury of yore.
Glastonbury Fayre first started in 1971 as a distinctly hippyish effort. It was all about the pyramid stage. An idea gaining credence at the time was that a pyramid form with the exact angles and proportions of the Great Pyramid of Cheops would concentrate mysterious occult energies. The stage was built accordingly with the belief that the summer solstice at the famed mystical location of Glastonbury was the perfect time/place to draw down those cosmic energies to heal the earth. Gaia, the hypochondriac, is ever in poor health.
The ‘Fayre’ was not widely publicised and didn’t feature any of the real top rock acts of the day (definitely not a British Woodstock). The event was filmed. Credited as a Nicholas Roeg movie, it’s still available on DVD. Should you so wish you can see the original ‘pure’ Glastonbury festival for the dull, muddy uninspiring event it actually was – hippydom at its most numbingly boring.
Gerald Arcuri
10 months ago
Playacting. It never ceases to amaze me that a certain number of physically adult human beings insist on living out their childhood fantasies in real life. Glastonbury. Stonehenge. Burning Man. Coachella. Seriously? This is mental illness on an industrial scale. Only an affluent culture could afford such an infantile fringe to exist.
Gerald! You sound no fun at all.
You should totally reconnect with your inner child, take some mushies and let your hair down man. (I’m only half kidding)
Now we in the “affluent west”
have turned our back on God and worship technology instead, what other rituals or pilgrimage do we have if it’s not music and dancing together?
And what do you suggest is appropriate in place of such “childhood fantasy”
Gerald! You sound no fun at all.
You should totally reconnect with your inner child, take some mushies and let your hair down man. (I’m only half kidding)
Now we in the “affluent west”
have turned our back on God and worship technology instead, what other rituals or pilgrimage do we have if it’s not music and dancing together?
And what do you suggest is appropriate in place of such “childhood fantasy”
Gerald Arcuri
10 months ago
Playacting. It never ceases to amaze me that a certain number of physically adult human beings insist on living out their childhood fantasies in real life. Glastonbury. Stonehenge. Burning Man. Coachella. Seriously? This is mental illness on an industrial scale. Only an affluent culture could afford such an infantile fringe to exist.
Mark V
10 months ago
Is Marxism radical, it seems more like the religion de jour
Mourning the loss of some form of English radicalism is as old as… England.
But just a few days ago, 10000 people gathered at Stonehenge to witness sunrise on the midsummer solstice. It was an eclectic crowd that spanned generations. The author should look no further to see that the spirit of “alternative” lives, indeed thrives. Perhaps no longer at Glastonbury, but just looking at that event seems to me to be rather short-sighted.
Corporatism will continue to seek to capture “alternative” culture, but as it does so, it springs up elsewhere and in some other format; some ancient like Stonehenge, others more recent or as yet untravelled, like a never-ending game of whack-a-mole.
Best not make mountains out of those molehills.
Those druidy people are more simply an assortment of halfwitted wacky but pedestrian fruitbats than they are in any way ‘radical’.
Those druidy people are more simply an assortment of halfwitted wacky but pedestrian fruitbats than they are in any way ‘radical’.
Mourning the loss of some form of English radicalism is as old as… England.
But just a few days ago, 10000 people gathered at Stonehenge to witness sunrise on the midsummer solstice. It was an eclectic crowd that spanned generations. The author should look no further to see that the spirit of “alternative” lives, indeed thrives. Perhaps no longer at Glastonbury, but just looking at that event seems to me to be rather short-sighted.
Corporatism will continue to seek to capture “alternative” culture, but as it does so, it springs up elsewhere and in some other format; some ancient like Stonehenge, others more recent or as yet untravelled, like a never-ending game of whack-a-mole.
Best not make mountains out of those molehills.
Maybe. I don’t think I’ve been since 1985, but looking at the pictures on the BBC and elsewhere, I don’t see much evidence of hippiedom even in terms of dress style. A big exercise in middle-class camping, with lots of self-deprecating irony.
Maybe. I don’t think I’ve been since 1985, but looking at the pictures on the BBC and elsewhere, I don’t see much evidence of hippiedom even in terms of dress style. A big exercise in middle-class camping, with lots of self-deprecating irony.
It’s hardly surprising Glastonbury has lost its early radicalism, or fire if you prefer. It’s forty years old. It’s the creaky, wrinkly Rolling Stones doing yet another concert decades after their cultural moment ended.
Is there a modern equivalent of Glastonbury in the UK? What is it rebelling against or has it adopted the nihilistic spirit of the age? Is it tediously woke? That would be an interesting article.
Great article, btw. I enjoy this author’s writing style.
Totally agree with the writing style, even though I disagree with most of what he says. A more coherent successor to Terry Eagleton perhaps?
When I was young it was already somewhere that middle-class kids “did” as a prelude to their gap-yah. Why not embrace the fluid traditions of the festival; a CND-aligned pop concert is somewhat anachronistic nowadays anyway, even though the threat of nuclear war is looming. Oh, the irony.
Totally agree with the writing style, even though I disagree with most of what he says. A more coherent successor to Terry Eagleton perhaps?
When I was young it was already somewhere that middle-class kids “did” as a prelude to their gap-yah. Why not embrace the fluid traditions of the festival; a CND-aligned pop concert is somewhat anachronistic nowadays anyway, even though the threat of nuclear war is looming. Oh, the irony.
It’s hardly surprising Glastonbury has lost its early radicalism, or fire if you prefer. It’s forty years old. It’s the creaky, wrinkly Rolling Stones doing yet another concert decades after their cultural moment ended.
Is there a modern equivalent of Glastonbury in the UK? What is it rebelling against or has it adopted the nihilistic spirit of the age? Is it tediously woke? That would be an interesting article.
Great article, btw. I enjoy this author’s writing style.
I’ve always thought Glastonbury Festival persists precisely because it wasn’t founded or run by hippies, but instead a local farmer who made sure it turns a sustainable profit (and he has regular off-years every few years to let his land recover). I believe he’s been known to favor a bit of fox hunting and badger culling though, which I suppose does qualify as alternative culture.
I’ve always thought Glastonbury Festival persists precisely because it wasn’t founded or run by hippies, but instead a local farmer who made sure it turns a sustainable profit (and he has regular off-years every few years to let his land recover). I believe he’s been known to favor a bit of fox hunting and badger culling though, which I suppose does qualify as alternative culture.
Oh dear, you don’t really believe that rock ‘radicalism’ has ever been anything but middle class pretentiousness? Surely.
I take it you’re generally unacquainted with the works of Throbbing Gristle and The Fall?
You are too easily impressed.
You are too easily impressed.
I take it you’re generally unacquainted with the works of Throbbing Gristle and The Fall?
Oh dear, you don’t really believe that rock ‘radicalism’ has ever been anything but middle class pretentiousness? Surely.
Drop the class warfare folks, the real issue it’s become as boring af. Music festivals are now where the squares go.
Drop the class warfare folks, the real issue it’s become as boring af. Music festivals are now where the squares go.
Apparently, Glastonbury now requires the attendance of 1000 BBC staff. More than double what they sent to the Rio Olympics.
Apparently, Glastonbury now requires the attendance of 1000 BBC staff. More than double what they sent to the Rio Olympics.
Don’t be absurd.There was no radicalism – Ever.
I am English and I know crap when I see it.
Don’t be absurd.There was no radicalism – Ever.
I am English and I know crap when I see it.
Fancy, musicians wanting to make a few quid. Oh, you could knock me down with a feather
Fancy, musicians wanting to make a few quid. Oh, you could knock me down with a feather
As I noted in a short blog on this:
“Modern pop is in probably a worse state than it was before punk in the mid-70s. It’s a respectable career option for beige bourgeois jollification for young people with pension plans.”
See: https://ayenaw.com/2022/08/27/a-jolly-day-out/
And see also:
https://ayenaw.com/2022/08/13/pop-will-eat-itself-using-the-correct-cutlery/
As I noted in a short blog on this:
“Modern pop is in probably a worse state than it was before punk in the mid-70s. It’s a respectable career option for beige bourgeois jollification for young people with pension plans.”
See: https://ayenaw.com/2022/08/27/a-jolly-day-out/
And see also:
https://ayenaw.com/2022/08/13/pop-will-eat-itself-using-the-correct-cutlery/
Being a bit late to the party as ever, I’ve just read Nick Kent’s “Apathy For The Devil”, his memoir of his 70s role as the UK’s quintessentially (and perhaps only) elegantly-wasted-junkie-journalist-as-rockstar.
In the final chapters of the book (published in 2010) as the 80s near, he bemoans the forthcoming Thatcher government- to be fair, I did too, but I was seventeen and knew nowt about politics or indeed much else beyond my A-Level subjects and a growing obsession with rhythm-and-blues kickstarted by Dr. Feelgood a couple of years earlier.
So when I read about “Trumpian” fences at “Glasto”, my instinct is to snort with derision. Kent cavorted with Bowie, the Stones and Zeppelin, and their entourages, preening solipsistic multi-millionaires all, who had made their fortunes whilst the Wilson, Heath and Callaghan governments presided over Britain’s “managed decline”. It wasn’t “Fatch” whose taxation policies forced Keith Richards into exile, was it?
Why does anybody body with even the smallest modicum of sense not fail to realise that showbiz, and in particular the branch that is the music industry, is quite possibly the most cynical and cut-throat example of capitalism out there? That Eavis, for all his bucolic manner and Amishy chin-beard, is busy making money first and foremost.
In his day, the Festival was marketed as the “Glastonbury CND Festival”. He was part of a very different crowd in 1983, one which was politicised and class-bound. It might only have been in his head (he was that very rare dialectical synthesis: a Marxist-Romantic) but he could nonetheless claim to be looking at the still-glowing embers of English folk-radicalism. In his eyes, these people could claim descendancy from the fallen of Peterloo. They sang like Percy Shelley, argued like Thomas Paine and thought like William Blake. Deeper still, the blood of the original dissident-Englishmen, the revolutionary groups from the Civil War like the Levellers and the Diggers, coursed in their veins.
Bollocks- the vast majority of my mates who went in those days were there for the usual reasons; they wanted to get drunk, stoned and hopefully find a shag whilst rocking out. The pontificating Leftism was something you had to put up with at Glastonbury, along with sets from Gong, but not at Reading or Knebworth.
I couldn’t be arsed with festivals anyway- I’d far rather have gone to Dingwall’s, The Marquee or the 100 Club or at a pinch Hammersmith.
Being a bit late to the party as ever, I’ve just read Nick Kent’s “Apathy For The Devil”, his memoir of his 70s role as the UK’s quintessentially (and perhaps only) elegantly-wasted-junkie-journalist-as-rockstar.
In the final chapters of the book (published in 2010) as the 80s near, he bemoans the forthcoming Thatcher government- to be fair, I did too, but I was seventeen and knew nowt about politics or indeed much else beyond my A-Level subjects and a growing obsession with rhythm-and-blues kickstarted by Dr. Feelgood a couple of years earlier.
So when I read about “Trumpian” fences at “Glasto”, my instinct is to snort with derision. Kent cavorted with Bowie, the Stones and Zeppelin, and their entourages, preening solipsistic multi-millionaires all, who had made their fortunes whilst the Wilson, Heath and Callaghan governments presided over Britain’s “managed decline”. It wasn’t “Fatch” whose taxation policies forced Keith Richards into exile, was it?
Why does anybody body with even the smallest modicum of sense not fail to realise that showbiz, and in particular the branch that is the music industry, is quite possibly the most cynical and cut-throat example of capitalism out there? That Eavis, for all his bucolic manner and Amishy chin-beard, is busy making money first and foremost.
In his day, the Festival was marketed as the “Glastonbury CND Festival”. He was part of a very different crowd in 1983, one which was politicised and class-bound. It might only have been in his head (he was that very rare dialectical synthesis: a Marxist-Romantic) but he could nonetheless claim to be looking at the still-glowing embers of English folk-radicalism. In his eyes, these people could claim descendancy from the fallen of Peterloo. They sang like Percy Shelley, argued like Thomas Paine and thought like William Blake. Deeper still, the blood of the original dissident-Englishmen, the revolutionary groups from the Civil War like the Levellers and the Diggers, coursed in their veins.
Bollocks- the vast majority of my mates who went in those days were there for the usual reasons; they wanted to get drunk, stoned and hopefully find a shag whilst rocking out. The pontificating Leftism was something you had to put up with at Glastonbury, along with sets from Gong, but not at Reading or Knebworth.
I couldn’t be arsed with festivals anyway- I’d far rather have gone to Dingwall’s, The Marquee or the 100 Club or at a pinch Hammersmith.
A ritual as regular as the festival itself: the utterly predictable comments of preening wannabe rebel outsiders sneering that Glastonbury has become ‘oh so middle class’. They signal their virtue by showing how (as rebels) they yearn for the truly radical Glastonbury of yore.
Glastonbury Fayre first started in 1971 as a distinctly hippyish effort. It was all about the pyramid stage. An idea gaining credence at the time was that a pyramid form with the exact angles and proportions of the Great Pyramid of Cheops would concentrate mysterious occult energies. The stage was built accordingly with the belief that the summer solstice at the famed mystical location of Glastonbury was the perfect time/place to draw down those cosmic energies to heal the earth. Gaia, the hypochondriac, is ever in poor health.
The ‘Fayre’ was not widely publicised and didn’t feature any of the real top rock acts of the day (definitely not a British Woodstock). The event was filmed. Credited as a Nicholas Roeg movie, it’s still available on DVD. Should you so wish you can see the original ‘pure’ Glastonbury festival for the dull, muddy uninspiring event it actually was – hippydom at its most numbingly boring.
A ritual as regular as the festival itself: the utterly predictable comments of preening wannabe rebel outsiders sneering that Glastonbury has become ‘oh so middle class’. They signal their virtue by showing how (as rebels) they yearn for the truly radical Glastonbury of yore.
Glastonbury Fayre first started in 1971 as a distinctly hippyish effort. It was all about the pyramid stage. An idea gaining credence at the time was that a pyramid form with the exact angles and proportions of the Great Pyramid of Cheops would concentrate mysterious occult energies. The stage was built accordingly with the belief that the summer solstice at the famed mystical location of Glastonbury was the perfect time/place to draw down those cosmic energies to heal the earth. Gaia, the hypochondriac, is ever in poor health.
The ‘Fayre’ was not widely publicised and didn’t feature any of the real top rock acts of the day (definitely not a British Woodstock). The event was filmed. Credited as a Nicholas Roeg movie, it’s still available on DVD. Should you so wish you can see the original ‘pure’ Glastonbury festival for the dull, muddy uninspiring event it actually was – hippydom at its most numbingly boring.
Playacting. It never ceases to amaze me that a certain number of physically adult human beings insist on living out their childhood fantasies in real life. Glastonbury. Stonehenge. Burning Man. Coachella. Seriously? This is mental illness on an industrial scale. Only an affluent culture could afford such an infantile fringe to exist.
Gerald! You sound no fun at all.
You should totally reconnect with your inner child, take some mushies and let your hair down man. (I’m only half kidding)
Now we in the “affluent west”
have turned our back on God and worship technology instead, what other rituals or pilgrimage do we have if it’s not music and dancing together?
And what do you suggest is appropriate in place of such “childhood fantasy”
Gerald! You sound no fun at all.
You should totally reconnect with your inner child, take some mushies and let your hair down man. (I’m only half kidding)
Now we in the “affluent west”
have turned our back on God and worship technology instead, what other rituals or pilgrimage do we have if it’s not music and dancing together?
And what do you suggest is appropriate in place of such “childhood fantasy”
Playacting. It never ceases to amaze me that a certain number of physically adult human beings insist on living out their childhood fantasies in real life. Glastonbury. Stonehenge. Burning Man. Coachella. Seriously? This is mental illness on an industrial scale. Only an affluent culture could afford such an infantile fringe to exist.
Is Marxism radical, it seems more like the religion de jour