May. 4th, 2008
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May. 4th, 2008 04:48 pmAs a (not very much) younger woman, I would often assign wild SFnal meanings to quite straightforward song lyrics, simply because I'd missed the point. When I was fourteen, Pink Floyd's The Wall was a science fiction epic of mind control and secret police. Yes was particularly prone to this, as often their lyrics are incomprehensible - but not always. The "glass reality" of Into the Lens is simply a photograph, but it inspired the bizarre thoughts which led to the title The Mary-Sue Extrusion, which poor Dave Stone got stuck with at the last moment. In my teenaged mind, South Side of The Sky evoked all sorts of fantastical Ringworld-inspired imagery (somewhere I think there's a picture I drew in coloured markers of an immense fly standing inside a Dyson Sphere, which in turn is inside a children's party balloon). It is, of course, about the sorts of doomed expeditions I've been reading about all week - the climbing of mountains, the reaching of Poles.
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May. 4th, 2008 07:38 pmFurther to my previous posting and discussion therewith, a couple of my more eccentric responses to prog rock.
( Here be teenage art )
( Here be teenage art )
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May. 4th, 2008 08:06 pmHeh. There's a bit of non-crap stuff in the same bunch. Check out this dude, from another January 1983 effort, "Hip":

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