Thursday, October 22, 2009
Twenty years or so down the road
Image a nursing home with white haired wrinkled skinned old folk sitting around the tube watching their Lawrence Welk, some in wheel chairs while others have their walkers and then fast forward to the future and there you sit white haired and wrinkled. What will you be watching? Will a Pink Floyd concert be blaring across the rec room? Makes you think doesn't it? Will you have to worry about having your Depends changed or will science have fixed that? Maybe you'll be able to stay up late enought to catch a Stones concert live. Mick strutting around the stage... in his wheel chair and Keith Richards being propped up with a body brace looking like a mummy.
Will our grandchildren have surpassed us in the quest to be irritating with the melodic tunes of circular saws, angle grinders and a pile driver bass beat? Or maybe they'll be able to synthisize the sound of a bunker buster bomb into something resembling music so harsh to the auditory nerves that just one concert would be the end of hearing as they once knew it. Or maybe as cycles go they'll go back to some ethereal stuff that we'll find as disgusting as Welk. A cross between disco, muzac and Barney songs that will make Disney on Ice sound like grunge by comparison. Ah the tortures of the younger generations.