Thursday, 15 April 2010
Tribute to hillsborough. Re-up.
Here it comes gusting out of the hollows, breathing hard. December 1989, blood on the horizon, the 80's almost over. There's panic on the wind, the youth of the time waiting to see what final shape the decade will take. Growing up in these years we have seen bright and terrible things. We have been witness to the birth of new kinds of music. In seven or eight years we have seen the the coming of The Stone Roses, Happy Mondays, A Certain Ratio, The Smiths, Joy Division and New Order, Echo & The Bunnymen, My Bloody Valentine,,, the list goes on. Technology has given form to electronic music and opened a vein from which acid house and it's subsequent sub-genres will leak into the public consciousness. This is a creative conflagration , the likes of which we shall probably never know again in our lifetimes. To grow up in the late 80's and early 90's is also to be part of a change that feels like revolution. "We want the world and we want in NOW!" Jim Morrison famously declared - and it wasn't as easy then as it is now to laugh at his melodramatic insurgency. The late 80's embrace potentials for freedom, anarchy, drugs, sexual liberation, universal emancipation and the ruin of the old order, which is ailing and arthritic, stumped for what to do next that doesn't involve getting the rest of us dead. For this too is a time of war and riot, assassinations and burning cities, bodies piling up in mounds, martyrs everywhere. The worlds end has more than once seemed close, global firestorms, nuclear meltdowns, mushroom clouds and radiation burns haunting our sleep. The howling of these years then is awful to our young ears, as conflict raged earlier in the Falklands and later in the middle east. By the end of '89 over 20,000 British soldiers are posted abroad in areas of conflict, and boys are coming home in body bags almost as fast as the sweatshops in Eastern Asia can make them. Now the Eighties are almost done and we are waiting for what ever it is that marks it's passing.In 1989 so far, there have already been events that will leave their impression on the times, in London in July, more than 20,000 people gather in a large field just off the M25 for the biggest free party of the year held by the organisers of the now legendary 'Raindance' party's. The next month, a record number of people will attend Glastonbury with a host of burgeoning indie and electronic bands for '3 days of love, peace and music'.No explanation or memories, no long winded explanation can get anywhere near knowing that you were there in that corner of time even if it meant nothing.But the euphoria of the one love nation is still-born, soon overshadowed by by the Hillsborough disaster where 97 Liverpool fans were needlessly killed due to a deadly combination of lack of facilities and organisation as well as gross incompetence from an inept police force. The decades end is also scarred from an increase in violent crime. The feral side of the so-called counter-culture is also unmistakably with us.