The Music of Creation

The Forge of Tolkien Episode 21, THE MUSIC OF CREATION, is now on UATV.

In the beginning there was Eru, the One, who made the Holy Ones, the offspring of his thought, and propounded to them a great theme. But whose story was this, and how did it come to be written down? Who, other than the Father of All, could know the story of Creation to tell it? And how would such stories be known to Elves and to Men? In this episode, Professor Rachel Fulton Brown introduces Tolkien’s story of Creation as a puzzle both of framing and of purpose. Who speaks in the telling of the Music—and why should Creation happen through song? And what should a Christian think about the Ainur’s singing such a mighty theme?

The converse, which might well be described as the music of damnation, is now also on UATV in the form of Metal Mythos: Danzig, as well as Episode 9 of the Junior Classics podcast and several new Wranglerstar episodes. We’re rapidly reaching the point that as much as three hours of new content that does not include the regular commentary from Owen, Razor, and me are being added on a daily basis.

If you haven’t subscribed yet, you might as well. Because it’s only going to improve from here.


Proud to be a Boomer

After hearing Owen’s epic performance of Proud to be a Boomer on UATV, I realized that the third line of the chorus needed to be fixed to fit the flow. Or, to be more precise, the punch. It was very amusing to tell him about this, because before I’d finished telling him the second line – I hadn’t told him the title or anything about the topic – he laughed and said, “I think I know where this is going!”


Proud to be a Boomer

If tomorrow all the things were gone I’d worked for all my life,

Except my 401, my pension, and my second wife.

I’d thank my lucky stars that I am me instead of you.

I’ve got my generation and Bob Dylan and The Who.

I’m proud to be a Boomer ’cause this world was made for me.

And The Beatles were the greatest band in human history.

I’ll gladly stand up, lecture you, and tell you ’bout my youth,

Cause there ain’t no doubt I love myself

God knows that is the truth!

From the Moon landings of NASA, to the war in Vietnam.

From the muddy fields of Woodstock, to protesting the bomb.

From civil rights in Georgia to the riots in LA,

Well there’s pride in every Boomer heart,

It’s time we stand and say:

I’m proud to be a Boomer ’cause this world was made for me.

And The Beatles were the greatest band in human history.

I’ll gladly stand up, lecture you, and tell you you’re no good,

Cause there ain’t no doubt I love myself 

You’d Boomer if you could!

 At this rate, Owen will have a whole album – a vinyl LP, presumably – to record about Boomers by next week.


My Vaccination

Why don’t you all put on a m-m-mask (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

Is that really too m-much to ask? (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

They say it’s just an awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

But what’s more p-p-precious than the old? (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

This is my vaccination

This is my vaccination baby

Why don’t you all just g-g-get your shots (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

My health should b-be foremost in your thoughts (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

Don’t worry ’bout x-extermination (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

I just need my v-v-vaccination (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

This is my vaccination

This is my vaccination baby

People try to make us sick (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

They think it’s all j-j-just a trick (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

But even if it cause d-devastation (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

I still want my v-v-vaccination (Talkin’ ’bout my vaccination)

This is my vaccination

This is my vaccination baby


Boomers baffled as their music dies

This is literally music to my ears:

Back in 1959, on the cusp of the Swinging Sixties, I was posted to Germany as part of my National Service and quickly found myself a new niche. In those days, the Forces radio station played an endless diet of Bing Crosby and Peggy Lee — both wonderful singers, but their music was the sort of thing we young servicemen associated with our parents.

We wanted something different, something to call our own — and we’d found it in rock ‘n’ roll.

Powerful and energetic, these new songs had exploded on to the music scene to become the anthems for our changing times…. This was the dawn of two decades which would usher in some of the greatest music ever made and the greatest lyrics ever penned — written and performed by bands and solo artists whose names are now etched in the music hall of fame.

From Elvis and the Beatles to the Rolling Stones and The Who, Bob Dylan and the Kinks, Rod Stewart, Eric Clapton, Elton John, Queen — the music that emerged from that era has more than stood the test of time and is loved by baby boomers and their grandchildren alike.

Yet not, it seems, by the bigwigs at Radio 2.

As the Mail reported yesterday, it appears that they have quietly asked their DJs to ‘scale back’ on playing songs from the Sixties and Seventies in favour of music from the Eighties onwards.

I’m sure I can’t be the only one who is baffled. Yes, the Eighties and Nineties produced some terrific music, but it seems sheer folly to deprive the Radio 2 audience of some of the hits from the decades before — whatever their age.

I’ve hated Boomer music for literally decades. To me, the main difference between classic rock and punk rock is that at least the punk rockers knew they didn’t know how to play their instruments very well. There are ten-year-old girls now who play better guitar than the average classic rock guitarist. And it’s hilarious to see the characteristic complete lack of self-consciousness inherent in the Boomer braggadacio about their lack of interest in their parents’ music combined with their bafflement that their grandchildren have no interest in their music. 

The greatest music ever recorded? I think Beethoven and Mozart and Wagner might have a little something to say about that. No one even listens to the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, and the Kinks anymore and they’re still alive. I think… I don’t actually know or care. Generation Z thinks The Who comes from Mongolia.

Just go gently into that endless night, Boomer, to the comforting sounds of Hotel California if you please.



Civilization or tribal rule

Choose one.

As for me, I won’t even hesitate to take Chopin, Wagner, Tchaikovsky, and Liszt. Understand that this is a war against Christianity, America, and Western civilization. Choose wrong, and forget classical music, you won’t even have flush toilets.


Astonishing success explained

There is talent, and then there is what might be described as assisted talent. You don’t even have to ask if this guy took the ticket.

Ed Sheeran and wife Cherry Seaborn announce birth of daughter Lyra Antarctica – named after the main character in his favourite book, His Dark Materials.

That weird little guy doesn’t have skeletons in his close, he almost certainly has them on the grounds of his estate. Anyone dare to take the bet that he doesn’t eventually announce how he will not be leaving most of his vast fortune to this little girl?


Nationalism intensifies

And it has a soundtrack. Speaking of nationalism, I’m told that the Man in Black at the beginning is one of Mongolia’s Olympic champions. I don’t know about you, but that makes me want to saddle up and ride with the Golden Horde against the globalists trying to eliminate the nations. I wouldn’t have thought they could have topped The Great Chinggis Khan, but they did, and they did it without breaking a sweat.

The Men of the West should be as proud of their nations and heritages as the Mongols are of theirs. To Hell with civnattery.


A fraud and a pedophile?

Nobel Laureate Bob Zimmerman is chock-full of fascinating confessions in his newest release:

I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again.

Step aside Murakami. You may as well put the pen down, David Sylvian. It’s just as well that you’re long dead, Tolstoy. That’s some quality literature right there.

Speaking of music, I’d tell you what we’re working on, only you would not believe it. All right, those who know me would probably believe it, but they wouldn’t want to do so. Also, apologies in advance, mi muy buen amigo….



Plagiarizing the narrative

It’s not a mystery. Fiction authors don’t predict events, the crisis manufacturers simply rip off their narratives from them from time to time:

The Eyes of Darkness, a 1981 thriller by bestselling suspense author Dean Koontz, tells of a Chinese military lab that creates a virus as part of its biological weapons programme. The lab is located in Wuhan, which lends the virus its name, Wuhan-400. A chilling literary coincidence or a case of writer as unwitting prophet?

In The Eyes of Darkness, a grieving mother, Christina Evans, sets out to discover whether her son Danny died on a camping trip or if – as suspicious messages suggest – he is still alive. She eventually tracks him down to a military facility where he is being held after being accidentally contaminated with man-made microorganisms created at the research centre in Wuhan.

If that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up, read this passage from the book: “It was around that time that a Chinese scientist named Li Chen moved to the United States while carrying a floppy disk of data from China’s most important and dangerous new biological weapon of the past decade. They call it Wuhan-400 because it was developed in their RDNA laboratory just outside the city of Wuhan.”

In another strange coincidence, the Wuhan Institute of Virology, which houses China’s only level four biosafety laboratory, the highest-level classification of labs that study the deadliest viruses, is just 32km from the epicentre of the current coronavirus outbreak. The opening of the maximum-security lab was covered in a 2017 story in the journal Nature, which warned of safety risks in a culture where hierarchy trumps an open culture.

Sometimes they get away with it, sometimes they don’t. For example, the keyboardist/DJ in Psykosonik “borrowed” a techno riff for the post-chorus for one of our songs from dance groove he liked to spin by a little-known European techno group. Not a big deal, that’s something that techno and house groups do all the time and is generally considered homage, not plagiarism. We did find it a little embarrassing, however, when that initially-unknown song somehow blew up into a stadium anthem that is regularly heard to this day.

Ironically, both songs made the Billboard Top 40 club chart, at numbers 14 and 37, respectively.